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*She stared at him for a long while before opening the door and walking out without so much as a reply*

*She shuddered upon hearing his laughing. Coming here was a mistake and she knew it. There was a statue to her left, she yanked off her glove and her talons grew, she swiped her talons over the statues surface and it crumbled. With that she dissapeared in green haze*

~Once again pacing in the furthest depths of his fortress, Truinthil was muttering in deep thought. This wasnt the first time and it was likely far from the last that he would do this sort of thing. His mutterings would once in a while become shouting then return to mutters. Things were obviously troubling him, though what it was exactly wasnt clear. Of course though, there was no one listening. No one except the few followers he had left, back when he had tried to make himself a god. He still could try that, but the thought bored him anymore. He wanted the simple life again. The simple life of just destroying countless nations and the like, but that was something he wasnt about to get, so long as the likes of Mastema and Xol existed. Those two, but mainly Mastema, made him have need of planning and scheming. He had never needed to before. There was never any competition. It was as this thought passed through his head that he began shouting once more and even went so far in his frustration as to lash out with his power blindly and without really controling it, causing the very air to tear open in front of him, a bright white hole appearing then slamming shut with a bang loud enough that it shook the ceiling. Just to have sound reach the ceiling in this cavern would be an amazing feat, for it was many tens of miles above. Truinthil stopped for a moment, studied what he had done, grinned, frowned, then resumed his pacing and mumbling.
Improbable as it was, it was how this cavern was built. What made this imporbably sized cavern was that it wasnt anchored inside of the reality where the rest of his fortress existed. That was one thing that he prided himself on when building this place. His ability to create rooms outside of the reality that he was from, but not exactly in another reality. Instead it was like a moon that had an orbit around a planet that was just right so as to cause it to never seem to move from where it was in the sky. For many countless years he had lost this knowledge though. It was only one of many things that he hadnt been able to retain when he gained sentience from the original Draeken. He had it back now though. It had been only recently that Truinthil had come across a person of heavenly descent and of earthly stupidity. This person had offered to return Truinthil to his original body, since the one he had at that time had been artificially made for him until he found a better body.
Upon being offered this, Truinthil was incredibly pleased and accepted this fools blind offer, for while some may think that his first body was the one he created when seperating from Draeken, his true first body was that of Draeken's. Seeing as Truinthil had first manifested as a dark side within Draeken and that many times he had had control of that body, technically it was, at times, his and so to give Truinthil his original body was to give him the same body that the first Draeken had had somewhere just over ten thousand years ago, when Draeken had been at his natural peak in power. Perhaps only eight thousand years ago Draeken had been pieced back together and given power beyond imagining for someone of his decent and races, but that was well after Truinthil had been locked away within Draeken's mind without any access to the body. Therefore, Draeken's final and most capable body was completely unattainable to him. This was something that frustrated Truinthil to no end. To have that kind of power would be beyond his wildest dreams. He would be able to create armies, within only a few days, that would belarge enough to flood the largest cities of the world twice over. It was no use dreaming of it though. That kind of raw power would likely never come to him.
Though he had been returned to his original body, Truinthil still hadnt gotten it up to its full potential yet. To unleash all its potential at once would be suicide, for the body, newly made, would not be able to hold it. Because of this he was perhaps only three quarters of the way there. This was still much more powerful than he had been before receiving this body. He could once more tear open holes between or inbetween realities. He could once more an unguarded mind as if it were cloth. He was once more able to affect weather and nature on a massive scale instead of just localy. He could safely create creatures of his own design again. He could have before, but wouldnt of had the power to control them well enough to finish creating them or even keep them from doing things of their own will. Now, however, with his knowledge of creation and of lessons learned in the past, he could create something that would aid him more than even the army of Wraiths that he had made over ten thousand years ago. The only problem that Truinthil faced in this was what to create. Originality was a must. He didnt want to seem boring now did he? This thought made him laugh.~

~Truinthil stopped his pacing once he felt his daughter enter the cavern.~

Ah. Yes it has been a long time.

~He then turned to face her and was surprised at how she had grown. She was easily sixteen now. Much older than the last time he had seen her.~

As for what has been happening? Hmm. Let me see? Mastema hates me once again after I tried to study one of his children. Gabriel is back and has set up in the Seven Hells Temple. A character named Galette is there and he is holding the one called Kai prisoner. Anything else? Hmm...TJ is back alive, Athaele hasnt been seen much, and well...Thats about it really. Why do you ask? Are you suddenly showing an interest in crushing them all? Perhaps joining up with your old man?

So my own daughter is beginning to see the use in people without excluding me. She will make me proud I think. Yes. Very proud.

~Truinthil laughed for a few minutes before suddenly going back to his musings.~

You don't mind if I come to work with you two as well...Do you?

*Aethi said this as she appeared in the pillar of light, shortly behind Truinthil's clone.*

A womans mind can come in real handy at times you know. What are we going to plan on though I wonder? Whatever it is, so long as I do not have to reveal my heritage any time soon, I will help.

Sitting on the floor. How bland. Oh well, it will have to be tolerated I guess.

*Aethi moved over to her father and the clone and sat down so that the three of them formed a triangle.*

So...Shall we begin then?

~ Upon entering a light glow fo her gaunlet on her left hand glowed in the darkness. It has been indeed a long time since she has walked these halls. her mind was at ease finally. She glanced around for any feeling if any. she has taught herself to erase any feeling or any kind of emotion she had before. She had stowed away to an islolated Island off the east for training, and self control. She has total control of her known powers since T has transformed her. She entered her room, and the lights flared up. Just as she left it. Covered in dust. Slowly falling apart. She smiled, as her gaunlet glowed, she raised her hand mid way and waved it from left to right and hung it back to her side. The room slowly regenerated its beauty and liveness. she smiled and walked out in the hallway, hoping to find someone to talk to~