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Gurzil

Gurzil rose from the bed, as soon as the intruder had left. The demon was no fool, nor was he a heavy sleeper. He had survived for this long by learning how to be alert at all times. So it goes without say, that he was aware of the man from the moment he stopped in front of the door, a few minutes after Kam had come to check on them. Gurzil knew someone would be coming for her, he was under no delusions that she would have stayed even if, they had not come for her. The woman was known to wander off.
Gurzil slid out of bed and calmly dressed himself. A wicked smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. The first step of his plans had been completed. Yes, he did play with her because it was fun, but he had had hidden motives. Like placing a tracker within her womb. Gaining this city had done him wonders. Technology was in short supply, but what the scavengers from Mar's arms found, they gave Gurzil first pick. He had gained a few nice pieces of sinister design. However, nuclear explosives were strictly forbidden from the city limits. He even went as far as making sure one scavenger in the party was a trained bomb tech. With instruction to disarm any nukes that were found.

Gurzil left his chambers after he had tightened his belt, and pulled on his boots. Making his way down the hall with his signature grin from ear to ear. Guards he found along his way to the lower floors, were killed without warning. One second Gurzil was humming to himself, walking with a High roller's strut, just missing a Cane. Then in the next, he delivered a crushing blow to the chest of the guards. His fist crushing it's way through their chest cavity, and out their backs. Or, He pushed them down the stairs, broke a few necks. If he passed a group of guards ( two or more of them) He would kill half of them. This was an old technique to bring the legions in line. Called Decimation. People were picked at random to die in front of the eyes of the entire Legion. This was usually the punishment for things such as, Desertion and mutiny.
Eventually he made his way out into the open grounds of the keeps. Many guards were standing around, literally just standing around. It was funny, because he was not paying them. They had pledged their allegiance, and lives to him. Which meant they belonged to him. Which in turn meant disobeying his orders were not an option. Gurzil looked up the the men at the top of the gate wall. He signaled for them to lock it all down. In turn he had the keep locked up as well. Locking the lazy lay about in a large cage, with an angry bull.
The Guards on the grounds all looked towards the gate, due to the loud sounds of steel, stone and wood scrapping against one another. Though none of them noticed him. Save for those on the top of the wall staring down at their Master, with expressions of terror, and pitty for their brothers in arms.

Gurzil slowly strolled over the the largest of the groups. Once close enough he began to circle the crowd. After a few minutes they all fell silent. Their eyes tracking Gurzil's movements. " Inny. . . Meeny. . . Minny. . . MOE!" He shouted the final word, smacking a guard across his head. Though didn't kill him. " Catch an Idiot. . . By his toe." Gurzil grabbed the man he was now passing as he spoke " Toe", and grabbed the man by his toe, slamming him to the ground. Then drug him behind him as he continued his circuit. " If he hollers, make him PAY!", He said as he began to slam him around like that blonde child from the Flintstones. Each slam correlating with the number of dollars the tiger would pay. The guard had died some where around ten, but Gurzil kept going until he was holding nothing but a toe.
He even went on to play " Duck, duck , Goose." After the first goose, he came to a stop. Two guards now dead. The others soiled themselves, and froze with fear. Gurzil simply looked them all over, Every single man on the ground. Then he attacked, allowing his Berserk nature to take over . Everyone locked onto the grounds with him was at risk. In this state the warrior did not stop until everything was dead.

Kam felt the call immediately and returned to his rooms to collect Dancer, finding him still curled up with Claire. He simply woke Dancer up and got him out of the bed to clean up and get dressed again, letting Claire sleep since they both had worn her out. Once Dancer was in a pair of dark blue tights, he lead him into the room with Gurzil.

But he had to stop and stare at the mess the man had made but finally just shook his head over it, knowing that his master had done another decimation. While he knew Gurzil loved decimations, Kam hated cleaning up the mess afterwards. At least now, there were others to do that.

He moved over to kneel in front of Gurzil with his head down, “You called for us, Master?” he asked simply, knowing that Gurzil loved his submission to him. But it was getting harder and harder for him not to beg for a touch from his master, finding himself needing at least that much. He knew better, though. His master would touch him only when he was ready and not before.

He felt Dancer move to kneel behind him, able to sense that the hybrid was nearly vibrating with pure need, desperate for full relief from his body’s needs since the interlude with Claire had only heightened his desire and physical need. The hybrid was already carrying a light sheen of sweat from his struggle to keep it all contained and it only heightened Kam’s desire for his master’s touch.

Shadow was suddenly dealing with new sights and sounds as her perception shifted to Gurzil. She could tell that she wasn't seeing into the future. This vision felt too different. This was focused specificly on the mind of one person. She focused and managed to figure out where she was. She could see through this person's eyes and hear what he was saying, though she was focusing more on figuring out what was going on. Until she heard this person mention Dancer and the Sandmen. That got her attention. She listened to everything he said and watched everything he did from hid perspective, though she was a bit confused by what he did. She took a moment to look around his mind a bit, trying to find out who this man was. It only took a moment to see the dark parts of his mind. She recoiled a bit as she started to see bad things, practically announcing her presence to the insane demon.

Gurzil

Gurzil watched the flames dissipate. Then turned his attention to Kam. Hoping to hold a conversation with the slave. But, for the second time in twenty four hours. He found himself being invaded by a physics probing mind. though the child seemed to be confused, maybe in-experienced. Either way Gurzil was going to have to come up with a better defense, to combat the every increasing numbers of the Enemies mind readers. Not to mention the fact that this one was a damnable, hatchling. Maybe the old demon was loosing his touch?Gurzil didn't bother with asking Kam to hold off on anything until the child was gone.
Now, Gurzil was evil in every sense of the word, but even he would not treat this child the way he had others. Instead he clamped down, locking his mind down, like a maximum security prison. Then he began to play back every image of a demonic being that his mind held. Though the images were intentionally blurry, adding to the effect of horror. " Kam. . . After we are done here. I believe it would a good Idea to increase the number of psychics under our employment. That and maybe something like that one Comic charater with the scarlet helm, that prevented the entry of his mind.", He said while assuming his words were being blocked by his mental shielding.

Gurzil

The demon began to cackle at this child's appearance. Then cackled with renewed vigor, at the child's words. " When a Steel bear trap is lain with a neon sign of warning next to it. Who do you blame for the inevitable harm it will cause? Do you blame the victim?, the trap, or the Trapper? ", The words came out before Gurzil actually thought about them, which confused him. He sat there was a dumbfounded look on his face, until he was brought back to this reality by Claire's voice. The woman had a good point. It kind of made complete sense.
Gurzil opened a box, and with drew a cigar. Then lit it with a spark of hell fire, blowing a thick blue cloud of smoke into the face of the illusion. His mind was rolling Claire's words around. Contemplating every possible path. Then he chuckled. " Beautiful. . . Then IT is decided. Put her to sleep Claire, Then we shall go and retrieve her." This was all mental, and only after he completely locked his mind down.

Gurzil stood and walked out of the room. " Come along you two.", He called over his should with the release of a blue cloud. He led them through the halls of the keep, seemingly on a destination-less stroll. This was until he was sure no one else was listening in on his party, knowing Claire would add her aid to shielding the trio. " The Human physic that attacked early yesterday. I want that one found and captured if you can. The child will be the main target, along with any other potential slaves, but take few. Kill all others.", He said within his mind. Hoping Claire had connected them all.
Then he turned down into the hound pits. Leading them to the store room just off to one side. Once inside, he closed the door. Then walked to the opposite wall. Where he placed his left hand on a panel of the wall. His palm glowed with the fire of hell. There was a soft crack, Crimson hieroglyphs flashed around the room, and then the wall open to a large stair case. He motioned for them to enter, and then followed them in. The wall closed behind them ,as they made their way down the steps. There was no light source on the stairs, so Gurzil verbal command to stop. Was the only indication that they had arrived at a door. There was another flash of hieroglyphics. A door opened to reveal nothing. The room beyond was as dark as it could possibly be. Gurzil chuckled, and reached a hand out to a lamp he knew to be there, and lit it. " God morning Shadow. . . I just met a child whom shares your name. . . HOw do you feel about this?" He asked before he even looked up to the suspended woman in the enter of the room. Currently the shifter was hanging in a hog-tied fashion, more than ten feet off the ground. Her body was covered in scars, scars that could not be regenerated, not at a normal rate. Not while she was still restrained by a mixture of Iron and silver. Gurzil chuckled again, because he had asked a muzzled creature a question. " AH hahahahahahahahahahaaaa ha. . . .ahaha. HOw is she suppose to speak you half wit? Hahahahaha. . . . Wait i'm not a half wit. . . Your the half wit.. Hahahahahaaaa. . ." Gurzil trailed off, puffing on his stoggy, just staring up at the woman. " OH! that's right I was doing something." He chuckled again and turned back towards Kam and Clair. " TADAAAAA she's alive. . ." He ended it was a Cheshire grin, the cigar clamped between his wicked fangs.

Gurzil

Before Either Clair, or Kam spoke. The very foundation of the fortress shook, a voice aside the violent vibrations. " House keep?, but I'm not in an Inn. . . or am I" Gurzil fell silent as he considered that he might be else where, and maybe this whole day had been a dream. Then came another r knock, which slapped him into reality. The demon shook his head, and took a long pull from his cigar.
Then he order the two of them to get Blade ready for combat. While he ascended the staircase, back to the store room. Once again the room glowed with hundreds of hieroglyphics, which would give Luna a big hint as to how the door opened. Though she would not need to, seeing as it had just opened. Gurzil's Silver headed, Elven figure stepped forth from the darkened doorway. The door closing behind him with a stony, click. He stood staring at the woman for several minutes, just puffing on his stoggy. Then his head tilted to the right, at a ninety degree angle, his lips spreading into a devilish smirk, that soon became a grin as he spoke. " Luna the Lunatic. . . " He fell silent again, his head rolling to the exact opposite position over his left shoulder. " You won!!!. . . Longest game of Hiding seek ever." He stepped forward, hooking his right arm around her waist, and pulled her to his hardened torso, roughly. Before, placing a kiss, heavily laden with passion. His palms burning with hellfire, as they held her.

Gurzil

Gurzil listened closely, while she explained herself, and the slaves she brought with her. Then he moved away from her too walk up and down the line of slaves. He was studying each of them, calculating the worth. Were they worth selling for gold, if they were good enough to replace those that had died in the recent purge of daft guards. the last thing he was looking for, was common hard labor.
Gurzil walked along the line once more, tapping a third of the slaves. Ordering them to find the Barracks and report of active field training. Another third and sixth of a third was sent to the servant/ builder living quarters. The last he simply told to pray. this of course was mere seconds before he launched one out of the storage room's main doorway. The slave landed with a solid thud, at the bottom of a stone pit. All was silent as the Slaves stared in horror at the Silver haired man, and then there vanished companion. then the silence was shattered like so many glass bottles breaking in a stone tunnel. The hounds that resided in those deep pits, began to rip and devour the slave alive. " Come now I can't have the puppy chow just standing around. . ." He grabbed the other slaves and led them gently over to the railing around the pit's mouth. Here he tied their restraints so that they were bent over the railing, and forced to watch the hellhounds, devour their friend. . .slowly. They would keep the slave alive for hours, if not days. These hounds were used to not getting food very often, so their bread developed intelligence which allowed them to ration their own food, even in the field. Keeping the victim alive was to keep the meat from spoiling too quickly, that and they shared their Master's sadistic pleasure.

Gurzil looked back to his long lost Wife. " Well love, seems you are just in time. . . We are beginning a war campaign today. . . OH!!!" He stops and grabs her by the shoulders, a child expression of ecitment plain on his face. " YOU HAVE YET TO MEET KAMMY!!!! Has to change that." He released her, and then sent Kam and Claire a mental command to get a move on it.
" For now let us discuss this campaign of mine." He said while gesturing that he would follow her out of the kennels.

Luna pouted a bit when Gurzil didn't make a move to play with her, though she couldn't stop from grinning when he threw the slave to the hounds and tied the others up so that they would have to watch the hounds at work. She made sure to keep a few of the slaves from being selected. She was starting to get hungry again, and she decided that she should an extra around in case Gurzil was hungry too.

When Gurzil mentioned a war campaign, Luna's face lit up, and she giggled happily. "Oh, you really know how to spoil a girl," she said. She tilted her head when he mentioned Kam. She didn' know who he was talking about, but she hoped he would be fun.

The air around them suddenly started to feel heavy as Shadow fought through Claire's attempt to put her to sleep. Shadow appeared in front of Gurzil again, but something was different this time. She wasn't just an illusion. Her form had more substance, and she was actually casting a shadow. It seemed that she had managed to create a psychic projection of herself to keep her presence in Gurzil's fortress. "It'll take more than that to stop me," she said.

Luna stared at Shadow for a moment before giggling and looking back to Gurzil with that same adorable expression from before. "SHE'S SO CUTE! Can we keep her Gurzy? I swear I'd make a good mom. I would hug her, and love her, and teach her to be like me. Can we have her? Please please please. I mean, we'd have to go get the real her, but she would make such a cute daughter for us."