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Laos nodded slowly. "Yes I know, maybe I'm making a mistake but there's just no time for that right now. Do not worry Yamishiro, I'm sure you will make sure she causes no harm." His eyes glinted with sadistic amusement, and then suddenly his features twisted in anger, a pulsing vein sticking out on his forehead as he struggled internally with something. Finally he relaxed, though his face clearly reflected his barely contained fury. " The spell over those two has been broken." His voice was barely more than a hiss, and with a quick wave of his hand the four men kneeling off to his left exploded showering the place with blood and gore. Kazuko stood in the doorway, earlier than he expected but no less welcome. Laos motioned for her to stand with the others. He ground his bloodstained fangs together with frustration. "I was so looking foreward to using them against the very people they died to save last time. No matter, I will dispose of them in due time."
(writers block)

(Finals is straining my brain, Its almost dry, but here goes)

After recovering from his episode Laos motioned for Sibel to step forward, she complied immediatly and bowed deeply, her long black tresses brushing the filthy floor before she straightened and gazed at her Lord with expectancy.
" Is it time?"
He tilted his head slightly in ackknowledgement. His eyes scanned the room "But... Where is Cross, Ah well no matter, he will arrive in time. Now, onto more important matters..." He ran the tip of his tongue over his lips, and smiled with remarkably dark intentions. " I can still fondly remmember the dark ages, when I first emerged from the underworld. Those were delisciously evil times before that cursed priestess ruined my plans, and sealed me away by putting that blasted sword through my heart." He took a heavy breath before continuing, "There were only a select few who opposed me, but their powers combined were enough to distract me enough so VaTawny could sidle up to me unnoticed. That wil not happen again. One of my most trusted agents betrayed me back then, her name is Shavas Yamagata a dark mage of remarkable ability, her friend Tsuki betrayed me when she was most needed as well. I brought them forth and took control of their bodies, but foolishly sent them into the fray without considering the consequences. Their spirits are strong, I sent them out of a sense of pride, and to frighten my adversaries. They have been freed, and can oppose me once again. There was another by the name of Auren Shiro, late king of Teir. He will be a very valuable puppet in my quest to control this world."
Running his fingers through his hair he continued, a wild look glinting in his eyes, " I will control this realm once again, and when I do the ones who serve well will be rewarded, those who fail me, or fight me will have all of eternity to regret their gae mistake as they writhe in pain at my feet."
He let out a noisy breath, as his intense gaze swept the room. " Sibel bring forth the gateway."
The evil eyed sorceress held her hands palm up before her face, and concentrated. The warm tingle of magic surged up her spine. The gateway shimmered to life infront of her.
It was a remarkable sight, the black marble archway was polished smooth and veined with bright ivory. The gate itself was a swirling vortex of mist, unearthly screams echoed from the depths, and seductive whispers filled your thoughts.
Your blood, your warmth, yur life. Ours! Ours! Come closer sweet. Bring us your sweet blood, your warm flesh. We are cold, cold, cold beyond endurance. Come closer. Come closer.
Laos ran his fingers lightly over the smooth surface, it was as cold as death, his flesh tingled with exhileration.
Abruptly he cast a golden rope of power through the gateway, it shimmered and undulated as it wove its way deeper into the underworld searching for whom he sought.
At long last his souless grey eyes lit up with triumph. He twisted the power
around Auren's neck, and a fresh scream erupted from the shadows. He layed every protection, and containment spell he could think of into the magic of the burning collar, and even slit his wrist allowing his black blood to bind itself into the casting.
He was almost finished, and began drawing Auren's spirit through the gateway, as it emerged he bathed it in a cool glow, filling his parched lungs with new breath, and shocked Auren's dormant heart back to life.
"Welcome back...Auren Shiro."
(could be so much better but I g2g)

Auren stood there, blinking in the dimness, unrecognizable from his last life.

Deep blue armor covered everything, with black chainmail that protected the joints. His great helmet had two towering dragon wings from the sides, along with taloned boots. A blood red sword rest in his right hand, dripping with blood. His eyes were daemonic, and again, unrecognizable.


It was the daemonic claw, on the other hand, that had replaced his left arm. This claw was far stronger then its original, and was capable of far more violence.

Auren's soul and mind railed against Laos, and then stopped. He would get loose, eventually, and prove that Nobody, was master and god of Lord General Auren Shiro. For now, he would obey.


"What is thy will, my lord?" He asked with no emotion.

(didn't feel like logging on the mule)

"Ahh Auren I must say it is quite...pleasant.... to see you again." His dark eyes glimmered, and a maliscious smile graces his full lips.
He could feel Auren's soul hammering at his confinement with gusto from the moment he stepped out of the portal, gradually the resistance grew smaller, until it was nothing but a smoldering coal within the walls of his mental prison. His dark smile widened, So Auren was content to wait it out, his determination would make things all the more...interesting.
He reached out with his mind, sensing a familiar presence. He emitted a low animalistic growl from deep in his throat, and he clenched the arms of his throne so tightly that the ends crumbled off in his iron hard grip.
Eyes narrowed to dangerous slits his mind rushed forth from his body
"Zaroe....his deep voice echoed within the mind of his past servant, the demon was more than a little insane, "Zaroe, leav that blasted thing alone and get yourself in here, I am low on patience due to the current circumstances. We will discuss... other matters.... later."

he turned to face the others, Cross lounged in the doorway along with Kazuka. Elysia was standing off to the side, strangly quiet, and Auren Shiro stood before him. The man managed to look insolent despite the circumstances tugging at the ends of his nerves.
The sword of his new follower slowly drooled sticky blood on the floor, not that it made any difference. With a sigh, he wetted his lips and turned to Sibel. "You may get rid of it now, I'm done." Sweat poured down the mage's face as she struggles to control the portal. With a whoosh of air, she dropped her hands and the frightening doorway winked out of existance. "I'm afraid I've lost my train of thought... What were we discussing before?"

The graceful sweep of one brow was all that betrayed his irritation with his former servant.

"I did not break free from my bonds in the underworld to have fun Zaroe. I came to take control, and destroy those who opposed me."

He inclined his head slightly, acknowledging the bow, but his eyes burned with anger at the sight of the elusive man who somehow slipped between his fingers some decades ago.

"Tell me, where is it you dissapeared off to? I'm sure we've all been wondering."
Once again a smile touched his lips, "There will be plenty of fun to go around in due time."

Auren stared at this Zaroe character.


He hated the b*****d immediately on sight, and decided to kill him when he got the chance. The man was nuts, while insanity presented whole new tactical challanges, when it came down to it, Auren's precision would cut him down, as insanity provided amazing attack and defense, it was pathetic tactically and strategically.

"Sir. I just asked you what you wanted me to --- " Auren dropped the irritated platoon sargeant tone, a memory back in the day of the Wyverns, and looked at him agan. "I asked you what your will was." He replied again tonelessly.


Arkayid joined the duo at the entrance and watched the little girl run by in terror. "Who let kids run around this place?" He wondered aloud. Hopefully Laos didn't like killing children. If he did, what was Arkayid going to do about it?

Nothing. "Who the hell is that... Demon, Man, something or rather?" Arkayid asked Kazuko and Cross.

Zaroe's ears can hear. His eyes can see. His senses tells him what is happening around him. Hatred was a word he was familier with. Anguish was his only comfort for many thousand milleniums. He recognized such emotions without even the need to see them.

And from his senses, or to say, from his skill Shingan, Zaroe could can see Auren in his new form. He is a familier presence to Zaroe. Not that Auren would know... unless he could first realize it and then logically deduce the reason.

Who was this Zaroe? Why is he so insane? Was he born that way? Or otherwise? What strengths and weaknesses does he hold? So many questions so little answer.

Yet observing Auren was indeed fun. His tone from the first uncorrected sentence was one of pride and demand. His second, though prettified, left the same impression in Zaroe's mind. Two words "asked" and "you" told Zaroe something of Auren to begin with. Yet regardless. It was interesting to see him here. In fact, to see Arkayid, whose weapon - Mishizuri - betrayed something of his identity, became another character wtihin Zaroe's own twisted mind. Ah, indeed, Zaroe could already vision the upcoming fun he was going to have...

Zaroe seemed rather disappointed in a rather playful expression. Then he opened his arms, laying his chest unguarded, and bowed slightly and spoke with the same playful "happy" tone.

"as you wish."

Just like that? Perhaps one would expect a little....more, from a being like him. But whatever the case, he turned, without turning his back to Laos, and watched the others. Who were his comrades for this battle? Kazuko and Elysia. He could roughly tell who they were by when Laos looked at them as he spoke their name. Zaroe lifted his hands and then wrapped it around the air as though he would around a person. Then his right fingers began "feeling" presumably he face of this imaginary person if there was one.

"ah, my poupee. It would seem that you have some visitors. This is going to be quite the show."

His face turned into a cruel smile and he flailed his arms away. Facing towards his partners - without his back facing Laos - he continued.

"shall we be going then mon ami? this is going to be quite the show indeed."