NationStates Jolt Archive

“Funny, Denise, funny.” said Remy. “I bet he will crap his pants, if I land his bird on his lawn.”

"Yeah. Don't, though. It'll be rude." Denise said sarcastically, as they finally reached a library.

“It would be funny.” said Remy as he land the helicopter on a flat piece of lawn near the library. “I don’t think I should leave the copter on the side of the road, Edward would kill me. So, I will stay with it.”

"Let's go in." She urged, opening the large metal doors, to reveal a relatively small row of books and an old computer in the corner, an aging librarian with wispy grey hair ready a copy of Dancing with Gnomes in her shrivelled, veiny hands.

Remy did not want to get out of the copter. He hopped out. “I will stay here.” he said. “Anybody could try to steal this thing.” He relaxed back on the copter.

"Please." She chuckled, going into the library, before coming ack out a few minutes later, a sheet printed out. "Delidrias, the City of Kazhaaruun, Eidros Street, House 68." Densie said sweetly, putting her seatbelt on.

“Okay.” said Remy, powering the copter back up. He shot into the air and laughed as some young ladies dresses blew up. That is what you would call a full moon.” He head towards Kazhaaruun. “But I like your butt more.”

"The hell are you talking about?" Denise asked incredulously.

"Nothing, nothing, nothing." said Remy, flying the helicopter.

"Okay." Denise said, nodding her head to an unheard music.

"You want to go back to your manor after this is over." asked Remy.

"Oh, sure." Denise nodded. "What do you want to do?" She asked.

From Ashili's castle, Viraranaar nodded appreciatively, as two silver rooks and a bishop laid by his pile as trophies, while on Authaulus' end he had killed off all of the priest's pawns. Moving his knight to another position, he nodded.

"What about the war in Jagada? I heard my cousin is fighting there. The Patriarch of Blood." He said, in admiration.

"I hate your cousin. He looks like a rapist." Viraranaar complained.

“What we could not do early.” said Remy. “But I like it in bed over a plane’s floor.”

"No sex until honeymoon." Denise said mechanically. "We only had that fun time once. Let's save it."

"Don't talk bad of him. Do not be jealous of my cousin." Authaulus said.

"What am I to be jealous of? Mauling slaves?" Viraranaar asked incredulously.

“Not fair.” said Remy. “Well, we will head back to Ashili‘s castle after this. We need to plan the wedding before the honeymoon.”

"So? Planning doesn't mean we're going to screw like rabbits." Denise said, when they finally reached the address.

“Well….” said Remy. “Looks like we are here. I will do a fly over.” He flew the helicopter over the building looking for a landing spot.

“Well….” said Remy. “Looks like we are here. I will do a fly over.” He flew the helicopter over the buildings looking for a landing spot.

"Just land on his driveway." Denise pointed to the house's empty driveway.

“Oh…” said Remy. He touched down in the empty drive way and shut everything off. He hopped out and looked at the man’s home before helping Denise out.

It was a small house, with little statues of dwarves outside, the door with storm net, the garage tilted. Knocking on the storm door, Denise waited as groggy man replied.

"Coming!" He said, opening the door. He was a plump man with a balding head, a scrumpy beard on his face, his eyes tired and exhausted. He was surprised by the ravishing woman standing at his doorway, and he immediately tried to sound dainty and warm.

"Hello, Ma'am." He said pleasently. "What can I do?"

Remy walked up behind Denise with his hood on and white gloves. He smiled at the man, part of his fangs were shown. “Do you know this woman?” he asked the man.

"Absolutely not." He said quickly.

“Well…hang on.” said Remy. He whisper something in her ear. “Tell him your name, Denise. I want to see his face.”

"I'm your wife!" Denise cheered out in happiness as he had a look of contempt surprise on his face. "But I need you to sign this." She said, holding out a divorce sheet and a pen.

The man squinted slightly. "Denise? Is that you?" His mouth broke into a wide grin. "My goodness, you've...you've...you haven't changed a bit! Wow!" He said, looking at her. "You certainly a pretty girl. How'd you end up my wife?" He asked.

"College." She said in a strong, final tone.

"Ah, okay." The man nodded. "I'd be happy to sign this for you." He said, signing it quickly, giving the paper back to her. "We should catch up sometime."

"We should." Denise looked at her sheet. "Doug." She remembered him. "Doug!" She gave him a heartfelt hug. "Doug, why are you in this house?" She looked around.

"Things happened, so I had no more money left, and this is what I can afford." He said sadly.

"You can come over to my house." Denise said, taking the sheet back. "This is my fiance, Remy." She pointed to Remy.

Doug reached out his hand. "Nice to meet ya."

“Nice to meet you, too.” said Remy shaking his hand. But something was strange about the handshake. It was like something was in Remy’s hand. There was something in his hand, a roll of Jenrakian dollars. “That should help you get back on your feet, Mr. Doug.” he said. It would because it was five grand.

“Stop by the manor, if you want. Play some cards with me.”

"Will do." Doug said, looking at the wad in his hand. "And thanks. Look forward to meeting up with you guys!" He said, nodding, as he closed the storm door behind him.

"Well, Doug hasn't changed at all." Denise said positively.

“Well, back in the air we go.” said Remy, kissing her neck before heading towards the helicopter.

"I'm starting to hate the air. Let's just walk to Necromarnen." She suggested to the looming castle past the hills.

“Everybody is at Ashili’s castle.” said Remy. “And that is long walk.” He watched from the copter at her.

OOC: Uh... woh. 19 pages since I left... we'll see if I get around to reading them.

"I'm talking about Necromarnen." She said, pointing to the large silvery castle. "They can enjoy their stay at Ashili's castle."

"Very nice." Authaulus said to Viraranaar's remark, placing his rook down firmly, as Viraranaar's forces began to sway towards the right, his Queen killed in the heat of action.

"Sometimes a neccesarry sacrifice is at hand." Viraranaar replied, moving his bishop to perform a nasty triangle around Authaulus' King. Despite the fact that Authaulus had only lost four units, and Viraranaar had nearly everything but his king and a pair of bishops decimated, the priest won.

"Conserving your units is useless if you would not expend them to victory." He said, getting up.

“And everybody is at Ashili’s castle to help us plan.” said Remy. “The only thing at Necromarnen is those damn Sadist maniacs. They make vampires look like normal people.”

"I like surprises. Besides, I'm friends with Rashkta, so the Sadicistra won't be a problem." Denise said reassuringly.

“Well, go to Necromarnen without me.” said Remy, hopping into the helicopter. “I’m heading back to Ashili’s castle because I want to plan our wedding.”

"Okay. I'll hang out with Doug." Denise said, turning back to small shoddy house.

“Okay. When your uncle ask me, where you are.” said Remy. “I will tell him that you want to hang out with your former husband over me. I bet be mad because you don’t want to plan the wedding.” He sat there and watched her.

"How would you know my uncle's reaction? You've barely met him!" Denise said, scoffing.

“I can just tell it, Denise.” said Remy. “You are his only blood kin, that I know of. So, what would you do in his position?”

"I'm not in his position, so I don't care." Denise said defiantly.

The fire burned in Remy’s eyes as Denise said that. He was raised to care about family and to care what a family member would act. This only made Remy madder. A side that not that many people was about to come out. His hypnotic charm went on overdrive because of his anger. “Denise, copter.” he said in a clam tone. Then it change and did a 180. It had anger tone in his voice.

“Now!”

"Okay, Dad, I'm sorry." She said, her eyes glazing over, her fear reminiscient, her fingers tapping lightly on her clothews, sweat pouring down delicately on her fair complexion.

Remy looked at her. So, Grandfather was right. Nahk was controlling her. he said to himself.

"So, where are we going?" She said, her breathing uneasy in her fear.

“Ashili’s castle.” said Remy. With Denise in the helicopter, Remy was calming down. He powered everything up and took off into the sky. He spun around and heads towards Ashili’s. His hypnotic charm powered down, too. And Denise would be like Vira went he was under Remy’s control. She would not know what happened.

“Yo, Denise, you awake back there” asked Remy.

"I'm here." Denise, still under slight effects from a trance, her mind light headed. "I love ya, Remy." She said, her head leaning on his shoulder.

“Same here, Denise.” said Remy. “You almost scared me for a second. You just passed out and I did not know what was wrong.”

“So, I put you into the back and took of towards Ashili’s castle. Good thing you are okay.”

"Okay." She said, chuckling playfully. "Hold me." She said, hooking her arms around him, as if she was drunk.

“I’m trying to fly here.” said Remy. “Don’t want to kill both of us.”

"So sorry." She said, sitting up straight again, looking out the cockpit, her face monotone, her stance professional, but her demeanour childish.

From the helicopter, Saerus emerged, the sweat wiped from his hair, his face calm and his staunch stature normal. "Let's get to the planning, shall we?" He asked to Selene.

Remy continued flying the helicopter.

Selene walked up behind him and kissed his neck. “Can’t plan until the love birds get back.” said Sal, who was sitting in the hanger.

Ashili's cleavage was showing when she exited her room, her hair slightly frazzled. Buttoning up her shirt, she sighed heavenly. "I feel much better." She said, grinnning slightly as she walked down the large spiral stairs.

"Saerus had exited the building and finally went into the Hangar, as Authaulus sat there, his defeated pieces still on the board, his mind in thought as he tried to figure out how Viraranaar had defeated him.

“You’re not joking.” said Edward, buttoning up his shirt. “I do feel better.” He grabs her butt and spins her around. His lips locked with Ashili’s lips.

Ashili giggled coyly, her tongue swimming in his mouth, her fingers on his shoulder delicately.

Authaulus still sat in the Hangar, wondering how he lost against the priest.

Edward pulled back. “Okay. Lets go see, if the love birds are back.” he said.

Sal walked over to Authaulus. “Trying to figure how you lost?” he asked.

"Precisely. I'm not sure how this happened. I've been conducting successful theatres of war for all my life, and I lost to a sardonic priest." Authaulus complained.

“Well, hope you can figure it out.” said Sal, he started heading out of the castle. “But let it be the only thing that you think about for now on.”

"Hmm?" Authaulus asked, not paying attention.

The two love birds arrived back at the castle. The helicopter kicked up sand into the hanger as it enters. Remy did not care that he just through some sand on some crewmen and servants. He touched the copter down and started to turn everything down. “Okay, lets go find our wedding planners.” said Remy, hopping out of the cockpit.

"Okay." Denise said, following him.

Remy placed his left arm around her waist as they walked. They walked back one room that’s door was closed, heard some moaning and some woman calling out Sal’s name. “He's worst then me.” said Remy out loud. “I’m the Cajun playboy and he's the Spanish playboy.”

"Huh?" Denise said, wondering on what he had said.

"Nothing." said Remy. "Sal just having some fun in that room back there."

"Okay." Denise said, shrugging her shoulders.

Remy got tried of looking for Ashili and the others. He stopped a servant. “Where is Ashili at?” he asked.

"Aeray Ashili uersoon ack." The Servant said, nodding, as Denise had a thoughtful look.

"Okay, let's go." She said.

Remy followed after her. “I’m going to have to learn your language.” he said.

"You won't be able to." Denise said. "All Non-Jenrakians are not allowed to learn the tongues of Tsellian."

“That just dumb.” said Remy. “Well, I want teach you the Cajun language then.” His voice was playful sounding.

"Uh, no thanks." She said, her voice doubtful.

“Hey!” said Remy. “Don’t be rude. Did I say that about your language?”

"No, you said That's just dumb." She duly noted.

“I said that because what you said. All Non-Jenrakians are not allowed to learn the tongues of Tsellian.” said Remy, stating his case.

Denise only lifted her left eyebrow. "That's not helping your case at all, Remy."

“Damn you and your ways.” said Remy. Then he feels somebody place their hands on his shoulder. Remy was not paying attention to his surrounding and was only focused on being anger at Denise. He hope it was not somebody that would harm them. He looked back and saw…the Count. He was in the middle of both of them, with hands on both of Remy’s and Denise’s shoulder.

“So…having a fight over something dumb?” he asked.

"Of course." Denise said, rolling her eyes defiantly. "That reminds me, I have to talk to somebody." She said, walking in the opposite direction.

Remy watched her until she was out of his view. He and the Count continued walking down the hallway. “Grandfather, you were right about Nahk.” said Remy. “I got anger early and my power went into overdrive. She called me Dad.”

“Ah…I see.” said the Count.

“I don’t know what to do.” said Remy. “I love her but she was not raise the same as I was.” He told him what she did early about not caring what her unlce would do because she was not in his place.

“It is called life.” said the Count. “You will have to deal with her behavior.”

“Yes, Grandfather.” said Remy.

“And you can always talk with her uncle again about it.” adds the Count.

Aulocos sat in a small chair, talking to Rashkta very well, her eyes captivated in thought. She had come back from the Wars in the Jagada mainland, where the Patriarch was waging his Holy War against the remnants of the Jagadians. His voice a strong fervour, her smooth hands ohlding his gloved fingers, she only nodded slightly.

"If he tries, then there's no possibility he would succeed." Aulocos told Rashkta assuringly.

"But the man is extremely resourceful, and Adelena could be on his side." She said, with a worried thought, her eyes wide in fear.

"Do you not trust your own men, Rashkta? Do you not have faith in the Sadicistra as you do in Enkur?" He asked her, a soft tone in her voice.

Rashkta saw Denise approach the large room in which they were stationed. "We'll talk about this later." Rashkta said, getting up and walking out of the room, her sharp teeth stained with blood, her fingers showing dried blood wit a flickering dazzle of faint darkness.

"Ah, Denise, my dear." Aulocos said, his voice normal as usual, though a heavy stress was evidently heard. "What brings you here?"

"Remy's not right for me." She said, her mind in heartfelt doubt. "We share different things, our minds are not one, and our hearts are separate." Aulocos only nodded.

"Gvie the man a chance. He loves you, Denise. I didn't want to tell you this, but do you know where he recieved the ring he was to give to you?" Aulocos asked, standing up at the rays of sunlight passing through.

"No, I do not." She said, her head looking at her uncle's back.

"From the mines of Ezklason-Zagos." He said, with a final rebuttal, as Denise gasped in wonder, a surprise.

"The mines...?" She trailed off, her wonder awe inspiring.

"Of course. The mines of Ezklason-Zagos themselves. He did that for you, Denise. Surely your love for him is a small price to pay for his love for you? A change in your attitude can be properly placed." Aulocos said.

"Of course, I never knew what he was willing to do." She said, her head hung in disgrace, as she walked off.

As Denise was out of sight, Aulocos sat down. Talking loudly, Aulocos sighed. "Remy, I know you can hear me. Come at once, I have to talk to you." He ordered.

Remy stopped as he heard Aulocos’ voice in his head. The Count look over at him. “Denise’s uncle calling me.” he said out loud. Don’t know how he is calling me but I need to meet with him. Later, Grandfather.” He took over heading towards Aulocos.

“Later, Remy.” said the Count as he walked on.

After finding Aulocos, he walked into the room. “You called for me, sir?” asked Remy, bowing his head to the man. It was like Aulocos held more power over him. “This is about Denise, right?”

"Are you familiar with the Mines of Ezklason-Zagos?" Aulocos asked him, his eerie porcelain mask covering his grotesque face.

“Nope.” said Remy, taking a seat in front of him. “I’m a Non-Jenrakian.”

"But Sandurians and the Rith, not to mention the Hsacs. They all now of it. The one manned ring of Karbulia, hidden in the mines of Ezklason-Zagos." Getting, he walked to the birght sunlight once more, the rays strengthening and invigorating him.

"Tell me, and tell me truthfully. Will you stay with my niece, my brother's daughter, even when she grows old, even when she dies, when her heart is nothing but a feast for worms. Will you have the tenacity and the love for her to stay as true to her as the day you met her?" Aulocos asked, walking over to a small box, opening it, as only three small vials of a thick red liquid and a small wooden box laid inside.

"Tell me the truth. Would you be prepared to love her forever?" Aulocos asked, waiting the response.

“Do you have to ask me that?” said Remy, who stood up and watched him. “What I did for you was because of my love for her. I didn’t not want her only bloodkin to die.”

I will love for until she becomes nothing was ashes. After Denise is gone, I don’t if I will marry anybody else.” he said.

He walked over to him. “My love for her will be forever.” he said, looking into the box.

Aulocos nodded. Taking out a small vial, he placed one of the vials on the table. "That is a drop of Enkur's blood. Put it in one of her drinks. She will taste divinity, and forever be as she was to taste it. If you give Denise this drop of blood, you will never bear the grief of having her die or rot away. She will stay as she is now, forever."

Taking out the small wooden box, closing the chest with only two vials left, Aulocos opened the box, revealing a shining, purifying, beautiful ring, as glittering as sands of gold, as great and vibrant as the glass lighthouses of the shoreline. It seemed to be reflecting a divine essence, sparkling with an amazing gleam.

"The Ring of Herrissian Karbulia, the ring of Ezklason-Zagos. It's priceless, been in the Territurari caste for generations. As Nahk is dead, by accord the next male guardian provides the dowry. As such, my dowry is the Everlasting ring." He place dthe ring delicately on the dresser for Remy. "And everlasting love." He placed the small vial of Enkur's blood beside the ring.

"Now, I am quite busy." Aulocos said, walking off and taking the chest into another room, dissappearing from sight.

Remy did not say anything to Aulocos because he could not. Aulocos was gone before he could say anything to him. A thank you or anything. Remy just looked at the vial and ring. Aulocos will be pay back for all of this. Not with money, if he does not want it. Maybe I will help him out with other things. he said to himself.

He placed the ring and vial in his pocket before walking out the room.

Aulocos bent down on his knees on a small rug, the tapestry flinging about as the wind billowed in sand, the sunlight twinkling deftly as the door was heavily locked. "Asdra Kaazhruun." He said softly, murmuring a hymn from the fable black book.

It was his prayer time, and he quietly murmured his religious vows.

Now, with out know where Ashili and the others were. Remy walked around the castle unknown where he was heading.

Denise was walking from her daily time of reflection, looking for Remy herself, as she crossed the many twisting halls and the binding curtains. "Remy?" She called out to the echoing emptiness.

Remy walked around a corner and heard Denise’s voice. Her angel voice entered his ears. “Denise!” called out Remy. “Where are you?”

"Remy." She said, turning the corner to find him, as she sighed gratefully, running towards him with open arms.

“I’m lost.” said Remy, wrapping his arms around her. “Sorry about early, too. My anger gets the best of me sometimes.”

"It's okay." She said softly, kissing him. "I was a little unbearable." She chuckled slightly.

“Oh…” said Remy, kissing her back. “Now, how do we get out of here?”

"Of course." She smiled, her hands in his.

"Lead the way." said Remy.

"Where do you want to go?" She asked, her mood fairly nihilistic, but still quite cheery.

"To find Ashili." said Remy. "We need to plan."

"Of course." Denise agreed.

Still in the hangar, thinking carefully, Authaulus sighed, looking at the Chess board adamantly with a cold stare behind his stone-hard face. "How?" He pondered loudly, still recreating the loss.

“Where was she at early?” asked Remy.

"I'm afraid I don't understand." Denise said softly.

“We asked a maid early.” said Remy. “I have no idea what she said.”

"Oh, well I think the living room." Denise said, her hands holding to Remy's in affection.

“Ah…” said Remy looking around. “Now, which way is that?” All of the hallways looked the same to him.

She led him, on, her eyes darting around, her face a beautiful, short smile, her lips red with a vibrant sparkle, as she reached the elaborate and vsat living room of marble. Etched into the room were statues of large, powerful beings, and writhing figures in ominous cloaks, their stature in stone. The windows shone with a soft light from outside, the wind blowing in sand from the perched balcony that was laid with marble. In the large living room a comfortable red couch laid, a glass coffee table shown as clear as the blue skies outside.

A long fern hung from the corner of room, atop a statue like a crown of leaves, the fingers of the status boldly reached out to the stars, the window at the top a glistening skylight to the bold heavens. Sitting there, bathed the sunlight, Ashili was alone, a pen in her right hand, scrawling on the paper in her left, her writing frantic. She seemed like an angel, her hair red and lusciously a bloody colour, as dark and as deep in magenta as her lips. Her skin was a soft creamy colour, her eyes twinkling on the paper as her lithe body was covered by a bright blue shirt.

She didn't have any pants on, and her panties, a smooth green, shone through the myriad robes she had adorned, her breathing a soft pattern.

Remy ignore Ashili as she sunbathed in the window. He saw her as his aunt. She could be sitting there in nothing and Remy would not care He would not feel anything about Ashili, only the love for an aunt.

“Aunt, do you want to plan the wedding?” asked Remy, hoping he did not scare her and spook her.

"I'm planning it right now." Ashili said, not looking up, as she scribbled down unreadable words onto the paper.

“So, can you tell us about it?” asked Remy. His mind was filled with many things. He had no idea what Ashili is planning.

"I'm at the Guest List. So far I have a fair number of people. Do you want anybody added, Remy?" She said, lifting her head, looking at him.

That is when the Count walked through. “Her grandmother, his mother and father and his sister are coming.” he said as he walked through. He had a bottle of JD in his right hand, it was half blood and half JD.

“That will work.” said Remy.

Ashili scribbled it down hastily. "All right, that's okay with with me. Denise, how do you feel about General Mareclius to come?" Ashili asked, as Denise shrugged.

"Alright." She said blindly. "I'm thirsty. I'm getting a drink." Denise said. "Remy, want to come with me?" She pulled coyly.

“Sounds good.” said Remy. “Grandfather, no wait.” Edward walked into the room this time. “Edward, make sure your wife does not plan anything crazy.” he said.

Denise walked, pulling on Remy's army along her way. "You want something to drink?" She asked when they entered the kitchen, with massive wooden walls on all four ends, a large ominous their only entrance and exit. As she began to take out sprites and wine, she began to masterfully mix them together, shaking and stirring, smelling them as she poured them to a nice froth at a 45 degree angle.

"I'll be back." She said, getting to the large pantry, leaving her glass of wine on the table.

Remy poured him some wine before she left the room. She disappeared into the pantry, it was the time for Remy to act. He pulled the vial out and one drop of the blood drop into Denise’s mixed drink. He mixed it by shaking it. He started drinking his wine.

Denise came out with a small green bottle, and poured the foaming contents onto her wine, before kissing Remy slightly, and then drinking it. She finished it quickly, but violently coughed, her hand on her chest in relief, trying to gain some stability as she cleared her throat.

"I think I mixed it wrong." She said, chuckling.

Remy smiled. “You did mix a lot of stuff together” he said. “I just went with plain red wine.”

"I've never done it wrong before. I think I placed something in there I wasn't supposed to put in." She said, coughing lightly again.

“Ah…you are all right?” asked Remy. “Need some water?”

"I'm okay." Denise said, sitting down on the chair, the same chair we only a few days before drunken haphazardly from, her hands in her laps, looking at Remy with a curious but unnerving stare.

Remy looked at her before placing his glass on the table in front of her. “Watch this.” he said. With two moves, he was standing on the ceiling. Looking at an upside down Denise. “Kiss me.”

Denise chuckled, her fingers ruffling through his hair, her soft giggle a sinful clatter of laughter. Her lips vivacious and radiant, she donned a serious expression, before smiling playfully once more, she locked lips with him in a heated passion.

Remy kissed back with more passion. Denise was his to be with forever. He would be by his side forever.

"Nice." Denise said, chuckling playfully, like a little girl. "Very nice."

“Until the blood rushes to your head.” said Remy. He flips back down and lands in front of Denise.

"Nice." She said, leaning forward to kiss him again.

Remy lean forwards into her kiss. That is when Selene walked in. “Oh…that is cute.” she said. She picked up a bottle of red wine and left.

"I'm really embarassed." Denise said, pulling back, sitting on the table. "Let's do something else."

“Like what?” asked Remy.

"You want to go to the beach?" She asked, smiling.

“Not in the day light.” said Remy. “I would become ash.”

"Well," she trailed off, an innocent look on her face. "We can do something else. We can do some role-play." She suggested.

“Like playing doctor?” asked Remy. He looked here in the eyes, reading ever part of her eyes like a book.

Denise shook her head. "Nah. How about this." She got off the table, and headed to the door. "I'll be a customer, and you try and sell me a mattress." She said, before waltzing out of the door, egging Remy on.

“Ah…” said Remy, following her like a playful puppy. He walked her body move as she walked.

Denise walked up the tall wind of stairs, past a large set of portraits, before finally reaching her guest room in the castle. Opening it up innocently, she had a look on the silk bed, red and blue in colour, shining with the sunlight pouring through on its rays. Closing it quickly, she only percieved a dark shadow. "Hello, sir." She said nervously, closing the door, her fingers together as she played with them. "What do you have in stock?" She spoke in a strong and posh British accent.

Unknown Chapel
Light was a scarce commodity, his breathing coarse, his fingers shaking, his grotesque bloodied eye beneath the stone mask that laid on top of his bone helmet. Sighing with uncompassionate, toxic breaths, his lung rasped eerily in the silence, the sound of his black heart pounding with an unwanted fervour, an unknown evil. “Seekdra duhn Nahk (A War of men, you need).” The creepy, cold voice replied, a stone cold blade in his hand, like a long, twisted cleaver, yet it was a immensely gargantuan, almost twice his size, yet this man had the strength to carry it in one arm, the sleeves of his tattered robes beneath his armour strained, yet his pulsing veins were not. “Duura duun (Where is she)?” He asked once more, revealing to be the familiar Gelectriax. Although this time, Gelectriax seemed different, an aura around him was certainly more prominent.

He donned a black helmet now, scraped and carved with utmost precision, yet worn with the many centuries of use, red paint plashed on its top, in the shape of a crude ‘V’ shaped, scar-like pattern, moving to the back of the helmet. It ended in a tall top, like a peak of a great mountain, as wires from under the helmet connected to his shoulder pads, thick in stone, a slight leather band seen under it. His arms were greatly armoured, long winding stone plates on his biceps and forearms, identical to his helmet – it adorned the familiar red ‘V’, but considerably much larger. Transparent wires ran all the way down to his fingers, the stone gauntlets like his armour, a thick breastplate resting on his chest, its surface coarse and worn.

He stood up in a strong sense, amidst an abandoned chapel, the ceiling tall and twisted, stalactites of metal and supports etched like knifes strewn about. The glass was a soft and stained, the colours on it a dazzling green, a bloody red and a refreshing blue. His fingers clicking amongst themselves, the stone parts creating crackling noises, as small sparks popped between his fingers. The back of him showed a bloody and stained coffin, sliced open ajar as if recently disturbed, or the corpse had been released from its prison-like confines. Incidentally, on the black armoured Gelectriax, a small trickle of red dried blood was from his helmet, dripping from the mouth. A nasty glitter of light for eyes could be made out in the sunlight, red and bloodshot, nearly destroyed in the many years.

“Duura duun?” He asked again, his voice strong and horrible, like an icy wind in a soft summer morning, or a crackling of dirt upon a creamy surface. He was the opposite of all things savoury, and he would keep his stance, his legs out in judicial punishment, his fingers crackling with sparks of light, illuminating his eyes beneath the helmet every so often.

From the opposite of Gelectriax, the Chapel’s doors were flung ajar, the statues of Enkur, a tall brutish god with two shining halberds in his hands, the wooden handles long and eloquent, the blades on their edges sharp and untainted. Another statue, one of Ciraranaar the judge, showed a great glistening sword in his left hand, and a horrendous skull mace in his right, the chain from the statue swinging slightly in the wind, for it was a hollow statue, carved in gold.

There, stood a tall man, as real as the sands of Jenrak, as strong as the mountains they carried. He was dressed in a fine cloth and an extremely customized piece of fabric, the detail depicting many myriad tales as if he was a story himself, his fingers covered in gloves of white silk, his face hung over by a hood, his eyes lurking menacingly from a porcelain mask. He was drenched in heavenly white, the sunlight seeming to bounce off of him, as his form itself and his mere existence illuminated the dark and dank church, the moss on its ruined walls glittering, the blood stained pulpit and the torn-apart coffin lit in every corner. A staunch stature this man had, his legs straight, his arms to his side, his fingers clenching his sword heavily - a long blade with many jewels inlaid upon its surface. A sparkle of diamonds and pearls and emeralds shone with a beautiful glimmer on its smooth surface, as it was as clean and as smooth as fiery glass, but the nicks were rank of blood. He had killed many with this sword, but it was always purged of its sinful history.

The man robed in white silk, Aulocos, stood at the door of the church, his sword in his hand. The man on the other end, drenched and encased in obsidian-like armour, Gelectriax, raged with a fiery intensity. “Duura duun?” Gelectriax asked again, his voice showing a horrid impatience, the fingers in the stone gauntlets gripping the wrapped red handle of the large black blade, empty and void in darkness, with inhuman strength. What could this man be looking for? Whom?

“Khazah suutn (Do not give me lies).” Aulocos said strongly, his voice nothing but a strong conviction, a slit of salvation and a fistful of redemption, aimed at Gelectriax with a cold, sharp, and harsh tongue.

“Taraha suutn (I give not lies, but truth).” Gelectriax said in anger, gripping the handle even harder, ready to pounce upon his hapless foe.

“Tizith Tazuun (She is nowhere to be seen.)”

“Kaeyrigan (Blasphemer).”

“Suutn kharunmin (I give none lies, including you).”

“Hectra cuunduun (Very well).” Gelectriax sighed, bowing his head lowly, but immediately dashing into lightning speed, the large sword flashing into effect, swinging down at Aulocos’ location, crushing the stone at where the Leper stood, but only rubble and dust flew into the humid air – no blood. From behind, Aulocos swung his body around carefully, using his sword as a fulcrum, twisting his kick towards Gelectriax, whom turned around and grabbed Aulocos’ foot quickly, thrashing the man about the chairs.

As he was plunged across the room onto the coffin, he flung out a small rope, latching onto one of the supports in the church, pulling himself to regal height, swinging his blade down against Gelectriax, whose black form had already lifted into the air, spinning like a fervent (or possibly a broken) windmill down at the white-slicked fighter.

His sword swung up to his right arm, he blocked the strike, but Gelectriax leapt up over the attack, spinning the large sword quickly, creating a whirling wind, forcing the Leper to jump past the gust, around the dark-armoured fighter and launch his attack, but the backhand locked his sword. “Suirun Niduun (I learn quick).” Gelectriax said, kicking Aulocos in his mask, breaking a part of the mask, as a small slit fell off from his face, revealing a cut and seemingly burnt lip, blood dried around in a grotesque skin as veins shone like purple worms. It was a horrid thing to behold, and Aulocos sighed, but it seemed it did not affect him, as he ran towards Gelectriax once more with incredible speed, turning and striking his enemy’s side, the force of the counter-attack launched Gelectriax against the opened entrance of the Chapel, yet he lifted his arms to equalise the force of the attack against him. Running towards Aulocos with unbelievable strength, the dark-armoured fighter swung his blade, as Aulocos swung his to block, pushing back against the blows to fly towards the stairs, and landing delicately on his feet.

“Zarazutos (Pitiful).” Aulocos added, his sword still in his hand, but Gelectriax ran quickly towards him, swinging at the Leper, being blocked, but pushing his enemy onto the stone steps, that was also dried and crusted with blood from a source unknown. Breathing hard, his gasps nothing but short rasps, both combatants were tired, yet they would not want to show defeat towards their foe. Moving his arm up and down in a fluid backhand motion, he blocked a heavy right swing from Gelectriax, the large blade scratching the stone, repeating the process.

Kicking him down the stairs a few steps, Aulocos ran up and stood on the final step, punch in the mask again, flying back onto another wooden door separated by a metal door. As he turned around to get up, Gelectriax swung at him, but only sliced the door cleanly in half as the splinters flew around like the air they breathed. One of them affecting Aulocos’ vulnerable bottom lower left lip, he gasped in apparent pain, as the blood squirted from his lip, forcing the man back a couple feet, crushing down upon the stairs, as Aulocos lifted his sword and struck once more. The singing of the blades seemed to speak with a remorse, as if they wished not to fight their brothers in combat, yet their masters, with hand and muscle, forced them to.

Swinging around madly, he sliced the stone pillar apart. “Maajun duun (Shall I show you death)?” Gelectriax said, emotionless and cruel, walking up the cleaved door, and leaped up into the air, disappearing sight.

Aulocos followed him, by running up the blood-dried, stone steps, and breaking out into the open scenery, the tall height of the wooden bridge he stood upon eerily rocky. Below him, a massive ravine stood, the rushing water of a green river flowing quickly past the rocks, like daggers sticking out to defiantly perch against nature, the mountains forming a wall as the tall winding staircase was before him. After rickety bridge of wood was a platform made in stone, teetering over the ravine, tall and omnipotent, a small staircase winding to the top, where a rotting shaft held a rusty bronze bell. From behind, Gelectriax stood at the bridge, slicing it cleanly in half, leaping against Aulocos, thrusting him against the platform at the end, as he swung.

Aulocos blocked the strike, and dodged the second one, the sheer strength of the blow having Gelectriax nearly topple over, but he recovered his balance too quickly for any counterattack Aulocos could have unleashed.

“Injin Manzuun (Why do you want her)?” Aulocos asked, blocking another one of the Gelectriax’s attacks, being forced up the winding stairs of the outside platform, the stone clanking with his metal boots, the sword in his hands become wet with the sweat and blood pouring through his gloves, a clear red blotch on either of his hands, inside his palm.

“Why are you doing this?” Aulocos asked, dropping Ascheran, as Gelectriax cackled, pushing the blade up once more, blocking his attack.

“Khaasdrun (For I wish to give).” Gelectriax replied, twisted around and swinging a shot to the side of Aulocos, as the Leper blocked the attack a strong and swift sludge to the right, his right arm in a feint of pain.

No jerk was beneath his silk sleeve, no bone twisted yet he had to show weakness, for Gelectriax to arrogant. He was sure that the powerful anarchist would not give up a chance to gloat his ‘failure’ before his death. Falling down, his sword beneath the bronze bell, markings etched on its surface, the rust covering up all the words, eroding the once brilliant glamour of the turret-like platform they fought upon.

His hands bleeding through his silky gloves, his feet shaking in pain, Aulocos pretended to be at a complete disadvantage, to cover one pain and pretend another. Gelectriax lifted his blade in a triumphant strike, meaning he had taken the belief of Aulocos’ feint, and struck, but in a flash Aulocos lunged himself towards his sword, flung up, struck the end of the bronze bell and pushed himself against Gelectriax, who flew over the edge of the platform, falling off the stone edge, shrinking in size as the black-armoured foe was pulled down into the rushing waters.

In the green river, the body madder a splash, and with that, Gelectriax was lost, his body borne in rushing wind upon the whitecap waves.

Unknown Town
From a small university, the professor groaned quietly amongst the class, as the people quiet and complacent, as they looked on in as they awaited the newcomer. “We have a new person, and I hope she is more competent than you.” He said, a click in his frames as he eyed the list carefully, his shrewd eyes scanning about.

Standing outside in excitement, a white-haired, pale skinned girl of incredible beauty stood, her lips a vibrant red, the top of her head covered by blue cap, a synonymous symbol etched in red, as she took her hand on the cold knob, and turned its silver form around slowly, the gears clicking and the springs pounced, the door opening with a creak, the creak as soft as she was nervous. Looking into the class, it was assorted like stairs, but every person sat in it, and she had never had any custom to this kind of atmosphere.

The professor had a disappointed look upon his face – he had expected a scholarly child, a kid with years of experience, thickset glasses, a frowning face and a serious demeanour – a child like him. But to him, he got nothing but another idiot, and he looked in disgust as she could barely sit down, alone in the corner nearest the door.

“Well, Adel, your name is?” He asked, flipping through the pages. She sighed.

“I am Adel, yes.” She spoke with an eloquent tone.

“Don’t worry, I know how you kids try to make friends with teachers. There’s no academic benefit from me if you try.”

“I am sorry, sir.”

“What’s that? Respect from a student? First time for everything.”

“I do not understand.”

“Then you should leave this course. It is not for the easy and blank-minded.”

“I am sorry.”

“Do you speak Ascheran?”

“I speak Ascheran, yes.”

“How much Ascheran?”

“I am fluent in it.”

“I hardly believe that.” The professor said, his head shaking. Deciding to test the woman’s honesty, he lifted his head. “Khazza Muurundin.” He smiled, expecting nothing but a blank stare.

Adel only nodded. “Eiksa duuzrun.” She said, smiling, her teeth as white as pearls.

The professor had a look of surprise on his face, the wrinkles on his forehead crumbled up. “Where did you learn the 6th dialects at your age?” With that, confusion rattled his brain, his wretched fingers running through his grey, balding hair.

Remy walked over to Denise. His hair was combed back. “Well, Miss, we have the Titan series in stock.” he said. “One of the mattress in the whole world. How about you try it out?”

"Oh, wow." She said, her fingers running on the silk blankets. "I'd love to try it out." She said, looking innocently at him.

“Well, act like you are at home.” said Remy, in playful sounding voice. “Lay down and do whatever you want like I’m not here.”

"Oh, but let's keep things in facts. I'm not at home." She said, chucklign softly in a smooth, seductive voice, her eyes showing a glitter of playfulness, her body sultry. She grabbed Remy by the shoulders, and placing him on the bed, she sat atop him, her knees bent on the bed.

“True, you’re not home. You’re at my store.” said Remy with smile.

Denise smiled. "Store's closed." She said, her fingers up Remy's shirt slowly.

“Yes.” said Remy, running his fingers in her hair.

"So, boss. How's it going to be?" She asked, her right hand creeping in his pants, her left undoing his belt, as she kissed his neck.

“We will test out how good this bed is.” said Remy. He ran his hands down her shirt, unbuttoning it as he went.

Authaulus walked through the room, finding Ashili in her state, shaking his head. "Put some clothes on, Evergone." He said, a chess board held dearly in his arms, as if it were his own child.

"I heard you lost to Vira in chess. How does a General lose to a priest in a game of war?" Ashili asked, without looking up, but quickly moving her legs to hide her more revealing clothes. "I can play with you, if you want." She said to the large Temsplace, in his armour, his blue stripes and his massive body a great stone wall.

"Alright, if you want." He said eagerly, sitting down across from her, and placing the pieces down. Ashili smiled, as she moved her knight.

"Why did you crown Saerus as king?" Ashili asked Authaulus.

Edward laughed at Authaulus. “Who’s house are you in, Authaulus?” he asked. He knew the Temsplace would not like that question.

That is when JWolf did another entrance like the one he did early. “I want to know that too, Ashili.” he said. “Why crown Saerus king?”

"I'm in the Annirak-Izsthun." The Temsplace said coldly through his helmet, his face covered by the darkness of the shadows cast. "I can tell you if you wish to know why Saerus became king."

“No, not your bloodline. Don’t tell my wife what to do in her castle.” said Edward. “Understand, brother?” Authaulus was his sister’s brother-in-law. Making him Edward’s brother-in-law in a way..

“Yes, tell us why Saerus was crown king.” said the Count, trying to control the everything in the room.

"In Alledrias' absense, I controlled Jenrak. My fist was the fist that kept it intact. I find nobody else competent enough to fight off this new threat other than the man who spent seven years of unbelievable hell with Gelectriax, than Gelectriax himself. Aulocos cannot be crowned, for he is not royal blood. Ashili cannot be crowned, for she is neither. Saerus, however, can be. He is descent of a king, from the Lirrogun Era." Authaulus explained simply, moving his pawn.

"I see. So what happens when Saerus dies? Do you take the throne once more?" Ashili asked, moving her other knight.

"If I am alive, then yes. Once I die, then the next Era heir takes the throne." He said, moving his bishop. "Lord Marcurius from Sanduras."

“Sanduras?” asked the Count. He knew that nation, most of the Dominion slaves came from there. “Lord Marcurius is a Jenrakian, right?”

“I don’t think your nation should be ruled by an non-Jenrakian.” adds JWolf.

“Wait,Lord Marcurius is not the heir. Saerus’ son is the heir because Saerus’ blood flow through the boy’s veins.” said Edward.

"That's if I survive to crown the boy." Authaulus said. "You need a priest of similiar blood. Arcarum became king because he was both. He self-entitled himself King." Authaulus mentioned, moving his other bishop.

"Marcurius is Jenrakian, but he is left in Sanduras to overview the conversion projects." Authaulus mentioned.

“Well, the Dominion will make sure that you and your brother stay alive.” said the Count, as he watched the chess game. “It is better to know that your government is linked to the Dominion in one way or another.”

“I don’t like dealing with new people.” said the Count.

"Marcurius is a good friend. He's a nice man, much like Saerus, but he has a certain distasteful quality." Ashili said, moving her rook, as it was quickly eaten by Authaulus' bishop.

“He’s a good friend to you, Ashili. But not to me.” said the Count. “Saerus or his brother in control would be the best for me. Selene control the Annirak Mafia still, I think.”

“And with Saerus in control, the Mafia will be untouched.” adds the Count. “Don’t want a new person to mess with my daughter’s empire.”

"Indeed." Ashili said, moving her pawn, but it was ruthlessly killed by Authaulus' knight.

"Checkmate." Authaulus said, as her king was cornered. From the tallied deaths, Authaulus had lost only one pawn, a unit needed so his Rook could move and setup the trap, and Ashili was depived of her two bishops, her Queen and all of her pawns before her king was forced to surrender. She had a strange look on her face.

"How did Vira win?" She asked, her face puzzled. Ashili was indeed the Red Matriarch, supposedly the most brilliant of the Jenrakian female commanders. How did Authaulus lose to Viraranaar when he had beaten her so flawlessly?

“Yes, how did Vira beat you, Authaulus?” asked Edward. The Count just watch and drink his blood mix drink.

"He cornered my King with a series of pawns." Authaulus said, wondering in thought.

"Pawns?" asked the Count. "Only pawns."

"Only pawns." Authaulus repeated.

“So, he allowed to loss his bishops and knights to make you fall into his trap. Right?” said the Count.

"I assume so, but he seemed as if he was trying to make two plans happen at once." Authaulus said, his hand still across his armoured face.

“It is always good to have another plan, if your first plan doesn't go as planned.” said the Count. “I have seen some many wars in my life-time to know that.”

"I was egotistic. I never thought he could have pulled it off."

“I have seen many of those, too.” said the Count. “Their ego was their down fall.”

"I went against the Kelirius laws of battle. Next time, I will heed advice from Generals with minds greater than mine." He said, sighing.

“Okay.” said the Count. “Smart commanders win wars and loyal soldiers help them do it.”

"I know that." Authaulus said. "The most dangerous weapon you can face is ignorance."

"Correct." said the Count.

"Alright." Authaulus said back.

“So…Ashili, what is this wedding going to be like?” asked the Count, changing the subject.

"It's being planned in Repholis, Denise' hometown. I'm sure she'll enjoy that." Ashili said.

“I bet she will like that.” said the Count. “Who you got to marry those two or planning on getting?”

Ashili looked at Authaulus, who looked back, his helmet covering his face, but it was certain a face of surprise was delt. "Can you?" She asked Authaulus, who nodded.

"Of course." Authaulus said.

“That is good.” said the Count. “Make sure the windows to church are covered. Don’t want my family to burn to ash. And add Colonel Wes Morell and Major Victor Storm to the guest list.”

“Two of Remy’s buddies. I make sure they are there, to surprise him.” he adds.

"Alright." Ashili said, scribbling the names down on the large list.

“So…” started the Count. “Later.” With that, he took off and disappeared from the room.

"Well, what the Patriarch of Bones? Isn't he supposed to signify the union?" Authaulus asked, raising a delicate question.

"I've got him covered." Ashili said.

"Yes, she has it covered." said Edward. He trys to not laugh.

"How? I've never heard of the man having a single psychological weakness. How is he going to cave?" Authaulus said, wondering.

Edward tried to say it without laughing but it did not work. “Ashili getting him a puppy or two.” he said. “Nuts right?”

If laughter was an indulgence he could immerse himself in, he would certainly do so, but Authaulus was drowning in a sea of skepticism. "Are you joking?" He asked, his head darting from Edward to Ashili, as Ashili shook her head.

"The man loves puppies." She said.

"Interesting." Authaulus said, getting up, walking away.

From Denise's guest room, she laid under the blanket, her hair falling off her shoulders, as she laid on top of Remy, her clothes on the floor beside her, her face a soft pleasure. "Mmm." She said, as if she had finished a delightful meal. "That was nice." She said, smothering his neck.

“That messed with his head. “said Edward looking at Ashili.

Denise’s guest room…

“It was nice.” said Remy, rubbing her back. “So…you going to buy the bed?” He smiled after that.

"I'll think about it." Denise said, her head sleepily on his chest.

“Okay.” said Remy, wrapping his arms around her.

"I love you Remy. I'll never stop loving you, until I die and beyond." She said, sleeping on his chest.

“Same here, my princess.” said Remy, playing with her hair. “We will be together forever.”

Aulocos had arrived at the castle, his left hand devoid of a protective glove, the smell of corpses with him, fuming the castle as he entered, the smell of death following his quaking steps. His mask was shattered in parts, his left hand gruesomely fleshy and rotted, green at many places.

Groaning heavily, he fell to his knees, blood emitting from his mouth, as he began to wobble and shake, his right hand trying to stabilize. "Authaulus! Anyone!" He yelled, as a torrent of blood burst from his left hand, and a leige of vomit blasted from behind his mask.

Before anybody could get to him, the Count walked out of the shadows. The bottle in his hands as he walked behind Aulocos, stay quiet with every foot step. The death smell entered through his nose, that smell has been through that nose for the Count’s whole life. He was ‘born’ with the smell of death in the air of the cave.

“Looks like you need some help.” said the Count.

Aulocos had no care on whom care - he just needed more blood, as always to keep his body alive. Whether it be the Count, or Authaulus, it wouldn't matter - he was collapsing in a bloody heap, the heat of the sandy climate making things worse for this already rotting man.

The Count walked up next to the fallen man and picked Aulocos off of the floor with one hand. “Well, don’t know what is wrong with you.” said the Count, walking through the hallway. “But I will try and help you.”

Authaulus found the Count carrying Aulocos, his fingers snapping twice extrmely loud, as four nurses sprang onto the scene, as they rushed around fervently, getting supplies. "Give me Interferon." He said, as the nurses went off. "We need to isolate the outbreak here." He said, placing him down on a stretcher.

“What is wrong with him?” asked the Count. “His blood…it does not smell clean.”

"His immune system is different." Authaulus said, taking off his gauntlets to reveal strong hands wrapped in thin silk, taking off his helmet to reveal a strong man, with a clean face and a long beard. He took the long needle a nurse gave him, a strong thick yellow liquid inside. "C8 Interferon?" He asked, as the nurse nodded.

"Alright." He injected the needle into Aulocos' eye. "He'll need a cornea transplant and two litres of blood injections." Walking off as the nurses did their jobs, Authaulus sighed, tired.

“Oh…” said the Count, he watch Authaulus and the nurses do their jobs. His eyes widen when the needle was injected in Aulocos' eye. “He can’t feel that, can he?” asked the Count.

"You can't feel pain through your eye, only a sharp numbness." Authaulus added.

“Ah…never got anything put in my eyes.” said the Count. “Anything I can help with?”

"No, that's all right." Authaulus said, looking at the nurses as doctors came along and analyzed him. "He's lived unnaturally long for someone of his condition. Tell me, what did Remy do to gain his favour?"

“Beats me.” said the Count. “Remy did not tell me.” It was a not the truth, Remy told him what he did for Aulocos. But the Count has learn to make it look like he was telling the truth and he was not really telling the truth.

"Doesn't matter, I guess." Authaulus said, putting his helmet back on, his gauntlets snapping on his fingers, turning around with an imperial strength, his long blue cape billowing out behind him.

The Count disappeared back into the shadows. He was gone from the room before anybody knew it.

"Hmm." Authaulus said, skeptical.

The Count started walking around the castle. Cigar in his mouth and a bottle of Blood JD in left hand. He walked around like some wild west gun-toting manic.

From Denise's guest room, she finally awoke with a gasp, sighing softly. "Hi." She said to Remy, her stare blank.

Remy opens his eyes and looked at her. “Hi back.” he said.

"That was nice." She said, getting up, as she got her clothes back on.

"It was that." said Remy. He rolled out the bed and started dressing himself.

"I have to get home." Denise said, kissing Remy softly, as she got out of the room fully dressed ,going down the stairs and taking a limousine back to her Manor.

“See you later.” said Remy. He finished getting dressed and start walking around the castle.

She had reached the manor, and walked inside, dropping her keys on the drawer in the foyer, walking up to her son's room, opening the door as the boy was sitting there, watching television casually. Sitting down on his bed, she sighed. "Did you do your homework?" She asked, as the boy nodded.

"Who was that guy?" Ethan asked, bored.

"My fiance." She said coarsely, her fingers in her left hand holding onto a small black object.

"Your fiance? Heh. Do you love him? Or is this one of those political things." Ethan said, not taking his eyes off the television.

"I love him."

"And your love well is dried up now?" Ethan asked sardonically.

"It's stretched, you can say that. You have my love, and he has it. Although I believe he deserves more." She said, her fingers running through her son's hair.

"I don't care." He said, still not turning around.

"Oh, so you don't care if I don't love your anymore?" Denise asked, a sly tone in her voice.

"No, I never cared." He said, shrugging.

"Good. Then you won't mind." Denise said happily.

"Mind what?" Ethan asked, before a bullet smashed through his skull, coming out the other end, drilled into the thick floor, blood spurting from his brain as the boy fell down onto the ground, thick and cold as stone.

Holding up the small object - a black pistol, she threw it down onto her son's body, before turning on her cellphone. Dialing in Remy's number, she waited for a reply.

Remy was walking through the hallway, when his cell-phone started to ring. He put it out and flip it open. Placing it on his ear, he said “Hello.”

"Hi, Remy!" She said, smiling, her voice cheery despite the blood on her hands, the blood splattered on her shirt and the corpse of her son in the room. "Do you want to a restaurant tonight?" She asked hopefully, ignoring everything that happened before.

“Sure.” said Remy. “Where you want to go?”

"I know of this lovely place in Haasdra that's so beautiful. Oh, and what do you think of Doug?" She asked, her voice calm.

“A good friend.” said Remy. “Somebody that could be some use to me.”

"Glad you thought so." She said, putting her pistol back. She didn't need it this time.

“So…is that brat of son gone?” asked Remy. He never liked the boy. The boy was like a rich boy. Not from Denise’s bloodline or Remy’s bloodline.

"Hmm? What did you say?" She asked, wondering if she was found out. If she was, then she had to increase her measure of security with him.

“That adopted son.” said Remy, walking through the hallways. “Sent him back to pounds. I don’t like him.”

"He's taken care of. He's gone to meet my dad in Archios." She said.

“Oh…” said Remy. He knew her father was dead, so he knew what she was talking about. “So, this place in Haasdra. What time you want to go there?”

"How about tonight? Sun's going down, do I'll meet you at Ashili's castle in a few hours?" She asked.

“Sounds good.” said Remy. “Well, I go take a shower and get some nice clothes then. I love you, Denise.”

"I'll be waiting." She said, going to wash her hands of her murder.

Remy hung up the phone and heads to his guest room. He jumps into the shower, to wash the smell of sex from his body.

Standing by the bed of Aulocos as the blood slowly went into his veins, Authaulus looked with a pitiful malice. "You've outlived your years as a Leper, sir." He said, his voice a tone of respect, looking at the veins beneath his lips.

Remy was out of the shower after 50 minutes, he likes long hot shower. And it really like a long hot shower, if they is woman in there with him. Walking around with just a towel around his waist, Remy began looking for some clothes.

Sitting down, Authaulus waited for Aulocos to awake. Surely enough, the man breathed loudly. "Denise?" He asked hopefully, as the clinking of the Temsplace armour came to him. "Authaulus."

Authaulus stood up. "I'm going to speak to Lord Maracleus of Sanduras. I'm seeing if he can commit forces to the Jagadian campaign." Authaulus said.

"Of course." Aulocos replied, his eyes still closed.

Remy put on some nice black dress pants. A button up long sleeve dark blue shirt on next. He put on a long black coat with a hood and a white tiger on the back. After getting dressed, Remy head down to see if Denise had arrived.

The Count walked into the room where he left Aulocos. “Good to see you are better, Aulocos.” he said. “The is Jagite campaign a strange one. Our forces are both there but not on the same side.”

“I know your bad history with Jagada, my forces did see Jadites in battle during your last war. That was before the Dominion became their allies.” he adds. “Jagada, our forces should not see themselves in combat. But if they do, both sides will back off. The war in Jagada will not destroy our alliance.”

"Indeed." Aulocos said, getting back up, his strength returning, taking off his mask, breathing as the hair gusted through his blood, his rotten and torn flesh seen asunder, his veins pulsing and his arteries thick and throbbing. His skin barely covered any part of his face, a large gash down his right eye, a large hole in his left.

"Our forces will deny any combat from either side. Should there be a goal that is needed by both sides, it will be decided diplomatically, not violently." Aulocos said, looking at his porcelain mask, as advanced eletronics were all that was seen through it.

"Fifteen years I have been in this condition. Fifteen years I sought the immortality of the painless." He reasoned, sighing. "My niece, all that is left of my brother's name, my father's name, she is to be wed. She will no longer be a Territurari, and our bloodline will die with her." He said finally.

“Deal.” said the Count. “The Major that control my forces in Jagada is mutant like me. He will deal a lot of damage to those CP freaks.” He listened to Aulocos words about Denise being the last of their bloodline.

“I have a feeling there will be child from this union.” said the Count. “Remy can talk her into it, he has always want a son of his own blood. He just picked a woman that did not want a child to fall in love with.”

"Denise is a very adamant person - she is extremely unstable, borne in the court of my brother." Aulocos reasoned.

“And still controlled by your brother.” said the Count. “The first time, I met Denise. I could tell Nahk had some power over her. And he still has that control but she can’t not be control by him.”

“Remy did it. He got anger and lost control of his power. She called him Dad” he adds.

"More lives on in Nahk than Denise. He has left a very strong mark on this country, and I'm intent on ridding my brother's taint forever, as damaging it would be to my honor." Aulocos said.

The Count just watched Aulocos. “I never trusted your brother. I thought he was a robot when I first met him.” said the Count. “I did watch him get thrown out a window and fall to his death. Then he was reborn with flesh arm but when back to his robot look not that long after he was reborn.”

"You've never what he was. He was a good man before, one of the greatest minds I've ever seen, a heart open and civilized. Until Jeviz'kraa broke his soul."

“How don’t you know I met your bother before he changed?” asked the Count. That question makes what he just void. Or does it. “I have been to Jenrak before my son married Ashili. I have traveled the world too many times to count on my hands. I could have seen Nahk but didn’t know his name.”

"Because I never saw you." Aulocos said definitely. "My eyes see everything here. Besides, if you met Nahk before, you would have trusted him."

“There is something you need to learn about me.” said the Count. “If I want to be seen, you will see me. If I don’t want to be seen, you want know nothing that I was there.”

“I never met him before his change. I seen him but never talked to him.” he adds.

"Heh. Very well." Aulocos said, getting up, a drop of blood falling from his face, as he walked off.

“Later.” said the Count If anybody looked back, he would be gone. Making no sound doing it.

Adel sat down in the cafeteria, a bottle of water in her hands, as she sat there, reading a small blue book, her eyes quickly scanning the pages, her hat piercing a shadow from the lights that glaced over her impeccable beauty. As she sat down, a relatively tall man stood behind her, tapping her lightly on the shoulder.

"Can I sit beside you?" He asked, his bag full of food.

"Of course you may." She said, her eyes not taken off the pages.

"Name's Eric." He said, holding out his hand to shake hers, although she never took her eyes off the page.

Walking through the hallway, the Count started dialing some number on his cell-phone.

"Saerus!" Authaulus called, as the Black-Armoured king rose from his throne, nodding to his brother. "What are you doing?" Authaulus asked, bored.

"Nothing, why?" Saerus said.

"You're king now. You have to fight like one. I've heard of stories of how you died twice. Your fight against Enkur was deemed pathetic." He said angrily, as Saerus fumed.

"Let's see then." Saerus said, unsheathing his sword.

“So…the tank is on its way?” asked the Count. A yes was what he got. “Now, it is being guarded by armed men and vehicle.”

“Two black armored SUV are with the semi-truck.” said the other voice.

“Good.” said the Count. “Call me, if anything happens.” He hung up the phone.

"Your move." Authaulus said, his armour on, looking coldly past the stone at his brother, whom lunged with unbelievable speed. In a swift swing, almost effortless, Authaulus smashed Saerus into the wall beside him, the king almost knocked unconscious.

"So, stories were true. Come, little brother. I will help your strength." Authaulus said, picking Saerus up.

Waiting for Denise to arrive, Sal and Remy started a poker game in the living. Edward joined in on the game. The Count walked in to and started playing poker with the guys.

"I'm going." Ashili said, getting up.

“Wait you don’t what to play?” asked the Count. “We will not lit up any cigars.”

"Yeah, but I don't see that happening soon." She said, her voice calm.

“Nobody has any cigars out.” said the Count, looking at his cards. “Take my word, nobody will lit one up. I will beat them.” Sal, Remy and Edward looked at JWolf. “Yes, nobody will lit up.” they all said at the same time.

"I'm okay." Ashili said, holding her list like a giddy schoolgirl. Kissing Edward affectionately on the cheek, she smiled softly. "Bye, Edward." She said, before walking off.