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Blinking in surprise, she laughed softly and returned the hug to Sye as she backed away from him once again. "You two keep saying family... What do you expect me and Valdris to become," she questioned him, tilting her head to the side as she waited for a reply. The thought of being anything more then friends just wasn't in her mind, it would take more then a few weeks of her tutoring to change her mind about the thought as well.

Letting him lead her out of the kitchen, she nodded to his words about her bedroom and the task that was set for her come the morning. "Alright, once I get some rest, I'll read them as much as I can before the morning," she told Sye as she followed at his side, wondering what the spell books held.

Sye paused for a moment as he started to hug her tight as pulled back a bit looking up at her. His eyes seemed a bit odd as she looked into them. Almost as if they were hiding much more then what he was saying.

"Family is something that can be created not born... This family was once a strong holding. Starting with some of the ruthless killers of our realms time. Right now we are simply waiting for the time of Resurection for the others to return. You will soon see... "

Sye gave her another quick hug and started off running down the hall as he yelled.

"Read up! tomorrow its the fight of your life!" he said rather cheerfully as he scurried off.

((For a moment I thought that was the cracking sound of that black rock in Roans chest called her heart actrually showing sympathy lmao.))

Valdris laid his body down in the bed that night. The fresh crisp air over his soft ashen skin felt almost soothing on his body and mind. Though the feeling of being watched disturbed him as he slowly arose form his bed. His arm outreached behind him as he gave a grin.

"Jealous are we?" Valdris said with a slight sarcastic bite with a dash of fake concern.

"She doesn't belong here. You are teasing the woman in hopes to become more powerful. I doubt she ever knows how to get her hands truely dirty. Unlike you..."

Sye said tossing a young unconscious female at the foot of the bed. Sye was small but he was strong enough to handle under a hundred pounds of weight. Tossing the girl like a rag doll to the beast that seem to smile down at her.

" I had to wait until she was in her room before I could bring your meal master."

" It's late but under the conditions it will have to do. She is still alive just the way I like them.... I could smell her and hear her breathing. The best part is when they fight for there life when I eat them slowly. Devouring flesh, then bits and pieces of organs. Letting them live through the entire experience. Then while eating I always love to Fu-"

Valdris was was being cut off as he started to crawl towards the end of the bed. His eyes switched into the insect like spectrum eyes. Seeing multiple views of his prey laying there unconscious. The excitement over flowing him as he thought of the taste of a young girls flesh passing between his lips and down his throat.

" I hate to interrupt your thoughts on your meal. But a screaming female will cause "HER" to wake. I highly doubt she id prepared to see what you truly are."

Sye said cutting Valdris off before he went into the sexual details on what he did to his food sometimes.

"She knows what my form is, though I doubt she full understands. Opherarin needs a mistress for this house. Aeritus is dead. There is no other heir to hold power here. We need two people for the ritual and she might be the key. " Valdris spoke as he got up off the bed. With each annoyed stride he stopped at the woman and tossed her with one hand onto the bed.

"Everything should be in order. I will be sending invitations to those who are in alliance with the Darken house. I will be looking for new members to join my numbers shortly. Right now I wish to make sure my apprentice is doing nicely."

"You are going soft on her already"

"What!?"

"I see how you react to her. Like a child once more meeting his crush. "

"I do not know what you mean. she is my apprentice and I must be nice to her before she understands what she can become. She is to kind right now. Soon she will see the cruelty of this world. I will find her weakness and use it to make her like us. She want power and with power is a price. Now go Sye and prepare for the tomorrow. Make sure you close the door and lock it when you go... "

Sye Did as he was told heading towards the door and making sure he locked it as he shut it and turned the nob. Sye looked back at the door for a moment and thought to himself. He hoped deep down that perhaps the girl would change the monster in Valdris. Though he never push the issue. Valdris was known to take his anger out on him in ways when things didn't go his way. So Sye continued to go down the stairs to prepare for the battle tomorrow.

Valdris paused for a moment as he stared at the female. Her long blond hair was tossed to the side covering her bruised and battered face. He didn't care what they looked like as long as they looked pretty once before. Valdris smirked as he started to caste a silent spell inside the room. With little concentration he succeeded on the simple spell. Valdris neared his prey as he looked down at the girl sleeping. With a stern hand he slapped the girl a few times to wake her. By that time his second pair of hands were out and grabbing onto her wrists. Leaving his extra set of arms free to do as they will.

The girl woke up with a sudden fear as she saw him over her. She saw his smile change into multiple sharp teeth as he near her. She tried to scream but nothing came out. She watched his mouth as her eyes widen in fear. She understood the way he looked at her and the way he smirked. That she was going to die and he was going to enjoy every minute of it.

As El would descend the stairs, on her merry way to appease her appetite, she would first catch the scent of tobacco. A strong whiff, that marred the air of the manor. Of course she might not think much of this alone, that would be understandable. However. Had a door, or window been left open? This was a reasonable query, concidering the icey chill that ran just now over her skin, and a handful of snow flakes that passed her line of sight.

Should she follow the snow with her eyes, as it danced gracefully on the breeze around the stairs, by the paintings and across the floor, before they started to suddenly pick up pace, and turn once around the large statue of the Darken founder. Finally, the flakes shot up passed the head of the statue. Thats when she would see him. Engel.

Sitting on the head of the statue, Engel wore what looked like a bullet proof tactical vest covered with pockets, magazine straps and single round loops, that looked to be fashioned for the purpose of holding single shotgun shells. Possibly Brownings rounds of an obscene calibur.

Military pants that tucked into his boots at just below the shins, angelic looking silver and gold armor on his shins/calfs and shoulders. Under the vest he bore tattered old robes that hung out about his knees, along with belts and buckled straps covering his left arm completely. About his brow, he wore a steel plated band, branded with the DeSeer logo, and a scarf about his neck, and even a wrap about his head partially covering the headband in a middle eastern manner. Snow white, as it hung over his back, partially concieling comething wrapped tightly on his back connected to the shoulder plates.

This was not all he wore, however. An automatic pistol holstered on his right thigh above the knee, mirrored on the left thigh. Two ROMAN pistols holstered on his hips, one either side complete with four spare magazines strapped to the side of either holster. Two Longinus pistols, one holstered under either arm with as many spare mags. A double barrel sawn off shotgun fitted snuggle in a sword like fashion over his left thigh between the auto and ROMAN, and on his back, he wore a golden gunblade.

"Patrol in progress infiltration has begun."

With his hand held over a radio speaker/microphone clipped to his vest, Engel then turned his head, pinning his eyes on El as he sucked on his near finished cigarette.

"Contact has been made. Interrigation will now commence."

((...baka....))

OOC :: I hate you all.... *Curls up somewhere on Roan.* As I told Engel, I have a stomach bug or something... so BLAH if it comes out badly. And I don't feel like searching through my CD's either. D<


The first thoughts that crossed her mind was the fact that there was a heavy scent of tobacco in the air, as far as she had noticed neither Sye or Vald smoked. Before she could dwell on her thoughts for too long the swirling white powder caught her eyes and she tilted her head to follow where they were coming from. When she took in the sight of Engel on the statue, she nodded slightly to him almost in greeting... like she expected him? Of course, the nod came after she noticed the DeSeer logo on his band.

Reaching up, she quickly undid the clasp on the cloak she was wearing and tossed it to the side. As soon as the cloak left her hands, her hands were already moving in intricate motions and signs while she muttered a few words under her breath. What the spell did was simple enough, it created an invisible ball of force that was a little bit bigger then a softball was thrown at Engel, aiming for his upper chest with enough force that it should easily knock him off balance and hopefully off of the statue. Especially if he was to stand and come after El now that he saw her.

Afterwards, she quickly started to move back up the stairs and let her eyes drift for a few seconds to check for any sort of cover, but her attention for the most part would remain on Engel to watch for any type of sudden attack.

((>> I thought Engel was Corbin's retainer? x.X))