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A deep, long suffering sigh of one who's almost infinate patience...was actually wearing thing.

"If you would like to come down here and challenge my authority then do so, and stop wasting MY time, Malachi. Otherwise, do as I say, give me a lift in, to what is LEFT and leave. Your choice is far simpler then you're making it out to be."

A strange weapon, once used on a ghoul in the forest, suddenly spun in the dark mans fingers. A mask, plain enough, sure, but remarkably deadly to the one who had it on. Henry was through playing games.

Juunikyuu barely flickered as she remained in her almost trance like state, meditating before the fire as a chilling breeze blew over the camp causing some sparks to jump from the fire and swirl in the air around the Senshi. The stars in the night sky seemed to dim and brighten, almost like a flickering lightbulb before it finally burns out as Juunikyuu drew energy from them. Never before had she stored so much energy within herself and it was having a slight dizzying effect on her. She fought this feeling into submission, pushing it deep into her subconscious as she drew a deep breath, the caw of the bird finally roasing her from her meditation.

"Mere, unless you wish to call the ghouls upon us might I merely suggest that you and your companion there try to keep your grudges to yourselves, at least for now?"

As she spoke the clouds above them finally released the loads they were carrying. LArge flakes of snow began to swirl down towards the ground and within a few minutes the first layers of snow had settled with the storm showing no intention of letting up.

"If you wish for my charming of the snow to be successful I will need to wait until there is a decent depth, and then I will need time for the charm to pass through the many layers in order to keep the undead from rising beneath us. Tell me when and it shall be done."

((:shakes fist at Kraun!: stressed ))

((At least this way it'll be more interesting...can we keep going now? sweatdrop ))

((*snugs teh Sunny-puff*

Sorry for lack of involvement on my part. A lot of things have crept up on me of late, including my enagement, a trip to hospital and revision for exams sweatdrop Thank you so much for all you've done for me heart ))

Decruda returned to the chamber filled with pools, covered in blood. He did not wear his usual black clothes, no, instead he wore a very simple shirt, almost generic looking as it could blend into any crowd. He was covered in blood from a mangled nose he recieved not too long ago. But it was time to get rid of all of that.

He reached up and peeled away his face, or rather, the skin which covered it and the cartilage of its shattered nose, revealing the flesh and bone beneath. Tossing the mess of skin off to the side into a different pool, he removed the simple clothing as well and burned it in one of the large braziers of violet-blueflame found throughout the enclave.

He had returned once before this, which made this his second visit back here after he had began this... project. That time, he had a vial and a small needle, which of course, he opened the stopper and dropped the needle into the pool at his feet without even a splash. Such a needle had a skin sample of one Ryudo Kazamaru. He did not initially know the name of the man, but he had witnessed what power he held, and that was how he had picked his first target. However, that all changed when one of his companions had said it,


And with a name, it didnt take long for the extensive spy network of the cult to find record of such a person by that name, giving Decruda a full name, even if everything else was obscure. But a name was all he wanted, even if it didnt do anything.

There was the first, put into his spawning pool of luminescent liquids and a developing form. And then he was gone again.

But now he was back. Back with a second sample. His eyes, which appeared like any other's would seem to well up as if to cry, and then fall away over his raw cheeks in a small liquid stream to splatter onto the ground. The liquid eyes which had covered his natural ones were used to hide his inverted eyes where the sclera and iris were pitch black and his pupils were stark white, something which made him easily recognizable. The skin which had lined his face that was now discarded only added to his disguise. It was not a secret that Decruda is known as a man of a thousand faces, quite literally, as he is a master of the art of grafting. It was easy, all he had to do was act like any other person and then disappear as soon as he had his samples, acting as any other normal person would.

He walked towards the spawning pool where his project was, and knelt down. This second sample would come from one Evan White. A competitor at the Heaven or Hell tournament, the necrotic spellsword did not have trouble finding information on this man, nor did he have trouble finding an excuse to get close enough to retrieve a sample. It just so happened by luck that he would come across him at Leviathan Stadium, a place where many strong fighters and big names could be found.

Visibly, the raw muscles of his face pulled back as what would pass as a wide twisted smile spread on his facial features, if only he had a face. At the same time, he positioned his hands over the pool and preesed down on his fingers. As one would push out a splinter from flesh and then p***k it out with tweezers, he produced super slender needles, near invisible, which then he would yank out and drop into the liquid.

There would be the second sample he would drop into the pool. Flesh and blood, whatever would be found on the tiny needles.

Decuda stood, pleased with his work before a contingent of crawling hands would enter the chamber and swarm towards him, carrying his gear which he would then put on. Scimitar, glass dagger, leering skull emblazoned black leather breastplate. It even included a large piece of skin, the face he used most often when in the cult's territories, it was possible that this was his natural face.

And as he watched the dismembered hands scurry away, his left hand fell to the hilt of the sword at his hip. He turned his face one last time to look over his shoulder into the pool, its unnatural glow lighting up his prominent bone structure which framed those inverted eyes of his, and cackled quietly as he left the chamber.

Two knocks resounded in the dimly lit room before the handle of the door turned and the wooden door opened with a groaning creak. Bare feet stepped over the cold stone floor silently as the woman entered the room.

"Sir..." she began upon entry.

"But I like playing dress up." she coo-ed as she moved closer to his desk. Erinyes appeared very similar to an angel, and Desh'na actually liked tricking people to believe her to be one.

"I have something that'll take that look off your face." she said smugly in his ear as she moved to lean over his shoulder.