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Damn thoughts disturbed again. the light of the red moon seeped into the tavern with a slow urge. His ring gleamed lighly with red as well as it shown on the gold band. The old ring, three hundred and thirty nine years had passed since he Beat Flexsteel down to get what was his. That made him smile.the door closed about as quickly as it had opened. Once again the pub had went to its usual noise level, laughter busting off the walls, echoing annoyingly around the room. How he could think in such a mess, was unbelievable. He sighed slowly, smoke lacing his breath as he did, he flicked the ashes gently, watching as they rolled off the table, onto the blood stained floor. The Box sat on the table in front of him, The contents taunting him, Six Crystal rings, meant for those who he would help into the next War, or so that's how it always seemed to play. but Six? Well, five actually, He had almost forgotten about Dawn's ring, Surely already handed to her. He gave another sigh, tossing the cigarette into the fire across the room, and taking a solid drink off the mug of clear liquid in front of him.

His Thumb began to roll the golden band around his right hand ring finger, gently letting the light shine from it spatter the floor, soakingn and fading into the blood stains, never to escape again. If only this was easier. He wondered if Hiei had such a hard time when he chose. how did he know? Hiei Seemed sure that Exion was meant for the Knights. Was it because of everything that He had been through before? The war? Should he be choosing people he knew? So many question, that weren't leading him anywhere. The Barmaid slid past him with a drink in hand, on the way back, he held a hand up, and the girl nodded softly to him, knowing him too well from how often he had been in here. even in the decade it had been since the last time he was. This was a hot spot during times of war, The Knights often consulted here, for it was free for them whenever, even though they all paid, ironic as it was.

It seemed a group of drunks had became overly obsessed with another who had entered sometime after Exion had himself. One standing up, and taunting the girl. At first, Exion paid no mind to it at all, figuring it would end like most would, He would end up jumpin in, saving the day after the first scream was made. He would appologize, give a round on him, and leave. however, When she spoke, he noticed a hint of control in her voice. this caught his attention, as he looked up, he caught the glimps of something you didnt see everyday in Makai anymore. The woman rolled out her chair, sword drawn in an fluid motion. This caught his eye quickly, for he followed it. Slowed it down, and watched it again. He smiled and took a sip from his drink. The woman, seemingly an elf, by her ears, landed in the flames. Surely this was bad.

As the events continued, he noticed the flames had no effect on her, now he was intrigued. He took another drink as a small smile placed her lips, The drunk however, didnt seem as amused as Exion was. The man began to move foward, and in an instant she was off again. Fluid as water, she moved out of the flames, and sunk her blade into the demon's chest with a quick, nigh flawless motion. This caught him especially off guard, and raised his amusement quite.he gave a soft laugh and began to stand up as the rest of them did, he figured he might as well end this, but quicker than he could stand completely, her arm shot out toward the rest of the group, and fire came to her calling, as it had for protection only a half a minute ago. a large sphere left her palm, spinning off into smaller ones, blasting through each demon, and still managing to dimish before it hit the wall behind them. Exion gave a slight smugged look, and sat back down. feeling quite content with not having to do anything. She traded a few words with the bartender, who Exion knew quite well some years ago he seemed to look to exion after only a few moments and nodded softly. She too sat down, only two tables away from him, as if nothing had happened.

Exion looked up again, '' Round on me, whatever you're drinking, put it on my tab.'' he said knowing full well he didnt have a tab here, but it made it sound good. He wasnt sure if anyone other than the bartender, and barmaid even knew who he was, but no one seemed to argue. The rounds came around, and naturally, Exion got the one he ordered, and the free round, at the same time, two shots, and two glasses, about the time he finished his first glass. He lit another cigarette stairing at the box on the table once more. A smile lingered on his face as he looked over to her. She seemed more than ready for a battle. Maybe he would see where this went. He took a sip off of his glass, and looked into the flames once more. They seemed to lick over her like they were gracefully embracing her power.

Seconds seemed to tick by, and Exion began to close his eyes, recalling the events in slow motion, his mind passing over them at angles he didn't see it originally. She rolled to her left, drawing the sword with her right. So she was right handed, or perhaps she could use both. the flames had rolled over her, skin and all. Meaning it was not any sort of enchantment on clothing, or weapon, she had some ability with fire, which would be made appearant only a half a minute later. Her strike was only slightly flawed, but more than enough skill to strike a drunken man. And her power was easily experienced well enough in her fire ability. or so it seemed. This was rather amusing to him. It had been a long time since he had seen a woman of her stature in Makai, Save Dawn, when she decided to come here. What would bring a warrior such as herself to Makai? Which made her wonder what kind of elf she was, to be here. It was rather uncommen to see the Elven race in makai, save dark elves, from time to time.

Exion watched as a couple of the locals, of which could mildly contain their alcohol began to move the bodies outside. cleaning up as if it were usual. He was sure the bartender paid them, either in free drinks, or gold. it took round abouts of four minutes to move the bodies. this amused Exion slightly as well, it seemed fights were happening regularely here now, if it didnt take them that long to move the carcases. He wasnt sure what to think about this woman now, for beauty touched her, but she was obviously a in a class of warrior. her body position spoke of it, not to mention the way she handed that. A little messy perhaps, but Exion was never much one for grace on that part either. He thought of Zion for a moment, and laughed at the thought. The door would have been blown out, and ashes everywhere. he shook his head, and finished another glass, before finally standing up. The silver trenchcoat, touched lightly with a glimmer of golden light coming from about it, shined in the light tavern light, flowing gently with each step he took. With his final glass in hand, he looked about the tavern, all eyes on him with his second step.

by the third, he had already started to talk, '' Ma'am, I havent seen you around here before. Care for some company?'' he said after a few moments, standing no more than three feet away, to her left still holding his drink in hand. A couple of the demon's around him almost laughed. they saw it as he was week, seeking protection, for it was obvious that he was of human decent. What he wore would not be found here, Long silver trenchcoat, black jeans, boots, a red sleaveless turtle neck, and a seemingly silver chain, with a dragon of all things on it. A mound stuck from his chest with a simple V on it, and the golden band on his right hand ring finger. he smiled as he waited for her to answer.

The mop swabbed lowly at the floor, rubbing more blood into the already quite blood tinted floor as it did, giving it an wet brick look to it at some points. He looked around, before bringing his gaze back to her, wondering just what she would say. Drink in one hand, and the Angelis box in the other, things would be odd at first, he was sure of it, for she didnt seem in a mood, and he wasnt really himself, for company. But he knew, what needed, wouldnt get done if he didnt start eventually.

Exion's blood began to boil softly as he sat there, listening to the words his Nephew spoke to him. his fingers tapped idly at the hilt that held his blade. Soft metallic clicks echoed gently for a few feet, before dieing out in whispers of demon's and the such around them. Exion's eyes closed softly, claiming his anger for the time being, taming it, controlling, Harnessing it all in the same ropes, for a better time. He opened his mind, touching those around the pub. 16 demons. 3 vampires. 5 half breeds. That was all, two of the demons were people who worked there, leaving the total customers, including themselves, at twenty five. not to many at all, then again, war was pressing everywhere. His eyes opened again, focusing on Dusk as his final words to exion were made, and the threat that ruled with them passed. Exion's and stopped its attack on the hilt, and clenched roughly at its entirety. soft sounds of wood creaking could be heard as it dug into the board the tip ballanced on.

Exion's voice came out as a low growl at first, '' Take my life?'' he scoffed, half coughing, and laughing slightly amused, but more so reaching anger. His hand shook on the blade as he closed his eyes again. Though it stopped the shaking, when he opened his eyes, his unusually bright silver eyes, had turned a darker shade, almost devouring the light as it shown on them. '' Dusk Angelis, Mind you whatever you say, or do, you shall not tell me what to do. My path has been straight more often than yours, if i remember correctly. Not so long ago, we sat at very different sides of the same table, And you have been given a chance to redeem your deeds. I, Exion Korru Angelis, Am the only person who can tell me what to do. Keep that in mind.'' he said as the drinks arrived. If he had more to say, he forgot it as the cup was sat in front of him. Exion shook his head as he held his hand over the cup, and let the black flame shoot to the brim of the glass. The clear liquid turned a dark Grey, almost black. It was then that black flame turned blue, turning the liquid a eerie green color. As the flame turned white, the liquid turned from green, to a light blue. Finaly, the deep, dark red flame held its hold on the contents of the glass, and the liquid turned a light purple. Exion smiled lightly, and dumped his shot into the glass, which turned the liquid a slight silver color.

He listened to what Dusk had to say to the Woman. Introducing himself now, as though they're names were not known. Exion gave a slight grunt when Dusk himself, might as well have been flirting with the elven woman. Circumstances. As far as Exion could see, this was nothing compared to what they had done in a blink of an eye. He had already thought he'd have to kill the demon group since he walked in, but maybe he would save that, at least for now.

THe woman's name was Rika, Rather different from what he was use to hearing, but it wasnt bad to the ears. Exion sat in silence, giving a cough once more as he took a drink, smoke trailing out of his throat from the liquid. This made him smile lightly to himself, and he finished listening to the womans tale. He said nothing afterwords. He would hear what Dusk wanted to do, before deciding what would be done. Why? well, since Dusk had agreed to put Rika into his own protection, it was now up to Exion as to what would be done with her, and he knew something of the demon's that Dusk did not, though he may not have to tell anyone that.

Slayer stumbled a few steps, nearly catching his blade in the wall with the force that Exion's magic pressed him back. A snarl on his lips, '' Yes, Human, i am still alive, you could not kill me before, and it will be your undoing now.'' he said with a grin, as he pulled the sword from above him, letting the oddly huge sword set against the floor as he held it. '' I have reached a new level of power, one of the likes you have never felt before.'' He said almost smiling as the room began to grow warmer.


Exion, though he wasnt sure what Slayer was talking about, was already smiling. '' One of which i've never felt before? You better pray its stronger than the Great Zion Angelis, My brother, Who which lost to my hands forty years ago.'' Exion said as he moved a step closer to Slayer. '' That's right Slayer. You shall address me correctly. Exion Korru Angelis.'' Exion said smiling a little more as took another step. Gold tinted sword forming in his left hand, elaborant design without thought of them formed on the blade as it worked its way down. '' Are you sure you're ready to face your undoing?'' Exion said, a tone of familiar Cockiness touching his lips.


Slayer's eyes changed not, but he could feel it now, Exion was one of the two major powers he felt as he entered the room. a touch of something he hated, even more than Exion himself, was in Exion's blood. And he couldnt place it until Exion had said something. Exion was part angel, even more reason to kill him, if he needed anymore. Slayer's grasp over the rooms tempature rose even greater, as candles bursted into high flames with the quick rise in tempature. The three foot blade kicked into blackfire again, scortching the wood it rested again, causing creaks to issue through out the floor. Demon's and halfbreeds alike fled the bar in fear for what might happen between the two. sparks of hostility flaring in his eyes as he stared at the source of everything he hated. Three hundred and some odd years had passed since the day he had first met Exion, as a knight. And to this day, he still believed that Exion's ring had belonged to him, and souly him. Jealousy filled Slayer as his dark scale armor began to change color with the red flames that began to form around him. '' I will kill you, and there is nothing you can do about it, Knight Scum.''

Exion didnt say anything, He actually just smiled, which he could tell was aggitating the dragon even more. With an instant, Exion passed the distance between the two, and his hand clenched around Slayer's neck, the sword still at his side. As his skin connected with Slayer, a red glow consumed them both, and they disappeared from the tavern. The same red glow pressured the air only a few feet away, on the other side of the tavern wall, in the Vacant crossroads. he new too well that the Maid and bartender lived in that tavern, and he wasnt going to destroy it, at least not on this day. as soon as They appeared, the red glow subsiding, Slayer's fist struck into Exion's chest, causing him to loosen his grasp just slightly, in suprise, and out of force. The sudden of it, allowed Slayer to escape Exion's clutches and take a leap back. As slayer lept back, Dragon wings shot from his back, making his leap twenty or so feet, instead of just two or three.

'' You will pay for that, Scum.'' Slayer growled as his body shifted quickly. the dark red flame grew to an almost black color, and his armor shifted into his skin. Slowly, black scales, much like his amor, but smaller, began to form on him as well. Behind Slayer, his tail began to shoot out, Thin, and small at first, before it began to grow in size, and length. scales forming around it as well, as he looked at Exion, with a maniacle shine in his eyes. Gripping the massive sword, it two began to shift. The blade grew heavier, and larger than before, Massive Edges growing down it, spiking off, and glowing of red, as the black flames continued to cover the outside of it. His body finally faded to a low, black, pulsing glow as he stared at Exion, '' What say you, Knight? Think you can handle this?'' He said, as his speed shown it had grown, he passed the thirty or so feet within a second, easily.

Exion stared at Slayer as he changed, he had seen this before, nearly two hundred and fifty years ago. only this time, he knew what to expect. as soon as his mind registered that Slayer was about to move, he lept into the air, covering nearly seven feet in a half a second. as he peaked, he could see slayer moving underneath him, to the spot he had been in. Exoin landed silently, and turned, blade pointing to At slayer's back, threatening to stab through his scales. '' Do you think you can handle what you've bitten off, Angel Killer?'' He said as he took another step back, not wanting a stab in the back be the way he killed this murderous creature. A soft smile played Exion's lips as he Brought up his right hand, a ball of white flames burning bright through the night, showing quite evidently it was there. He clenched his hand around it, and thrusted his hand out. Several White spheres barrelling from it, before it too left. They passed the distance in between the two in less than a blink of an eye.

Slayer didnt have time to react to them all, He could only attempt to withstand them. his massive wings curled over his body, shielding him from a majority of the blast. Still covered in a small black flame, the combination of the opposite flames reacted, and explosions could be felt and heard, for miles away. the ground shook, and a black, grey cloud of smoke was in the way of Exion's vission. Slayer used this too his advantage, and thrusted his attack. The black flames blasting through the smoke, and hammering into Exion's chest. Metal began to melt down him as he fought to rid himself of the Blackfire. He closed his eyes. and clenched his jaw, the earth beneath them shook with his power.

Exion's body enveloped itself in a burning white light, The town took the appearance of day for more than a few seconds. With the source of the light coming from just in front of the tavern door. The ground quaked beneath him, in fear of the energy Exion was summoning from The metal around him. Blades shot from his arms, glowing white, and gold alike. '' You're sins must be answered for Slayer, and i will be the one who answers them!'' he said as the light consumed him completely, no one could see through the veil that had come over him. Energy strummed so clearly, that the tavern door blew in off its hinges. The sound of a soothing Voice coming from the Area Exion occupied. Pleasant thoughts, and joy touched those who could hear it. another massive spike of energy passed through Exion's position. golden light began to shine through the blinding white, before they both began to fade together. As the light died down, and the darkness from the night began to consume the area again, there was still a single light source showing just in front of the door.

The golden white trenchcoat billowed in a wind that wasnt there, Crimson Red hair with strands of Gold through out, causing a radiant glow as it touched anything. Six white wings shown on his back, massive, and pure. only Slayer could see his face. Metal Covering his eyes, which shown so bright, that it turned the metal into a brilliant white hot color. Exion stared at Slayer, even if his eyes werent able to be seen doing it. He raised the sword in his left hand, smiling gently, '' Are you ready to atone for your sins?'' he said, a touch of harmony in his voice, that could only be described as Angelic voices, to those who did not know of Eden.

Slayer Growled, the sound of this angelic creature, burning his ears, he hated angels, with a passion, and this one was no different, only worse in fact. he wanted to kill him for no reason than to do it now. Slayer rushed in with a velocity that was unseen before. His Blade so quick it passed straight through Exion's chest. The light that was released however, sent Slayer flying back, blade still in Exion's chest, Sitting there, burning in the light that consumed it. Exion's hand gripped the hilt, ripping it out from the side. Throwing the sword to the ground, he took slow steps after Slayer, who was now blind in his rage, and rushed Exion again. Exion could only smile as he did, and Raise a hand, which shown brilliantly of pale, warm light. The light began to solidify, and blast through the air with warm, and pureness. As it struck into slayer, a howl could be heard through out the forest, possibly even to Garastat itself, of Slayer's agony.

Taking his left hand, where the sword still rested, he struck Slayer down to the ground, burying the blade in his ribs, pinning him to the ground, pooling of his own blood. He twisted the sword, securing it in place as he leaned over Slayer. Exion laughing gently to himself. '' To think it came down to this, Being Slain by two things you hate most in your life. Me, and Angels.'' he said as the Silver sheild over his eyes lifted, and he stared at Slayer with pure white eyes.

Slayer looked away, but felt drawn to look into them at the same time. Finally, turning his head, his eyes met the light, and it burned him more than any pain he could ever feel. he could feel his body leaving him. slowly fading into the darkness that he had brought upon himself. He snarled cursing at anything, everything, and mostly, Exion.


When Exion rose from the ashing body, the silver shield had already fell over his eyes again, and he took a step back, The ground still shaking under his power, Sometimes, he forgot Makai wasnt use to angelic Stress. he took a step into the tavern, Closing his eyes, and letting go of the power that he had clinched. Slowly letting the holy build up drift into the darkness around him. With a few seconds, the whole tavern seemed brighter, a happier place. His wings shed to the ground, white feathers surrounding the seat he took at the table. his eyes had grown dim again, the metal falling back into his skin, showing the usual silver glaze that they held. his trenchcoat turned its usual color, and the golden aura had left him for the most part. '' what did i miss?'' Exion asked as he lit up yet another cigarette.

Exion heard Rika's voice, and almost laughed lightly, and thought of actually cleaning up what he did, or what resulted from his actions. Exion sighed heavily as he took a drag off the cigarette, walking up to the bar, set on finding himself a drink. A few of the bottles were empty as he hopped over the bar itself. He would help himself to a bottle, he knew there had to be a stash for the Knights here somewhere, there always was. Sure enough, he stepped on a board, and could hear the echo below. He leaned down, and pulled on a metal ring from the floor. the floor groaned and creaked as the latch lifted. As he had suspected, there were a dozen or so bottles still in tact, and full, a secret stash for him to exploit.He gave a half hearted laugh, '' I found the Knights stash!'' he said as he looked over the bar at Dusk, who seemed intent on finishing his drink at the moment.

Rika, from what he could see, was reconstructing glass as he pulled two bottles of Whiskey, and a bottle of Vodka up from the hole, closing it slowly before setting the bottles on the bar's counter. Each Bottle set perfectly, before he jumped back over the counter, and picked them back up, moving slowly to the table that his group was sitting at, and setting them down yet again. '' Ah, now, for a drink.'' he said as he picked up the bottle, using his thumb to cut into the wooden cork holding the contents in the bottle. as he cut into it, he pulled the cork out, allowing the potent aroma of alcohol to fill his nostrils. He gave a heavy, and relaxed Sigh as he too a swig off the bottle, setting it down, allowing the burn to crawl down his throat.

'' Yes Dusk. I beat your father when his power was beginning to lose its hold. and from what i understand, i caused it to deplete alot quicker, during our battle. That last attack, destroyed the blades, and ruined your father's Fallen armor.'' he said with a low, unamused, nor very proud, voice.



The feeling of power covered the entire area in a suffocating blanket. Even his cloak couldnt keep him shelter from the raw energy floating around. He gave a sigh, and continued his walk down the vancant road. Travelers, finally, had come into view, People running as quickly as they could toward him, No, towards the way he came. He could smell the fear on them as they walked, the energy seemed so enticing at the moment. It was then that he realized all this energy around him, could go well for him. He closed his eyes as he walked, slowly feeling the power restore, his muscles hurt less, and his hunger slowly left.

There was something strong ahead, he could feel it, one growing stronger, while only a few moments later, a life was taken, and the strength of one, began to deplete as well. he was no longer sure if he wanted to go ahead, but as in most cases, curiousity got the best of him. the figure urged on, his gray/black cloak batting his legs, just above his black boots. The hood covered him completely only the slight glimps of golden light came from beneath his hood, as he found the source of all the comotion. he took a slow step into the pub, vacant as could be.

His feet creaked onto the floor, allowing everyone to know he was there, he grimaced a bit, and looked up to see who was looking at him.