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 Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2009 5:35 pm
The worm hole opened up into an underground room of sorts. In it was a rectangular table with chairs around it, seven to be exact, each one adorn with different colors of the royalties for the dimensions. There were also basins containing hot coals which held fires for now, adding light and warmth to the room. At the head of a room was an alter of sorts, adorn with dark purples and reds, along with a large throne-like chair. On either side of it clinging to the wall were flags with a large black hand upon it, holding a red setting sun.
When the princes entered, the assassins from before were sitting in the chairs at the table, and Vyvor was leaning against the wall. Azerol closed the worm hole and turned to the group. "My friends, speak of why we have returned here. What was the urgency for our departure from Earth?"
The assassins at the table rose to approach the princes. "Prince Cozen has been gone too long without something happening to him. If you two plan on spending more time together you need to come up with a solution to this problem," one of the assassins said as the others nodded in agreement. "We can help with that, if you would request it," another added.
Azerol looked at Cozen and thought for a moment. He did not know if the boy was enjoying his time from home enough to want to stay away for longer or not, but it was worth asking. "Is this what you would want, my prince? Would you like to stay away from home longer and see what all the other dimensions can offer you?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2009 5:49 pm
Being in the interdimension, Cozen gained back his blue hair. His head was a bit off after the worm hole, but as he looked up a steady set pair of gold eyes looked around the room. "I don't want something to happen to others just for my amusement." His tone matched that of the room, as he wasn't sure what was going on, still. Even with all of the information he had gained, he was still clueless, so he had to step carefully, not wishing for un-neaded deaths to acure.
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Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2009 5:58 pm
"Cozen, the only one that will be affected by any of this will be me. Rest assure I will be fine, but if you want your chance to see outside of your home then please tell me now," Azerol stated as he moved closer to Cozen and held his hands in his own. "I am willing to do this for you if you want it. Just tell me what you most desire and it shall be done."
The assassins looked at one another with much curiosity and surprise. None of this was expected, and they were ready for an immediate answer from the younger prince. But nevertheless they stood by, ready for whatever decision is given out.
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2009 12:30 pm
If Cozen was alone with Azerol, perhaps his emotions would be so hard to hold back. But in the spite of his image, and his fathers he had to be a 'rock' or so it was called. Someone that didn't show much affection, or care for others. He pulled his hands out of Azerols and turned around. It was what he could do to stop the showing of tears swelling. "Else where but home." He said as he took a couple steps forward, finding a door tempted to go inside of it. But he regained his composure and turned back around. "Else where but home, for now." He restated.
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2009 4:01 pm
"And you are seriously going to go through with this?" Vyvor snapped at Azerol, her eyes flashing with anger and hurt. "He doesn't even know what this entails? Maybe you should tell him before he makes his decision."
"He has made his decision," Azerol replied softly, his voice showing much compassion behind it. "It is what he wants, and I will do it for him."
"In front of him?!?"
The dragon closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened them they were glassy, reflecting a soft and innocent blue behind them. His eyes drifted from each of the assassins, who were watching him in silence. "He does not have to watch...." Azerol finally said as his sights returned to Cozen. "He is old enough to make decisions for himself. All I ask is that he does not interfere."
It was then that all the lights within the room dimmed and went out, leaving the group in total darkness. A dark light flicked on from somewhere hidden, making the white assassins light up in the dark, and the lining upon Azerol's clothing glowed. Some scuffling could be heard, along with the ripping and shredding of clothing and skin. The room became hot with the movements of the beings within it, and a thick smell of dragon's blood hung in the air.
When the fires in the corners of the room reignited, the assassins were all standing in a semi-circle around a collapsed figure. The white robes were splattered in dark, almost black blood. A small pool of blood was forming on the ground around the broken man, but his body heaved with deep and uneven breaths. Slowly he moved, pushing himself into a sitting position before slicking back his hair with a bloody hand. His face was streaked in blood and sweat, and a deep claw mark scarred one cheek. But his eyes were the most interesting part of his new look. They were still a soft blue with tints of red within them.
He did not speak, nor did he make eye contact with Cozen. He merely forced his weakened body into a standing position and used his magic to open a worm hole. He stated something to the men behind him, who bowed deeply to him as he turned and stepped into the portal. It disappeared, leaving the assassins, Vyvor, and Cozen.
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2009 5:34 pm
{O.o NO NO NONONO!!! T-T }
Cozen wasn't sure what had happened, but was nocked down when the lights were dimmed. As he regained his ground and turned around Azerol was leaving, bloody as hell. "AZEROL!" He didn't want this to happen, and he went after the man, unfortuently to late. "AZEROL YOU IDIOT!!" Cozen hit the floor, slamming down with his fist. A large rumble acured, along with a loud slam as his closed hand met the ground, creating a small crator. "Damn it..."
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2009 7:16 pm
The assassin stood nearby, watching the young prince curiously as Vyvor sat down in the nearest chair and wiped her wet face. She had been crying, knowing all that had taken place but not having the heart to look upon the bloodied man after the deed was done.
"He will return," one of the assassin stated as he moved away to the table and took his spot at it. He pulled one of his sleeves up to examine the deep dark wound that had been inflicted upon his inner forearm. It ran deep into his light skin and blood had soaked the sleeve that contained it. He cringed at the sight of it, but placed his hand upon the wound and began to mutter something under his breath. The gash slowly closed itself, leaving only a deep scratch where the gaping wound used to be. He sighed and slumped back in his chair to stare at the prince.
The rest of the assassins seemed to be doing a similar thing with their own wounds. Each one slowly took a seat at the table and watched the younger prince. "Come, take a seat at the table with us, and we will tell you all you wish to know," the light skinned man stated as he waved for the boy to come closer to them.
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Posted: Tue Sep 29, 2009 3:46 pm
Cozen watched them, hatred, confusion, sadness, all of it played across his face. He stood up, gathering himself as he did, he took a nod, and then gestered a moment before walking over to Vyvor. "Are you alright, my lady?" He wasn't heartless, nor would he ignore a lady in need.. it was something he was tought in heaven about being a nice or good prince or what ever.
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Posted: Tue Sep 29, 2009 8:50 pm
Vyvor looked up at the prince and wiped her eyes again, "Yeah.....yeah I'm alright......Its just that....." she sniffled and blew her nose before continuing, "he is just so.....so damn stubborn sometimes.....and its hard to watch him be torn down like that....he didn't even fight back, really....." She turned her head away and closed her eyes, trying to regain her complexion again.
When she had, the mage looked back at the prince and nodded towards the table. "You should listen to what they have to say, Prince Cozen. Then you will better understand what is occurring at this point in time."
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Posted: Wed Sep 30, 2009 12:17 pm
Cozen gave a sigh, but turned away from her and headed to the table. He sat by the stranger, but not all the way. He was still tense, and wasn't quite trusting of those he was left with. "Alright, explain if you would." His face was not of consern, like it was with Vyvor, but of a serious look. It was his so called hellion face, the one that meant business and power.
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Posted: Wed Sep 30, 2009 12:44 pm
The man smiled from behind his mask, then reached up and took it off, knowing he could trust the prince. The others, not as quick to trust, followed suit, until all of the assassin's at the table were revealed. The young man beside of Cozen began to speak.
"Look at us, each one of us from a different background, and different dimension altogether. Each one has a varying story as to why we are here and how we got here. We know one another's names, but when we step behind our masks, we become one, and act as one."
"To the outside world we are the Bloody Sunset Brotherhood," one of the men across the table stated. He looked older than the rest, but his features gave him away as a mage of sorts, despite his darker skin and his bright blue eyes. "To us, we are brothers, all united for one purpose and one alone."
"What occurred before you, and all that has occurred and all that will occur is predestined by the One," another stated, his young face peering out from behind his hood. "We all have a purpose in life, and the One tells us what we are to do next. We listen and respect the One who guides our lives, even if our destiny is to die young or to do horrid things to others. We must fulfill our designed plans, or we will be severely punished."
"Our leader," the young man next to Cozen stated, "is in league with the One, and can talk to the One whenever he needs to. Our leader is a great man, and is more of a brother to us all instead of a leader. But he is chosen by the One to carry out the more devious and dangerous plans that are designed. He is the one who is the front of our operations, even if the outside world does not realize it at first."
"He is everywhere, lurking in the shadows," the man next to the mage stated. His vibrant green hair and sharper facial features marked his demonic stature, placing him as a hellion like Cozen. "He has powers greater than those bestowed upon us; powers that help him be anywhere at any time he wants to be."
"What occurred before you just now was part of the One's plan," the hooded man stated. "We all knew what had to be done, and so did our Lord Azerol." He shook his head and smiled, "I am surprised he did not tell you all of this."
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Posted: Wed Sep 30, 2009 12:59 pm
Cozen leaned back, showing some of the same trust they layed out to him. "We haven't had much time to talk..." He leaned forward on to his elbows. "And what the hell was the bloody mess about?" His voice was a bit harsher, but not out of complete rage.
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Posted: Wed Sep 30, 2009 1:19 pm
The men at the table looked at one another, wondering if they should tell him or not. Then the older mage nodded towards the others and stated, "your father had to be convinced that you were taken by a band of rebels from another dimension. The only way to do that was to use our Lord Azerol, all beaten and bloodied up, to present himself to your father and state that you two had been ambushed by this gang."
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Posted: Wed Sep 30, 2009 1:28 pm
Cozens face dropped to horror. What the hell was Azerol thinking? What if my father suspects something? He will be charged! "That can lead him into some major trouble... what happens if my father suspects something, then what?" Cozen wanted to know what was the worse thing that could happen. His face was a little pale, as he was getting a little woosy thinking about what the worse outcome he could think of for Azerol. Death, or maximum prison. Most likely Cozen would be punished as well, as he had agreed to go along with him, and now knows of the plans.
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Posted: Wed Sep 30, 2009 1:37 pm
"Death, most likely knowing your father," the young man beside Cozen stated thoughtfully. "If he is lucky, which he is since he is a royal, he might get off for it, and just be banished from Hell altogether."
"You know that wouldn't stop him from getting to the boy if he wanted to," the mage stated strongly. "Dragons always get what they want. It is just in their blood to fight for what they prize."
"But our Lord Azerol is like a son to Lord Chaos as well, remember that," the hellion beside the mage stated. "He goes to see Lord Chaos all the time, even before he started communicating with Prince Cozen. I used to see him roaming the halls when I was younger, dressed in his colorful clothes and long cloaks."
"It matters not how close our Lord Azerol is to Lord Chaos," the young man stated again. "Prince Cozen is his only heir to the throne, so anything that could potentially harm him would result in death from the Hellion Lord himself. And no questions would be asked. Period."
"Oh stop it, you guys....honestly you all worry too much," a voice from the door stated. There in the doorway leaned Azerol, dressed now in new clothes that color coordinated with his bright blue-purple eyes. His smile was warm and he rested casually in the doorway, as if he had been listening for a while.
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