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On the western islands of Skyfall, where the great flying city was just a few towers poking over the clouds in the far horizon, were the Jewel Shrine. Here on one of the biggest islands surrounded by pure blue waters was the most defended tower in all of Magic Earth. The Jewel Tower, it was at least ten storeys tall with four wings carved from the same white stone itself is. The wings grow from the back at the top, and curve round and upwards to protect the pyramid-like glass room at the very top. Another pair of feathery-stone wings curved downwards until their points crossover just above the archway that leads inside. At the very entrance are two peacekeepers dressed in heavy pure white robes, layered between pure white plates of metal with patterns adorning every edge. Their weapon of choice - a silver and white polearm with a strand of blue ribbon each. Not so far away, perfecetly in the sight of the peacekeepers came ablack portal that sprouted from the ground like a dark seed, a fountain of dark magic that arched up and into a gateway from Night Glacial.

And from it, stepped a well dressed young man, forgotten by time and allowed free roaming without a single law knowing who he is. Zoltan Maues stepped onto the pure green grass and took a breath, the fresh are was disgusting, pollen moving into his temporary lungs and reminding him why he preferred the form given to him by the Demonaria. Shortly then, followed Dorian, his more than worthy apprentice who has done nothing but stood by his master's side since they joined sides. Zoltan felt pleasure in his veins as he looked before him to find the tower, it was like a marble shard in the ground, soon to have it's light snuffed out like a candle. He only had to give Dorian one glance with a dirty smirk on his face to show how pleased he was. The plan was simple, get in, steal the Crimson Jewel... and kill the syndicate. If they interfered anyway - which he was sure they would.

When he glanced back at the tower's entrance,the two peacekeepers had already swung their weapons into arms as they walked forwards and ordered "What is your business here, dark magi?!". Zoltan chuckles under his own breath and loosely hung her arms in the air as he replied "Why, isn't it against your vows to let prejudice decide your actions? It was only a portal"
"No-one has the right to set foot her, leave or be judged guilty and executed on sight"... oh, well, Zoltan tilted his head and pouted, he then looked to Dorian with puppy dog eyes and sighed as if saddened. "Dorian... apparently we're not allowed in?" he then chuckled again with a huge Cheshire grin.

"Well there's not a back door"

((Dorian can make the first move if he likes ;D This is gonna be fun!))

After giving Dorian the go-ahead, he had the pleasure of watching Dorian take the lead and play with the peacekeepers like a cat's toys. He abrely even ahd to lift his hand as Zoltan watched the dolls rise from the ground, flying ever higher alongside the Jewel Tower, kicking legs and throwing arms, screaming for the land to greet them again. Dorian played and took pride in toying with them, even mentioning the fact they cannot stay up there for ever. "We could walk in too easily" Zoltan chimed before casually adding "i think they're had enough flying for today", dark yellow eyes looking up, sensing the magic cut-off from Dorian's command. And then the yelling and crying peacekeepers got what they want, like little specks of snow in the sky, doing what snow does best - fall.

Zoltan guffawed as he began marching forwards towards the entrance of the shrine, hearing the sudden thud and bone-cracking impacts of the men behind him, one after the after with quick succession. Just before they got to the archway he heard someone yelling from within the silver atrium "What do you think you're doing?!". Upon entering he found himself in a large circular room that towered all the way to the top of the tower, no windows, no rooms, just a spiral staircase made of crystal-like steps with no rail - leading all the way to the top. Then he spotted the Peacekeeper, one of several to be coming down but he was the closest to Zoltan and Dorian. He then yelled "alert the Guildeam!!!".

But that made Zoltan angry, as he sighed and raised a fist to the guard, popping open his fingers as the man went flying across the room, soaring high and colliding into the wall like a pale white brick before falling to the ground in a pile of metal and cloth. Quickly, the few guards coming down began to ascnd back up, the steps at the bottom suddenly vanishing from existence.

"They never make it easy, do they?" Zoltan asked, throwing his fists to his side as burning symbols and circles blasted onto the floor around him, he then raised his fists and let loose a stream of spiralling flames, a Demonaria spell. The fire raised and the pillar grasped a hold of the ceiling, attempting to get through the next archway into the tip of the tower but failing as the Syndicate's protection charms got there first. In a fit of rage he flung his arms back as the symbols and circles turned to ash. Suddenly Zoltan began to finally take note of the wal of the tower, they were liend with statues, and not any statues, marble-white statues consisting of knights, bishops, heavily armoued knights with giant shields and even a statue of an angel with a long halberd. They began to rattle, dust fell from behind them as only a few of the many came to life, some many storeys high, others closer to the ground. Luckily, only several were enchanted to defend, not all of them.

"Uh" Zoltan started.

Dorian was swift and excellent in his execution of quickly eliminating the threat, it would be a thorn in their side if the Guildeam were to get here, of coarse it would be the syndicate who were first, and he despised them the most, just as he did the sovereignty who could be here in seconds if they had the chance. Watching the men falling tot he floors and hit the walls like swatted flies gave him the sadistic pleasure of watching his enemies fail to stop him. Though the stairs were gone however, that wasn't going to stop them. But now the statues were going to try and stop them... stop him... stop that feeling within him from ever being able to complete its plan.

"They always have been" Zoltan replied, scouring over the statues amounting close to them. They were surrounding them, a dozen of them atleast, twice the size of them and holding their weapons up. These statues were trying to strangle them... corrode them, make the feel like small pebbles on their stomping ground. "And now it's time to show them the real meaning of terror" came his sinister voice, in a lower tone than usual and not so boyish as, much like Dorian, Zoltan's skin shrunk and crawled as his muscles and flesh slowly got eaten by bone that replaced much of his body, leaving only some vital muscles in place, like he was some undead horror, but still living, breathing, in a demonic way. As such was the ways of the Demonaria. When his transformation was complete the extra blood leaking from his body, seeping away like a disease - rejected - it formed small bloody ravens that flew high. Zoltan then saw the statues ready, their cold marble wrists were turning and dust was grinding between the joints. "Half each..." Zoltan stated as he stretched his arms out to his side and the bloody birds became ruby daggers, shooting down one of the statues on his side as it cracked and burst into rubble that tumbled to the floor like futile debris.

Another brought up its giant blade, and Zoltan showed no signs of weakness as his right hand grabbed a bone from within his left shoulder and pulled loose a bone-white blade with dark red blood splattering over the statue as their weapons collided. His inhuman strength was hardly tested though, as he stared up with a face of ignorance. He heard the swing of a chain from behind him, and instincts told him to duck or loose his head. He preferred to keep his head, and let the spiky flail fly over his head and into the arm of the statue before him. One knee on the cold dusty ground he raised up his hands and a burst of red light no bigger than the palm of his hands hit the statues attacking him, the whit emarble quickly darkening and turning to a crisp as smouldering hot air began seeping from the growing cracks. Then he covered his face with crossed arms as the two exploded in a flurry of flames.

The last two statues were holding a sword and shield, as well as a spear. Zoltan stood up with his sword firmly in one hand, pin-like red eyes staring at them, analysing them, learning their weaknesses and quickly finding a way to win this quickly before any more guards up top can hinder their plans any further. The spear was pointed down at him suddenly, and he couldn't widen his eyes to show a thought of surprise when it began to march forwards. The syndicate is far too organised he thought, times have changed, Valorius he mused, chuckled behind his bony skull.

And then the spear hit him, the sound of breaking bone and piercing flesh echoed up the tower when he looked down to his chest and sword the shattered bone across hi chest. There was no pain, however, the Demonaria taught him how to ignore pain, and only inflict it. He grabbed the marble spear and yanked the statue closing to him, its heavy feet pulled along the white floor and as the spear moved further through his body his peircing red eyes welcomed the statue before he vilently swung his body round, sending the statue flying into the wall as he pulled the spear from hsi chest. Then the next came at him, and he was quick to use the spear in a lunging attack! But the statue's shield blocked it, giving Zoltan the opening he wanted to swing his body round and slice the statue's leg in a flash of red light. The cracks turned dark and smoke signalled the inevitable dessication that awaited the marble-work protector. Finally Zoltan faced his enemy again and plunged the spear into it's chest, pinning it against the wall before pinning his own blade into it's gut. When it crumbled and burned he was happy to know that this battle was over for him, and sure enough it would be for Dorian too. Next stop, the tip of the tower and the Crimson Jewel.

But looking up, he could tell powerful enchantments were already being renewed, but worse off... the sudden pounding of white light that released from the tip of the tower only meant one thing...

The pyramid tip of the tower was glowing with a brilliant white light like the north star at night, a beam of harmonious light piercing the clouds high above and signalling the jeopardy of the shrine, the invasion of Zoltan and Dorian... sure to prevail. The Black Jewel will make sure of that.

Finishing the last of his enemies and feeling accomplished, he turned to Dorian who seemed to be just as well as he was. Zoltan saw the blood drips falling behind him, they were a deep contrast between the brilliant, yet now dusty pure white marble. Crimson dots staring up and reminding Zoltan that his apprentice was not as powerful as himself yet. But he was wise, knowing that they had to move quickly, or the Crimson jewel would be out of their grasp. The red in Zoltan's eyes then went out, nothing but an abyss of darkness in his empty eye sockets as he said "Then we'll get this over with...", his tone was dark, sinister. It was like a ghost had tapped into his voice and was scraping through, trying to emerge into the mortal realm. Zoltan's skull looked over his shoulder and dark auras emerged from the light of the room and quickly condensed one after the other to make the darkest of blue crystal steps, spiralling up to the top of the tower. He had not wings like Dorian did, but he could make it up the stairs just as quickly.

When he got to the top, after saying not another word to his apprentice he stared up at the sudden stop in the steps, the ceiling was touching them and the hole that would be the entrance was blocked. Zoltan raised a bony hand and with the quiet echoes of the screeching sound being pulled towards them he released his energy into the blocked passage. First, the huge stone barrier shattered into a thousand pieces of rubble, like a ball hitting a glass window. And then it burst open, rubble and debris shooting upwards and into the shrine itself, a bright, white room. As the dust began to settle Zoltan raised up with Dorian following suit behind him. There were only a few more Peacekeepers stationed up here, and they had been knocked out by the blast. Walking out of the dust he looked around at the room, it was lit at all angles, he couldn't judge where the walls or ceiling began, the floor itself was difficult to judge and he made no shadow. It was unnerving, even for him.

Around him, like he was the centre of a clock and the numbers around him were the pedestals that were meant for, and held some of the known Jewels. Unfortunately for the syndicate, only two had been successfully recovered; the Sapphire Jewel, now pointless and without power - and the Crimson Jewel. "Finally" Zoltan said, placing his eyes upon the dark red jewel that was placed neatly on a pillar of white marble. Walking up to it he said "You've been most helpful" to Dorian, his tone was mysterious and almost mocking. Suddenly it was like he was a different person, Zoltan Maues was no longer the man Dorian thought he knew. Then, as if a shadow has quickly swept over Zoltan's body his brillaint cream-white bone turned dull and grey, and his flesh turned dark and close to black as it became tainted with something dark, something sinister. Using his blade, Zoltan sliced the pillar through it's middle, it burst and collapsed to rubble as the Crimson Jewel floated in place, beating like a heart as it called to its brother - floating ever closer to Zoltan. Turning half-way, Zoltan laughed to himself, his voice now much older, more demonic. "It is entertaining to see how stupid mortals like you can be." he then grabbed the jewel in his hand with a sudden rush of power through his body... the soul stone in his chest lit with a dark blue light, his eyes following suit. "And how easily anyone's soul can be manipulated with the simplest of lies" he cackled maniacally to himself once more, grinning, if he could, to Dorian.

This was no longer Zoltan, something else had consumed him from the inside, slowly, but surely. His body had become the vessel for something else that enshrouded his mind with lies, a false sense of living.

It was all entertainment for him, watching the confused become frustrated because they are without the knowledge they thought they had. It was like a cat playing with a toy laser it could never catch, every mortal that fell to deceit was another ounce of pleasure for him him. He fed off of it... he used it... let lies become mystery, and betrayal become terror as the truth that is hidden because all the more frightening. Terror, was his realm, where all the demons of hell feared for their minds and dreaded to become experiments for his countless lies.

He asked exactly who he was, and he replied with "I am Lucifial... Lord of Betrayal, ruler of the realm of terror! And you, have brought this end to your cunning and just-as-stupid master! This soul stone you accepted from the Angel of Death" he tapped the crystal in his chest and chuckled. "It was my passage to this world" the demon lord said, and then the soul stone turned to dust and fell to the floor, leaving behind a charred open hole in Dorian's master's chest. "And soon the Crimson Jewel will serve as my sister's return - the Black Jewel... my brothers"