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Dorian knew what it was, and he ought to know what it was. Everyone knew about the fabled Black Jewel, most people rejected to believe it ever existed and could ever exist. "Yes..." Zoltan replied, staring down at the foggy jewel before him, so close yet so far. Who knew where it could be now. HE began to wonder what he could do with such a relic, such a powerful and cursed jewel. IF it was anything like it's brothers and somehow... able to regain its power after Merlin's pathetic attempt at peace by neutralising them... then Dorian and Zoltan would be invincible.

Dorian droned the options, Zoltan knew he could't let the others keep a hold of it, and it looked like they were heading for the City of Crows. If it had the Jewel, it would be so much more difficult to pursue, and in an country's hands! Zoltan glared over at Dorian with a face most maleficent and said "We're going to take it. From right under their grasps" his eyes flickered black, the yellow glows vanishing for a moment like some sort of shadow had passed through his mind for just a second.

He looked up at the floating coin and saw it cracking, a red glow seeping from within it trying to escape as he overloaded the power. Zoltan swiped his hand agressively to the side as all the fog rushed outwards to clear away like a vengeful spirit screaming for release. The coin then dropped to the ground as it dented from the impact and being so hot. It barely even rolled before it collapsed to it's side, tilted from now uneven surface as the cracked cooled. "We're going to track exactly where that is, and we're going to walk in as if we had never even existed. Just as the world believes"

Dorian managed to surprise the master yet, Zoltan was amongst his thoughts, planning how to take the next victory when Dorian mentoned being able to use the coin again. Zoltan's first response was "Surprise me" with an indulgent tone, he then said "I'm too impatient to cure such an imperfection. Perhaps the Demonaria has taught you well".

He then shot a gaze back to one of the corners of the room, where dark mist flowed along the floor and out towards the corridors. He then raised a hand to each of the dull lit candles surrounding the room, each flame went out an appeared in his palm. "Now let me show you what the Demonaria can teach people like us, Dorian". Zoltan Maues shouted "Hyah!" as his hands held the air before him, elbows high to his sides as his fingers attempted to contain the power that grew before his chest. He thrust the power forwards and a flash of light followed the chiming sound of the fabric of reality tearing. Before them was a swirling, misty, oval blue portal. "I'd love to see the wizards of Entei make a portal that easily. But the dumb morons don't understand what use a small bit of sacrifice can do with magic" Zoltan said, proud of his accomplishment without Merlin Academy. "Notchwood awaits on the other side, Dorian." he said, gesturing to the portal that hummed like a living, breathing object. "Once we're done there" he said "We'll go to the Jewel Tower"

It's been close to a week now and still Zoltan has not awaken from his death-like slumber, occasional stirs have been the only sign of being alive. But Dorian has been by his side all this time after rescuing him from Lucifial prior to the demon's defeat. Bloodholme was aso raided, and the two of them were lucky to have not been found... especially after the army of Angels of Justice poured over the burning steppes of Bloodholme. Zoltan did not dream in his sleep, he saw nothing but blackness as if he had died.

But then he woke up, and the first thing he felt was agony in his chest as he yelled out in pain, shooting up from his laying position and clutching tightly at his chest. Breathing heavily he did his best to regulate his breathing - but that was just instinct, the air he breathed was useless. Slowly the pain began to subside and he began to look around him for Dorian. That was when he realised that the pain in his chest was the sudden realisation that the soulstone had been removed, "Dorian!?" he shouted, "The soulstone!? Where is it?!". Little did he know it was consumed when the demon took over his body - he didn't know any of that either. As far as Zoltan was aware he fell to slumber the night prior to attacking the Jewel Tower.

"Gone?" Zoltan muttered to himself as he looked around himself to get a grasp of reality once more. One hand was still holding his chest as if a part of him had been stolen, the last thing he knew that soulstone was his key to supreme power and now it was gone. As soon as Dorian first mentioned his own faults, Zoltan looked up at him and slowly asked "What is your fault?". He was beginning to understand that maybe he had been unconscious or missing... unaware of anything that had been taken place around him for some time. The thought of not knowing what has happened was enough to put him on the edge of anger and fear.

Dorian explained the trickery that Lucifial and the Angel of Death put him through, how Zoltan was but a gateway, a vessel for Lucifial to be given life in the mortal realm. Little did they all know that the Angel of Death got a better bergain out of it all, reclaiming the Underworld for the first time in centuries since Lucifial snuck in. Dorian sought punishment. Zoltan scowled and broke his glare and stood up beside the bed slowly. His sense of balance slowly but surely coming back to him. "We were both fooled..." Zoltan began, "like stupid dogs." Zoltan spat out the words like foul poison on the tip of his tongue, something that burned on his skin and made him very being writhe in pain. But then he looked around at Dorian and asked "And what of Lucifial and the angel? How did it come to be that I'm standing here with you and not still a puppet?"

At the mention of the Gypsy Zoltan almost twitched and cringed, baring his teeth beginning to wonder what displeasing circumstances have taken root from her body. He was right to keep his eye on her to begin with, but he should have acted quicker. This all but means that group have been involved in all of this and he wasn't there to destroy them with the powers of the Demonaria. "With them?" he muttered as Dorian explained his predicaments and reasons for choosing to ally with them temporarily. Zoltan narrowed his brows at him, confused yet somehow not frustrated yet as he tried to understand. He wanted to gawk at the second mention of the gypsy, underestimated? What? Zoltan sighed and wiped his hands down his face, "A Fortune Soul? She has to be dealt with or not she will only hunt us down. But we must act carefully - the angel within her might turn it's back against her knowing what i've read from books of old. But-" he said, having to catch his breath, something he's not had to do for years, clutching his chest he sat back again and added "what - of the de-"

Dorian knew better, he explained that his master needed rest and that the story would be explained later. Zoltan was still facing the consequences and his own soul was still getting back into shape. "Very well..." he said, blinking slowly and looking down at the floor. "... I trust you shall govern Night Glacial in my absence..." Zoltan said, then outstretching his hand and asking "Where is the Demonaria?" knowing that Dorian had it. "I require it".

His mind could rest at least a little to know that Dorian has already been playing a aprt in manipulating the gypsy, he had to admit it wasn't something that crossed his mind when he first learned she was what she is. That was his plan before, but he became quickly fond of the idea of annihilating her. However, the darkness within her could grow and fester to be one of their greatest assets. But, when Dorian handed over the Demonaria Zoltan felt at ease, it was something that made him feel calm, the bloody leather that covered it and the fibres of skin threading the pages together was a small addiction. "Very well" Zoltan said, igniting the book in flames as it magically vanished. As Dorian made his way out, Zoltan for the first time in years greeted sleep.

What would he do with his time now? His original plan that spanned decades to empower him was destroyed long ago, his second attempt at power by using the Soulstone was shattered. Now... he had to rely wholly on the Demonaria. But he had already learned all it's secrets, from it's abrupt first page to it's unsettling last page. The jewels were probably going to be under more supervision than ever before, but they're cursed objects, they're too dangerous to use, too uncontrollable. He will find a way to enslave mankind, Non-magic Earth has no right to be as it is now, it needs to be enlightened by the races, punished for shunning Magic-folk to this land. With that thought in mind, he slept.

It was strange, he slept for a solid two more days before he awoke, more refreshed than ever before. Before Dorian could even come in to greret him Zoltan was already wandering the halls of Night Glacial. He was down one of the long corridors that had single windows lining the walls that let in a cool light reflecting off the glaciers around them. He was standing half-way down the hall, staring outside with his arms crossed when Dorian found him. He had been pondering something all morning, his weirdest dreams made some sense when he thought about it - they just put his suspicions into an obvious light that he couldn't miss. "It is but half." Zoltan randomly said, scouring outside the window. "Half is missing." he went on, as if to be quietly and intensely thinking, but at the same time almost like a mad man. Zoltan looked over his shoulder at Dorian and said "You must have noticed it yourself. The Demonaria" he shook his head and added "it cannot be complete. There is no introduction, no ease into the process of it's powers". He shrugged his shoulders and gestured with his suggestions as he explained "But of coarse there are no page numbers, there's no title on this book, it doesn't require it, the image of it's cover is enough to tell you what it is. There must be a first half of the Demonaria."

And with that he conjured it from fire and stared down at is, and with a new hope he said quietly to Dorian, "We must hunt down it's brother..."

From Dorian's arm dropped his triangular scrying pendulum, a simple yet most intricate and powerful item. Zoltan could guess what Dorian was about to suggest. Dorian asked whether to scry, although it may be futile on such a legendary object, he even suggested using a map to pin-point it's where-abouts. "Hmm..." Zoltan began, putting a hand to his chin as he looked out the window. Before long he made his decision and left the window's side, as he passed Dorian he said "We scry the maps" and headed down the corridor behind him. Before he vanished into the darkness of the next room he said over his shoulder "If it exists then we'll get some kind of reading".

Zoltan met Dorian in the main hall, where a large dark wooden table sat in the centre, sprawled over it were maps of Non-magic Earth and Magic Earth, as well as other maps placed around them that were enlarged versions of more specific portions of the worlds. Standing at one end and crossing his arms he said "Search the mundane world first, it will probably fail but nonetheless its better to know. Then search our world... I trust you will be able to get some sort of reading, however small, to indicate its existence somewhere."

Zoltan waited patiently by Dorian's side, no more than a few paces from his back at each passing minute. His watchful gaze was ever strong, he always kept a steady gaze on Dorian's scrying symbol. Whilst he scryed Non-magic Earth the silence was heavy, and Zoltan quietly circled the table until reaching the other side. Dorian's announcement that there was no presence of the Demonaria's second half in the mundane world was expected. "Very well..." he said, hanging his head. He sighed, and his observant eyes drifted elsewhere in the darkness of the room as he said "Scry Occulas." quite simply. He swung his head back towards the map of the United Realms of the Guildeam, the realms ruled by each major city within Occulas. "If it has the ability to hide such as ours then we probably won't accurately find it... but if it exists... if it has been used within Occulas... there'll be a scent." Zoltan said, his eyes glaring from Zakernand, outside of Occulas, but then trailing down to Asmodius. He crossed his arms once more and allowed Dorian to continue with his work. He was sure that another half must exist.