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"............Truinthil, I'm not going to lie to you nor will I try and sway you." Heswina gave a slight shiver as she tried to look him in the eyes, kicking herself and cursing her very own existance, "Xol has enough power to render Balefire to little more then an energy consuming light show...He...well, he decided that I could have been of more use to him in his chambers. He tried to force himself upon me, I resisted and I used the only thing I could think of...Balefire. He drew his blade and use his new found knowledge to strike the balefire...it was as if it had been unraveled! He used Balefire ON Balefire!! This is no ploy, this is a warning! And one you should heed!" Heswina's eyes burned with anger and filled with fear, her face was pure determination, as was her stern, yet still caring, voice.

"Truinthil, you are foolish...I came here to give warning and yet you boast about how you can destroy something you know nothing about." Heswina was very calm all of a sudden, "Listen to me...I am only telling you this because I will one day hope to settle you down in my bed, that is the only reason. You are little more then a spec in my vision in any other matter. I can't very well sleep with a man who is no longer there and has had every single memory of him erased from every mind on the planet! The longer you charge balefire, the stronger it is, the further back it erases you...Xol is using his sword, Enzlanzer I believe he calls it, as a San'Angreal. He sends the Dragon Reborn to shame and spits upon his face..." Heswina was actually surprised she had not began quivering in fear of the power Xol had demonstrated to her...her entire body hurt. "If you fight him, you will lose...take heed of my warning and avoid Xol if possible, and if avoidance is impossible then try to lower the chance of confritation. Like I said earlier...how can I screw you, if you do not exist?"

Heswina opened her mouth to say something but shut her mouth with a playful smirk on her lips, "Well then, one night we'll just see if I can't get you to find sexual pleasure somewhere down in that bed of burried emotions then...and who knows...I might survive. I have a nasty habit of comeing back from the dead." Heswina took a few steps back as a pillar of light surrounded her, "How's your side?" The question sounded pure mocking, used to agitate or provoke Truinthil, but the tone of her voice was actual concern. She couldn't hear his answer as she was suddenly absorbed into the light.

((Good night! And good luck with Xol. Hehehe, when I taught him how to use Balefire, I also taught him a few of my OWN little tricks...))

~Truinthil was again far below his fortress in the large seemingly empty room that he had last used as his worship and healing room. he was also floating within a large beam of light that seemed to emanate from either the floor or the ceiling or perhaps both, yet seemed like it didnt emanate from anywhere. that it was just there. his eyes were closed as he stood in the air, in the light. his worshipers began to come close, within the cirlce of light that was cast from the beam that he was in. they all bowed low and began to mutter prayers and wishes of Truinthil's greatness. they offered their very souls to him in teh hopes that he would become more powerful. to them he was a god. their god. the more they believed this and the stronger their belief became, the closer that Truinthil came to being within reach of the final step of becoming a true god. another of his worshipers moved forward from the darkness and was carrying a shackled woman. she was bound by her hands, feet, and gagged with a thick cloth tied tightly around her head. she struggled against the chains she was in, but it was to no avail. she was lain in front of the beam of light. Truinthil opened his eyes at this, keeping them narrow. glaring first at the woman then the man that had brought her forward, he questioned the man~

what is this that you have brought me, my faithful servant?

~the man stood still under the glare, swallowed, then answered~

a gift my lord. a gift that is offered to give you pleasure if you wish it so.

~Truinthil grinned~

i have no use for such a gift. sacrifice her though. right here. take your knife and spill her blood there.

~he pointed to the floor to signify where "there" was. as he pointed grooves began to appear in the floor that circled around the outside of the beam of light before entering it in four places, leading to a bowl shape in the floor beneath himself.~

spill her blood my faithful.

~the man swallowed again and did as he was told. he ungagged her first then drew his knife and while she screamed, he slit her throat from ear to ear then tilting her body to let her blood drain into the grooves. it flowed freely and quickly along the grooves until they were filled and began to spill into the bowl. as the bowl filled, large globs of blood began to float upwards towards Truinthil, began to surround him. pretty soon there was a steady stream of blood moving toward and around Truinthil. he closed his eyes and tilted his head back as his body began to absorb the blood. it was all over within a few minutes. every drop of blood gone and the womans body white as a sheet and her eyes glazed over in death. Truinthil looked down at the body again and crooked a finger. as he did this the body bent backwards slowly, more and more, until there was a loud snap as the spinal cord broke. the body continued to bend though until it was folded neatly in half. Truinthil uncrooked his finger then and the body burst into flame that quickly burnt itself out, leaving not even ash to show that the body had once lain on the floor.~

a new task for you. fetch me an arch angel. i shall send Wraiths with you. the arch angels seem to like to try and rid the world of my creations. they will be the bait and the trap. when they capture the angel you shall prepare it and bring it hear. alive. now go my servants.

~he pointed at one spot in the mass of worshipers. ten of them seemed to freeze in their steps as he did so~

you ten shall be the ones that fetch the arch angel for me. quickly now lest i lose patience with you.

~he lowered his hand and they all bowed deeply before running out to do his bidding. he smiled. he was getting closer every day. his power growing with every minute of worship that they gave him. with every new person they bring to believe in his godhood. his power. soon now, nothing would stand in his way. he began to laugh. softly at first and slow too, but within a few seconds it had transgressed to a full on cackle~

~ from with a darken room,, chains clanging against the floor can be heard. so soft that it can be mistaken as music to one's ears. the door slowly opens and shwirl of rose petals, flow freely out, dancing in a unfeelable wind. Sai walked out from the door, with a soft grin on her lips, and a dull crimson glare in her eyes. She wore a black leather dress, tightly around her body, especially around her breast. small chains served as starps around her shoulders. it drapped down loosely, from her hips. two high cuts, visible on both sides. also being held by chains, right above her hips. She walked along and the sound of her heels echoed along the halls of the fortress. She held a rose in her hand, which seemed red, but was white, witha hint of sliver on the tips of the petals. a soft gleam broke through the darkness of her dress, from a sliver plated tag on a collar from around her neck.~

now where can everybody be....

~ hearing a familair voice behind her, she grinned evilishly and shoot a glance over her shoulder to see Truinthil standing there. she turned around softly the dress flowwing gently in the spin behind her. she bowed slightly, and smiled~

nice to see you again...

oh you know the usual, just finding ways to entertain myself...