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The city's lights were dim. The name of this town was Velden nez Stahde. Since the colonization effort, they had done a significant deal of re-building of the town's infrastructure and they had fought eagerly for their protection. Ironically, as the war raged on in the Western continent, the continent of Essfraxon had been thriving, Aramil isolating itself and focusing on the growth of its colonies. This place, one that had been abandoned just a year ago, was an example of the growth resonating throughout Aramil: now people lined the streets, with market stalls and vendors and music playing from the center of town.

Did it make him happy to know that? Honestly, not really. Aramil would be a staunch rival once Valle was a Kingdom of its own. Still, until they too had joined the fray, he had found that their cities and towns were suitable destinations for expeditions, military training, and any getaway that didn't involve freezing out in Nocturne's wastes. "This place is kind of shabby, isn't it?" He asked with a small grin, his arm wrapping around Ambrosius' shoulder. "Ironically though, you can often find the best hotels in cities that have gone to complete bloody rubble. They just love their tourism money." As for where he'd find a nice hotel, he imagined the place with the best view - beachfront or something along those lines. Most of Kevai's settlements were on the coast, and the climate here was warm and forgiving. It was a land with a great deal of potential.

"Before we find a place to rest ourselves, why don't you answer me a question? You said we should catch up, but honestly... don't you think there's an area of information that we're lacking in? Who are you, what are you, how did you get here - all of that." He knew next to nothing about the man, and in contrast, Ambrose knew nothing about him either. "Do you have any family? Friends? You didn't go to anyone for solace when you couldn't find me?" Adriel's own family was unfortunately disassembled, so he would understand if it was a similar story. Nocturne was called the Nation of Orphans by many outsiders, and for a good reason. Bloodthirsty cunts didn't tend to have maternal, or paternal, instinct. "There will be times where I won't be able to be there for you, with you, or in the presence of you. It would relieve me to know you had some sort of distractions. Don't want you dawdling over me for too long - you'll go crazy." He almost laughed. He was a man of elusive nature. It would be difficult for Ambrosius to always keep up with him, no matter how strongly either of them were bonded.

Perhaps surprisingly to Ambrosius, he was not reluctant to comply with his request. He wasn't someone who reveled in his discomfort or something like that; serving Adriel meant having, in return, his compassion. At least relatively speaking. "Fine. I'll tell you a little about me as we walk to a hotel." He paused for a moment, thinking where to begin. He supposed all he would need to do was summarize, and skip the boring details.

'I'm in my early thirties. People of my race don't age, so I'm actually considered exceptionally young for a Diabolos. My father and mother were both Diabolii, rather than a demon raping my mother in an alleyway or something like that. I was born in Valle, back when it was under Yuran's control. During the Human Prerogative, they racially cleansed the city and killed all of the 'unholy' inhabitants. As such, my mother and father were slain in combat while I fled north. Ever since then, I've been on my own. I enlisted with the military at the age of sixteen. Honestly, though," he paused for a moment - paused walking, paused all of his actions save for staring out onto the horizon. "I haven't really had anyone to go to in all these years. I've always found the people of Nocturne unpleasant, and difficult to make friendships with. If you recall when I first met you, I was unusually more crass and depraved. That's the exterior I present; it's how you need to act in Luimira. But, honestly . . ." The man sighed. "I couldn't give a damn about all the people there who think they're so unusually special just because of their immortal nature or whatever they have going for them. I prefer . . . humility." Which was ironic since he practically worshiped himself, but he usually didn't force the same standard upon his own rationale that he did others. In his mind, he was far beyond the average person, so he was exempt from such criticism.

"I think your humility is what drew me to you at first. And your willingness, your admiration, obedience. It feels good to be given such credence. Loyalty doesn't exist elsewhere in Nocturne. You are one of the few people I trust." He had spent a lot of time talking as they walked through the cobblestone path. He merely wanted to let Ambrosius know the sort of experiences he'd had; the reason he acted the way he did, and thought the way he did. Perhaps it was him justifying himself for treating the Knight before him as an object to be acted upon. 'Nocturne did this to me', he could almost hear himself saying. But that wasn't all it. There was an impure purity about Ambrosius that he felt comfortable around. His compliance provoked . . . honesty, while his inner thoughts and wants - which were plain for Adriel to see - provoked action, and need.

By the time he was done speaking, they had found a hotel. The Diabolos dropped a bag of coins on the desk, then rushed his Knight upstairs and to the room they were given. Most of the rooms were free, of course, as this town likely wasn't as popular a destination as most. But the rooms themselves did not reflect that; they had quality, and ornate richness. Luxury.

Their room was burgundy in color, with a silk bed. "Reminds me of our first bed." The man grinned. The coloring was similar, and the fabric was the same, though admittedly a bit more shabby than the one in Lumina Mira. "Answer my request - tell me a little about you. Then, please me." He brought himself to the edge of the bed, and began to remove his shirt, revealing his developed muscles and his altogether large frame. His amber eyes rested upon the vision of Ambrose's body. He waited in silence.