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Mirage had lost Scarlet amongst the crowd and headed into the bar.It would be a good place to hide since most women don't like to hang in there with all the guys drinking but she loved it.It was fun to watch the guys get beaten at there own game.As she walked further into the bar she didn't see a gentleman sitting in one of the high chairs.Without looking where she was going she accidently bumped into him and spilled his whole drink on top of him.The man shouted in outrange at his spilled drink and then Mirage looked at him.
"Oh my God!I am so sorry your highness!I trully didn't se you there!"She bowed low to him.
At that point Mirage's eyes began to glow green again and she went into a trance and repeated the same message that she had given Scarlet.
"Drako Rose,King of the Netherworld and Lord of Chaos!Your wife,daughter, and realms are in peril.Sara the witch will take over when Scarlet's time is up.Protect your realms from Sara and guard Scarlet with your life.It's the only way!Please listen to me your highness!Only you can stop her!Protect Scarlet and Violet." Mirage then passed out again in the bar and landed in Drako's arms.He was shakeing from Mirage's words.

Vertusk sighs and gets up. "Yuki, my love, we have things we must do to prepare for the oncoming onslaught." He stood like an old samurai would, filled with dignity and valor, two huge parts of honor. "I have no magics as of yet, but my stave skills best many. I am going to equip a staff with sharpened ends, it won't be my Magi given one, no, I am going to see if I can't have one custom made by the best weapons crafters in Atlantis, and so then I shall be ready to fight along side you against any odd." His hands shoot up to her head, and he encloses her face in them. "Thanks for never giving up hope, I love you." With that he turns. "Time to beat Sara, and if we lose.... I really do not want to know what happens if we lose. I am your king, yes, but Yuki is your leader. May the gods look upon us in this eve of shadow." He nods to Yuki. "And may our love conquer all." With that he turns and heads to the throne room, and waits for Yuki there.

His eyes fall to the ground, and he grabs his own staff. "I wonder what it would do..." He shakes his head to clear his thoughts and then looks at the Atlantis sliver. He had an idea what would happen. He slowly puts the orb to his staff, and it starts to become pitch black like before. The Atlantis Stone arcs, and grows into a deadly spike on each end, and sharpens itself. The gold glow emitting from the staff was purifying, and his eyes bask in it. After the glow dims, the Stone was larger, obviously, and was jutting out at each end, forming long sharp blades. It had a wicked body of black wood, and he holds it and lets the blade rest on the ground. He looks to Yuki. He opens a hand and gold comes out, infused with spirals of black.

As Vertusk looked on, his mind filled with dark thoughts. War was on the horizon, and so far, no one was willing to stand with the people who had it upon their shoulders. "Sara shall die, it may not be soon, but she will." His voice was cold, and hard. He spins his staff in his hands, and it catches a wall, which it slices through, the gold stone unscathed, the wall a huge gash.

Vertusk chuckles quietly. "Yuki, dear, be patient, I know you have a feeling to kill her, but it will be in due time only. My new weapon will still take time to get used to, and she still over-powers us ten to one. The rate she is going... She is probably able to destroy the omni-planet in one spell sitting. Take ease, and hold on, strategy is key. No running blindly. Besides, we need the swordsman." He puts a knuckle to his forehead. "Jairn most likely is the swordsman. But, the others are most likely needed as well." He grabs his staff and turns, his moon taking on a serene gold trimmed black. His stature becomes relaxed, but still posture prone, and his muscles tense into a ready yet calm position. His whole life, almost as if he was groomed for the upcoming obstacle. From his learning magics, to his learning of love with Yuki. It all snapped into place at once. He smirks. "Seems that most people know nothing of my home Realm, but I wouldn't be surprised if the people betting on me know of it." He ponders that for a moment, forgetting Yuki was standing next to him. He turns and sees her. "It seems that we have special people watching what we do, almost as if they are waiting, training, us for this big thing...." His voice carries off in pondering thought, his smile obvious. He wanted Yuki to figure it out as he had.

Vertusk steals away himself, going into a small room. Like those before him, Axel, Vincent, Jacques, he would train by himself in a small room. His staff ready, he swings it by kicking it with one leg, and the air around the stone blades parts, leaving a hissing sound easily discernible to any who heard it. He comes up and then pushes it through his hand located towards the height of the staff. This action, coupled with his own momentum and body weight, pushes the staff into the ceiling above him, the angle like that as if he was impaling an enemy from the sky. He breaths, and the door creaks behind him. His head turns, and himself, amazingly, was there. He turns the staff at him. Summoning an exact clone of the staff, the two go at it. Vertusk jumps to avoid a jab, and comes down, twirling himself and his staff, and making the motion whole, the staff comes off his back, and finds the clones torso. Vertusk hits the ground, and his left leg gives. His eyes widen. He had forgot to watch out for the weapon. He looks to it, with a slight curse, he heaves himself up and at the clone. They go at it for nearly five minutes, when Vertusk gets the man's chest. He stops his attack, and looks on. The clone claps, and soon is healed. Vertusk, knowing exactly what was happening, gets off his feet and into the air. He drives his staff into the man's gut, which goes through and out of his back. He turns to see another. Simple, simple, clones of this magnitude took energy, but were simple, being copies of the caster. Hie head clears, and he attacks the next one, this time being propelled into a wall for not watching for the clone's staff. After a good thirty minutes, he finally destroys the clone with a strike to the head, a non-lethal one, and then impaling the man with his own staff. He stands, and the next clone carries a gun. Vertusk goes at it, his staff twirling, almost deflecting each of the rounds. His leg is caught, and he slides, his good leg making the way, and he slides directly beneath the clone, and thrusts upward with his staff, directly impaling the soft tissue beneath the mouth. With a gurgle, the clone fades from existence. Vertusk squats and rolls his head, readying himself for the next clone. This time, however, its one of Yuki. He attacks her with vehemence and her scythe proves a match. His attacks being short lived due to the curved blade, which she always used against him, even while blocking. He falls back. The scythe would be the same weapon Sara would be using, and that meant he had to overcome this opponent. Being a clone, and being nearly perfect, his mind did play tricks, and he had to fight the urge to believe she was real. His mind knowing his love and wife so well had created a perfect clone, even down to the feeling of her skin, which was a total trip. But realness was good in this situation. He goes back at her and this time, swings below her, her scythe coming where he had been a second before, and he comes up, but she blocks with the butt of her weapon. He curses, and tries to dodge, but the clone Yuki knew what she was doing, and the weapon connects with his jaw, and the blade comes from nowhere, attacking his thigh. He curses loudly, and then he shakes it off. He limps backwards, and when she attacks him, he blocks, and then summons a ball of Golden Darkness, the name, he thought, had a ring to it, and it fit it too. He throws it down, and then the room becomes black, but his own mind was reaching out, and in the place of sight, his mind gave him glowing golden outlines of objects around him. He impales the clone, and sits in the blackness. He sighs and contemplates strategies.

Vertusk sighs in the darkness that he was englufled in. He gets up, and walks out, the room turning back to normal, and his eyes adjusting instantly. He sharpens his eyes at a small child. She comes to him, a small piece of parchment in her hand. Shge hands it to him. He read it aloud. "Two days, its all I give you. Be prepared, for when the days come for me to resurrect myself, I will have my vengeance upon the land. If you know not who I am, ask only around. My name is the Blood Red, ruler of all. My name is being defiled by a woman, and her husband, he will watch her die, and her daughter, be it his or not. Signed, the Blood Red Witch." Vertusk ponders this. "Where did you find this?" He asks the girl, who points at the throne. "So it is intended for Yuki and me? This is most troubling, war looms on the horizon, and we have a transfixed lunatic on the loose. Come, help me find Her Royal Highness." The girl only nods, and Vertusk walks her out. He notices the moon on her head, which was like his, being gold trimmed, but held Yuki's shade of black. Not thinking twice, they lead from the castle. Vertusk sees Yuki, and runs to her, dropping by her and checking her vital signs. He immediately does his thing. Transferring energy, he marks the spots he had already. He learned the trick in Atlantis, it helps bring energy to the whole body, and the body in question allocates it as if it was its own energy, not knowing the difference because of how it shows up. He gets a sigh from her, and he helps her up. "Yuki, honey, talk to me. It seems we have a problem." When she looks clear enough to speak and think and talk, he hands her the note.