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Post by jowan on Aug 10, 2011 15:07:10 GMT -1
Jowan ignored the drink and reached for the book, cursing more under his breath. As his fingers touched the cover he froze for a second, then picked it up carefully as though it would disintigrate at the slightest disturbance. He slowly flicked through the pages, remaining expressionless. "I've never seen anything like this....it's powerful, too powerful...What are you planning on doing with it?" He traced the image of a spell detailed on a page with the tip of his finger then looked int he direction of the devil.
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Post by sabriel on Aug 10, 2011 21:50:21 GMT -1
Sabriel nodded lightly biting on the tip of the tonge as she turned her gaze towards her uncle showing little emotion to what had just occoured except the smallest hint of a frown from her stretched lips. "What shall we do? And more importantly what was taken?" She knew even at her young age that the vault contained powerful artifacts and devices that shouldn't be given to the wrong person. Tracing her pale hand across her sword she casually swiped back her black hair. She always had a nack for being able to stay calm under bad circumstances, her brain was already streaming with different possibilities of what to do next. What would be the most appropriate, though she knew where she stood, who she was with. Her eyes traced the blood stained carpet of the library, in such a short ammount of time the sanctuary, temple like place for all literature had been toppled into a grave for lost lives.
Sabriel would have offered to bring back one of the dead before they crossed over to hell or the like, but not everyone would be pleased with her power and she learnt to keep her tongue still about it. If it was needed Cy' would tell her.
Instead of waiting like a goon for her instructions, Sabriel walked over to the nearest table taking a pen to some paper drawing out a few circles and enchants. Simple spells to protect, but it was better than not doing anything, despite her seeming busy she listend intently for what to do.
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Post by Brett on Aug 11, 2011 8:14:09 GMT -1
"The spellbook of Leona A'vron," he said, not looking at Sabriel as he stepped outside to watch the shadows Corinthius summoned descend upon Dragos Midnight. "From when she was still possessed by a fragment of Baelze."
Meanwhile a lone initiate was running, panting along the winding cliff side path toward Dragos Manor, now pursued by several of the shadows that were setting themselves on the highly trained inquisitors of Dragos Midnight. The young man, apparently barely out of his youth tripped on the path and fell forward, raising an arm to shield himself as the shadows went to assault him. But nothing happened, as he opened one eye there were screams of agony and the shadows burst into nothingness throughout the Midnight Realm.
The young man raised his eyes and widened them with a faint gasp of awe, "Holy fuck! You're-"
"Yes. I am."
The figure disappeared in a small burst of violet flames, then reappeared in the same manner walking into the entrance of Dragos Manor. Isaan was dressed in all black with gold bordering to his attire that gave it a regal appearance, along with the long flowing black coat that went with it that had the Underworld's crescent moon crest emblazoned upon the back in silver and hid a single black a single katana so that only the black and purple wrapped handle stuck out of it.
"Father," Cyarno bowed respectfully to him. "You didn't need to come here."
"On the contrary," Isaan gave his son a level gaze, his eyes over the years had become quite intimidating. "This is my realm and Corinthius is my charge."
Cyarno twitched a little but nodded without argument. His father had been the one to bring Corinthius into the fold, then he had given Corinthius ascension and so all of the traitor's actions reflected upon the God of Chaos, weakening his position. The notion that the ruler of the Underworld cannot control a single low-caste devil was a source of much amusement for those in the Underworld who thought of themselves as 'nobles' and desired to see their houses become prominent again.
"That book must be retrieved. Corinthius must be captured, Cyarno."
"Captured?! He's a damn traitor!"
"He is trying to force my hand into doing what he believes is necessary. He is doing what he believes right for existence, the fact he is breaking laws is neither here nor there."
"What?" Cyarno looked outraged. "The laws are there for a reason. He cannot just break them at his whim."
There was a rumble of thunder outside as Isaan suddenly gave off an intimidating aura and his voice echoed to a degree, "Do not question me boy!"
Cyarno visibly cringed and stood down with his arguments, bowing his head and giving a nod that he understood his orders, if his father believed this was the right course then he was sure it must be - it just didn't sit well with him letting Corinthius get away with his law breaking.
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Post by corinthius on Aug 11, 2011 13:50:00 GMT -1
"Why, Jowan, I'm not going to do anything with it. You, on the other hand, are going to study every page of that book. Find me a spell, the most powerful in there, and you're going to learn how to cast it. You're going to be a hero, Jowan."
Corinthius paused, eyeing Jowan with a blank expression on his face, not betraying any hint of emotion. He wanted to see how Jowan would react. He sat back in his chair and slowly sipped some of his rum. He carefully placed the glass down again and walked towards the elevator which would take him to his private quarters. He stopped just before it and turned back to face Jowan, a smile now dancing on his lips.
"You're going to erradicate the Daemons."
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Post by jowan on Aug 11, 2011 18:34:11 GMT -1
Jowan stared at him blankly, not with surprise but flat out disbelief. "It's impossible. To do it with a single spell anyway, even with more it would be incredibly unlikely. The energy required would be ridiculous. And why me? Far stronger and more skilled beings exist in the universe and not even they would try."
He fell silent for a long minute, gazing down at the book and again tracing patterns along it's pages. He mouthed a few of the words silently before closing the book gently and holding it to his chest. Though Corinthius had likely left by now, he said quietly "But if there is one, i'll find it..."
He turned and left the bridge, making his way through the nearly empty ship to his personal quarters. The power in the book worried him, but his thirst for knowledge demanded that he read it.
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Post by sabriel on Aug 11, 2011 20:25:28 GMT -1
Sabriel's pale face lit up as she locked eyes upon her Grandfather, yet instead of running up and hugging him like someone her age would naturally do, she straightend her posture hiding her grubby inked hands behind her back appearing as if she herself had been freshly run under an iron.
As the events unfolded between her uncle and Grandfather, Sabriel watched with respectful silence until the conversation had ceased. Bowing slightly with both hands still behind her back clutching her protection enchants, Sabriel looked towards the man she herself admired more than a simple family member. "Grandfath-.. Sir.. How should we go about capturing the man? He was able to come in here with no problem, and it's obvious he's thought through this raid for sometime..." Her voice was steady and calculated as it had always been. "I will lend my aid as best I can in my mothers stead."
Straightening up Sabriel waited knowing not to step out of line, she always wanted to perform to her best ability infront of her Grandfather. The idea of letting him down set her slightly on edge, her hands tightening around the enchants in her hands, though she wouldn't show it.
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Post by Brett on Aug 13, 2011 11:26:51 GMT -1
Isaan noticed the immediate change in his granddaughter's demeanour and fixed her with his gaze when she addressed him, those glowing purple eyes of his filled with countless ages of experience and hardening to the world around him. It was a look he and Cyarno shared, though Cyarno was considerably younger he had seen of the universe what an immortal a hundred times his age would have. It left a lasting effect on them, especially in the eyes.
"Corinthius is a master of falling off the radar." he said, "But I did not say you had to hunt him, I will tell you where he makes landfall each time he does."
"And if he doesn't make landfall?"
"Then I will tell you where his ship is."
Cyarno gave a curt nod of approval at this, glad his father was not going to take a back seat to help protect Corinthius, even if he had given strict orders not to kill the man. All the same, Cyarno knew that in the heat of battle, a blow could accidentally become fatal. Isaan seemed to pick up on this line of thought.
"If Corinthius dies, I will punish the one who killed him severely. Should it comes to that, then I will deal the death blow. It is my right."
There was a moment where Cyarno froze, realizing his father had heard his thoughts as clear as if he had spoken them. He nodded his understanding.
"I understand, father."
"Good."
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Post by sabriel on Aug 15, 2011 17:03:00 GMT -1
Sabriel continued to watch her Grandfather and Uncle with a slight pang in her chest. She didn't feel ready for this but she couldn't rely on her mother. Looking between the two Sabriel finally spoke up once more keeping her thoughts to herself, even if it was becomming increasingly clear that the young woman was doubting herself. "What are your orders Sir?" Her voice wavered with doubt causing her pale cheeks to turn a pastel shade of pink, her eyes widening to the shock of her own voice. She rarely sounded so unsure of herself. Sinking back Sabriel looked away to the many books as a way of hiding her own gaze, still listening as always. She'd never been on something like this, a mission where the one she had to help catch far out numbered her powers. It was, for the first time scary.
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