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As the mental processes continued to grind, more and more evidence seemed to lead to the inevitable conclusion that this woman was a seer as he reached for the necropotent elixir in the back of his cabinet; the very fact that he was not even known to this woman or at least not known to the point where she did not ask nor speak his name was troubling as well to say the least. Pulling out the small vial, two glasses, and a bottle of wine all at once, he kept his back to her as he poured the wine: "I see...and your reason for traveling to Indelca, Miss Ana?" With a slight grin on his face for a second, he poured the vial into a glass of wine in his left hand and swung around a little faster than normal with glee although she didn't know his normal speed; the robe flowed and swirled up his arm, revealing a mere portion of his tattoo that would for sure draw any Seer's energy sight. Seeing her sitting in a random part of the room, he pulled up a chair nearby and sat down, handing her the glass in his left hand: "You see, you must forgive me...As a Holy Father here in Tyral's Church and a Knight of the realm, I'm simply curious as to why a beauty of your kind would stumble upon this glorious city. I hope you find it to stay a while more and rest up before you continue your long journey to Indelca."

Alexander's eyes darted to his arm as she made mention of it, unaware that he had accidentally demonstrated it until it was far too late; yet with her curious about his tattoo rather than his garb or purpose, the inference of a conclusion that she was a seer became closer as he pulled up a chair and sat down with her. Adjusting his sleeve back up and ensuring his tattoo was covered and then some as if he was truly nervous, Alexander took a sip from his wine glass as if he was in distress at the thought, sighing in relief, "Ana, I'm sorry but you must realize that asking me about that mark on my body is like asking you about your worst childhood experience. But what of yourself? Are those markings on your face merely manufactured by make up or the result of an experience as well?

Alexander's mind went into various potential scenarios as the figure before him shifted back to her original form; it appeared that Lord Tyral had delivered the very "savior" of his old toy and source of information as his new plaything as he took a swig of the sweet dark wine and enjoyed it even more thoroughly. Reaching over and setting the glass aside, he positions his fingers on his chin and cheek as if thinking hard, grinning slightly as he noticed that the woman hadn't even noticed her disguise fall: "Lady Liliana of Ernya...The Prophetess, the Sacred Storm, the Sage. Or...as I know you..." Standing up tall over her and running his eyes over her beautiful form, even daring to approach her as he made a motion to run a hand through her smooth hair, "The Elemental Destroyer. What a beautiful mess you made of the now smoldering Jiaum. Such a shame as I wish you would have done that to this pitiful nation instead of us losing more of our brothers every day to these dark people...Yet I must thank you, for this beautiful bastion now stands." Taking a few steps back and assessing the situation, he waved his finger around as he made one more mention of caution, "Also, don't cry out. It would be a shame if the guards came and just plain killed you, especially after all the risk you took in rescuing your precious Leifang after leaving her to rot in my cells for months..." he smirked and chuckled as he turned from caution to threats, "Answer these next questions with naught but the truth, and you will have a slightly better stay than she did. Lie, and I will make Leifang's stay seem leisurely compared to the horrors that will done to you. Yesterday, as you came to rescue your precious pet Ernyans, one of my high advisers was put to the sword along with an entire contingent of guards by a 'dark skinned male, masked fox-woman, and a dark female'....did you send them, and what are you doing here? Oh, and you will be questioned by a paladin to ensure that you did not lie, so once again...do be honest."

"...you have made an appeal to my wisdom? Very well, allow me to demonstrate my wisdom for you." Walking around yet keeping himself between Liliana and the exit, he paced back and forth in a sarcastic kind of contemplation: "You have gone into a shape-shifted form, violated the sanctity of this city with your lies and your trickery, and now you ask to walk freely outside to continue whatever dark purpose you had in coming here? For if you ask me, it can be reasonably inferred that as you have not come here truthfully in your own form as you did the other day both your intentions and your methods are dark. GUARDS!" Within seconds, a squad of four Swords appeared at the doorway, standing silently at attention right after gawking and whispering, "The Prophetess" to one another. With a wicked yet gleeful smile spread upon on his face as he looked Liliana up and down like a hungry animal, he called out over his shoulder, "Gentlemen, the Prophetess has decided that she would like to stay here and view what I have to offer her. Please bring an outfit suitable for long term guests in my personal chambers as I would love to give her the best experience possible. Two of you please stay while the others fetch me the outfit." Without a moment's notice, the Cleric surged forward to grasp the Seer's wrists, "I will protect the sanctity of this Cathedral of Light, and by Tyral I will force the light upon you to reveal the truths of your darkness and your subordinated who slaughtered my men!"

Her looks of shock and disdain for him only spurred her on as she fought back against him, grasping her wrists tightly and grinning at her. Eyes widening at the sight of the potential danger, Alex dropped a wrist and swung out to the side as the leg came for him; a small grin cracked on his face as he realized his speed and strength was higher compared to the now powerless Seer. Out of the corner of her eye, Liliana would see the guards throw an outfit onto the dresser nearby the fighting pair while holding bindings for both wrists and ankles in their hands; the outfit would barely cover up Liliana's chest and lower groin, far more fitting for a prisoner than for a guest. Reaching out to grasp her wrist with both hands, as his hand swung around a great light began to coalesce and project forth towards her side; mentally weakened, it was far more of a warning shot than it would be a mortal wound as he grasped her arm and swung her forward. Planting his foot in front of her knee as she moved in order to trip her, he called out in a mocking voice to torment her further, "What? The woman who destroyed an entire nation wouldn't want to destroy one man? Wouldn't want to call up the elements to destroy this bastion of light as well?"

Father Alexander fell down with her and straddled her back, laughing out loud at her feeble attempt to kick him off while feeling her foot miss his spine by inches speaking sarcastically, "Whoa, what a lady you are." Grasping her wrists, he bent them both behind her back as he ordered the guards to bind her wrists in place. "F..Father...she's the Prophetess..." a human stammered at him, only to find him being glared upon by the eyes of the Insignis. "Put the binds on her now, soldier, and I will tell you the truth about this prophetess before I dismiss you." Hesitantly, the human walked over and knelt next to the seer as he set down bindings, a sheathed dagger, and a collar next to Liliana. Silently with a gleam of apology in his eye, he set the bindings in place and nodded to Alexander. The Cleric grasped Liliana by the hair and pulled upward, dragging her head off the ground as he bent forward to whisper in her ear loud enough for the nearby guards to hear as the collar was secured around her neck, "What kind of a Prophetess of the light sends men to slaughter guardians of the light? Name a time that I've come into your nation and slaughtered your people or sent people who slaughtered yours on their own ground. You can't...want to know why? Because it's all been you. You're the one who sent Leifang here to spy on us and she rotted in my prison. You are the one who sent the men who killed my Adviser. And you are the one who sent those Ernyans with supplies for the darkest of the nations, the Devil's Eye Desert. No...you want to kill, but you dirty other's hands at your whim. You are no prophetess of Tyral by any standards. You are dismissed, soldiers." Even the human who had looked upon her with apologetic eyes now glared at her, reminded of the deaths of their brethren as they walked out and closed the door behind them. Dropping her hand with the collar in place, Liliana's head would hit the ground as he continued to straddle her. Pressing her down, he grasped the remaining set of bindings which was a set of chains with shackles and rotated on top of her. Opening the shackles, he reached out for her legs as he continued on his rant, "You oppose this bastion of light as you oppose its guardians, the very ones who made the streets safer and took out the very dark filth they say you cleansed from the nation you destroyed. What say you, Elemental Destroyer?"

The Seer's kicking only made the process of binding her more efficiently, Father Alexander predicting her movements and sealing her ankles in place with firm grasps before allowing them to fall back to the floor. With only a few links between the two ankles, Liliana would find it hard to move more than a few inches per step as the Insignis turned back around and placed his hand on the flat of the Seer's back to press her into the ground. He leaned down towards her neck, the scent and feel of her skin nearly intoxicating his mind as he kept a few inches between him and her ear; reaching over and grasping the knife in his other hand, he unsheathed it and revealed an inscription that read:

"All will be revealed to the Light."

Turning it over once or twice in his hand, the Insignis' eyes were full of anger and lust at the same time as he whispered, "So...let me make sure I am hearing you right. You wish me to believe that you didn't expect a fight, or your men to kill anyone, or even my men to kill intruders when you sent dark beings into Tyral's land?" He moved the dagger and slowly put the flat to the Seer's back, pressing it softly enough to not rip her flesh unless she moved and cutting part of her dress as he cut in a line down her back, "You mean to tell me that you, in your infinite wisdom as the Prophetess, failed to remember that we Light beings never live with those who are dark and kill them on sight? Finally, if you yourself could have waltzed in here so easily as you did yesterday, why did you send sneaky little beings without our notice into our land?! Do you see us sending agents into Ernya?! Something doesn't add up, Seer."

Alexander's knife had already reached the small of the Seer's back as he heard the blasphemous comment, cutting into the skin deep enough for the damage that even a student could deal while making sure to not cut her spinal cord, "How DARE you speak that blasphemy in this land! Lord Tyral has been given this land through his servants such as myself, and your old Pital leaders, men who could not even cure this land of the ultimate poison although they were supposed to heal the land, failed to keep the Light at bay. So it is too with yourself...." Pressing on her back with his hand and lifting himself up a little, the Insignis drew the knife across the rest of the dress and exposed Liliana's flesh to the air around it. Sitting back down on her now naked back, he leaned down and kissed the back of her neck as he whispered, "Your soul, your thoughts, even your flesh...it will all be revealed to the Light. Even to harbor those dark people is unforgivable and to me...Tyral granted me this blessing, gave this land to us. I do not walk into your capital and tell you that it's Tyral's land, or send spies to scout out your activities. That is what a person who wants war does, not a peaceful leader.I will not stand for your blasphemy here."