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Just as Dalia was about comment on his words, and on his uncanny ability to sense and understand her emotions, when he fell to the ground. Unsure of what to do, for that moment, Dalia knelt above him. She was afraid to touch him -for reasons she would never understand- so her hands lay an inch or two above him, awkwardly being woven about as though she might do some good. When the fit seemed to end, she jumped to her feet and pretended as though she hadn't fret over him at all. And when she looked at him... He looked better. A smile broke on her lips, but she quickly stashed it away.
Then he ran!
Dalia nearly jumped in surprise, but regained herself and sprinted after him, using her strong legs to push her forward. They stopped at a strong tree, and Arthon began to speak to it! Yet another surprise from the strange, sick man. Not that he was disturbed (though in all honesty he might have been), but he was certainly ill.
Dalia watched him, giving both he and the tree strange looks. She'd never spoken to a tree before, never assumed they could speak back, and never thought to do such a thing. She laughed, "First books, now trees? What else can you talk to?" She paused to think, laughed again, and said, "The dead?"

Even as he moved on she did not. She stood, staring at where he once stood, and began murmuring things very quickly, to nobody in particular. These were more words in the language of secrets, but they were rushed, heated by some sort of calm passion, and scratchy. After that short moment she followed him, reaching his side just as he began his explanation of her... life, perhaps? Herself? It was hard to describe just what he was telling her, but it was, indeed, something she paid great attention to. How was it that he was able to trust her without meeting her? Stories heard from others? Impossible! That was a foolish thing to do, to trust a demon-child based off the musing of others.
...But then, wasn't that what she had done with humans? And other creatures? The stories her parents told her was what fueled her hate and aggression towards them. She went into the world distrusting humans because of stories told to her. And because she went into the world expecting the worst, all she saw was anger and hatred and war. All she knew was the pain, because she was blind to joy. She was blind and deaf to the kindness of Arthon upon their first meeting, because she did not want to see that her parents were mistaken.
"Interesting?" She asked, a hint of humor lay behind the steely tones of her voice. She was trying to fight back her emotions, as she sometimes did. She was not insulted, rather, complimented more than she had been in quite a while. She was unsure of how to react. But no matter how hard she fought, she felt her face grow hot with embarrassment. "You figured me out in less than a week; interesting happens when it takes years to know anything about an individual, Arthon. You are interesting, not me. Every time you open your mouth you're spouting some new mumbo-jumbo or talking to a different object!"

It seemed as though they were nearing the graveyard... and with that Dalia would be one more step closer to figuring out what Arthon was all about. What made him tick? What made him happy? What made him do the things he did? Those were his reasons for thinking she, Dalia, were interesting. It was funny how it worked out that way... As for why Dalia did what she did... She would never know, at least not consciously. She loved her parents, but did not want to protect them until their lives came to and end. It was not what she was made to do, it was not her fate. Then again, how could she dictate her own fate? Wasn't that the job of some higher power?
Dalia pushed her hood back and out of her pale face, having forgotten she was even wearing it. After letting her blood red eyes adjust to the new light, she looked over at Arthon once more. He did not have horns on his head, like she did, yet he had his own secrets. So what if his weren't plastered on his head for the world to see? It didn't meant they didn't exist. She had been quite selfish, and perhaps not curious enough, to ask him about himself. He knew too much about her already. So the Tiefling quickly conjured up a question, one she wanted to know the answer to: "Why such a thirst for knowledge?" She asked, "Why not money or power or blood? Knowledge seems so... useless in this world."

The titan slipped out of the bar while Ali, Red and Ash were inside yapping to another. Quietly as his entrance from the shadows he disappeared into the night of the outside looking at the stars. "We wonder how they're doing. Our brothers and sisters. There are only six of us now." Yawgmoth said to no one in particular more so just talking aloud. He reached up with his hand and swirled his fingers moving his hand in a conductor like motion. The night scene began to rearrange itself according to how he bent the darkness of the sky forming patterns with the stars. He wasn't actually moving entire stars and system from so far away obviously. A feat impossible to anything but gods, but rather he was manipulating the darkness to give the illusions that the entire sky had been changed.

Ash quietly walked out of the bar. Once in the fresh air she felt less tense. She sighed. After walking around for a bit she came to an unpopulated area. "This is a good place" She said to herself. She closed her eyes and began to change. She went to her cat form. She was a gray-ish color and had a little red scarf around her neck. And a bow around her her four tails. Her eyes like golden jewels. Finally able to be free she walked around. With no one around to bother her she was able to get around freely. It was nice.

Ash was happy. She felt her tails going wild. She smiled her cat smile. Not to mention it was nice out and there was nothing to ruin it. She continued to wander around. Eventually ending up near a few people. But she didn't care. Nothing could ruin her mood.

The loud blasts of the gun alerted Yawgmoth to what was going on. Closing his eyes again his vision linked with the nightfall and watched the kids try to murder Ali and Ali as predicted not openly retaliate despite the fact that he could crush the kids with a single breath if he wanted. It would take something drastic for the titan to raise a hand to a child, he was sure his tolerance was much lower than Ali's. So to his former friend and rival this was probably nothing. Smirking as he heard Ali grump about the children being contract killers he stepped forward and seemingly fell into the ground only to pop out of the ground a few feet away from Ali. Shadowstep it was called.

"This pathetic little mudball has been long over due for a good purging. Or perhaps it needs someone like you to grip it in an iron fist and wring out the slime." Yawgmoth proclaimed with a shrug. "We have learned in our absence the role of our kind in the universe. We don't plan on interfering in the lives of mortal creatures as far as this planet's development. It would be against our nature. Admittedly, a nature we didn't know we had until a few years ago." he said speaking of finding out he was a titan. "But that's where you come in old friend. You were born here, you are a native of this little mudball. You can and should interfere. We give out compliments at most once or twice a year so take this how you will. But if we can't lead this place in the direction its supposed to go. There isn't anyone else who can, except you."