It was sunset. The sun's rays were almost totally out of sight. Soon, darkness would fill the skies and alleyways of the city. Bandits would come out from hiding and beings from the abyss will walk the earth for one whole night, when the sun returns, the demons will sleep and wait for the next time darkness falls. For the next opportunity to spill the blood of mortals and earthlings alike.
We find Phiros roaming the lands of Imythess. Along his travels nothing particularly interesting happens. The quick beheading of a Monotaur was the most 'exciting' thing to happen. And so, he arrives at the Bloodseal Tavern. Not exactly his destination, but then again, he didn't really have one to begin with.

Phiros' loud steps traveled through the doorway and made their way to the small table in the corner. A place well suited for Phiros. Ugh... looks like there's quite a bit of people here. Phiros thinks to himself as he brings his hand up to brush through his long, Grey hair.
There were approximately 20-25 tables filling the tavern. All of which were surrounded by booze loving muscle-heads. Most of them were having arm wrestling competitions and intense games of knuckles. Sure, they were tough, but toughness was only a small portion of what you needed to become a true warrior... a true Sorcerer! Phiros, the decisive demon, leered his eyes to the barkeeper, who had been eying Phiros up the second he walked in. His sharp lips lifted into a malicious grin. Moments later; he spoke. "Despicable human! Avert your gaze!" he shouted aloud at the barkeeper, his long, razor sharp nails scratching their way through the surface of the wooden table. This is why I hate humans... their curiosity and greed is unmatched by any other race. Not to mention how weak they are! Phiros lifted his grin until it was now that of an eerie smile. "Putting that aside, get me six shots of your finest Rye." he turned his head to the left, giving the barkeeper the cold shoulder completely. He shifted his eyes from one table to the next, searching for anyone not under the category of mindless goon.

Alas, his search ended in failure. There was no one in sight worthy of his company. He knew there was more to the tavern in the back, but he couldn't be bothered to go take a look. He waited patiently for his drinks. Just before this he had taken on a few dozen orc and ogres. So he was really wanting to take a well deserved break.
Finally, his shots of Rye arrived.
"Alright. Just come on over to the bar when you're finished." said the barkeeper, sliding a shooter cup along the tabletop and toward Phiros.
Of course, Phiros caught the cup and poured some of the Rye in it. Just as quick as he filled the cup, he emptied it. Following that was a couple more shots. Phiros decided to slow down a bit, after all, he didn't want to be too drunk if something serious happened.

He sat almost motionless and without word at his table. His gaze wasn't meeting with anything but a fixed spot on the wood floor. It was there that he waited for something to happen... anything to happen...

She was regretting the other night, very much so. Fire Water was very painfully alcohol. If she had only known before she drank it. This hangover was killing her and once again she wished she could have the luxury of sleep, then she could do like so many others who got drunk and sleep it off. Hiding back here was probably not the best place to be. She was sitting on the floor under a table, her back against one of it’s legs. No one could see her, as she was shrouded in her shadows, completely invisible to even magical detection as long as she didn’t move. She didn’t want to move. She felt sick, dizzy and like she should throw up. She had done that already though and there was nothing left in her stomach. Her hatred for alcohol was even greater now. She just couldn’t handle the stuff, or perhaps it was because she couldn’t pass out from it…

The sounds were blurred around her and she ignored most of them, that was until someone sat down at the table she was hiding under. His boots almost touched her and were actually on her bag strap. She looked at them for a moment, annoyed at the fact that they were there, that they were touching her stuff. For a bit she simply stared at those feet. Then, in an almost vicious act she kicked them with both her own feet. Snatching her bag up she abandoned her hiding spot and attempted to knock both the stranger and his chair over in the process.

“Watch what you’re doing!” She snapped at him, knowing perfectly well it had been imposable for him to have noticed her and not caring. She turned her back on him, clutching her backpack to her, and stalked over to the nearest corner, well, she actually walked in a bit of a curve, still hung over and wobbly on her feet. Once there she dumped her bag and sat down with her back to the corner. There wasn’t much shadow here, it was a bad choice. She couldn’t dissolve away into the shadows here... perhaps she should just find a better place to go. Was it night outside yet? She let her gaze wander to the door in hopes of seeing weather it was day or night outside when whomever came in or left next opened the door. AD still stubbornly ignored nearly everyone else there, not caring what they were doing. The room spun a bit and her gaze dropped back down as her hands went to her temples. Alcohol had to be the worst thing that humans had. Angels and Demons didn’t normally have it. Most demons she knew drunk blood… didn't they? Either way, it didn’t make her feel any better.

Phiros had been sitting on his chair, leaning against the wall, when his feet were suddenly kicked! What the-- he peered down, under the table. There was nothing there. Nothing but a cloud of darkness. This doesn't seem-- suddenly, his thought was interrupted when an individual emerged from the darkness and darted straight at him. It was a female. Her form was limp and staggering as she pushed him away. "Watch what you're doing!" she shouted at him. Her small body was ready for the attack. That is until the alcohol took it's toll on her once again. She stumbled back and turned her head away from Phiros. It seemed she totally forgot about him now.
He watched the girl stagger about as she made her way to a table nearest to the corner, just on the other side of where his table was. Just a drunk... Phiros told himself, collecting his fallen chair and sitting back down.
It wasn't long before Phiros was feeling the effects of the Rye. The room seemed to tilt to the left... and then to the right... and then to the left again. Heh... that's the feeling I remember. Good ol' alcohol, heh heh heh. Phiros closed his fist and tightened it the best he could. He was feeling full of energy now. The harsh alcohol he consumed pumped him up. His next act made it obvious that he wanted a fight.
Just then, Phiros brought his arm up over his head, his fist tightening by the second. With his other hand he grabbed the bottle of Rye. There were about 3 shots left, so he guzzled it all. At the same time, he threw his fist down, smashing into the table's surface. The wooden table smashed into shreds and scattered across another table, where four muscle-bound men sat and drank.

They all jumped to their feet and looked at Phiros' slouched form. "What are we going to do to him, Boss?" said one of the men, slurring.
"Heh heh, yeah, Boss. What we gonna do to him, heh heh." said another. The 'Boss' they were referring to was in the front of the group. He wore a tight tee-shirt and a somewhat baggy pants with big black boots. On his head was a blood red bandanna and in his hand was some kind of wavy looking sword.
"Yes, what are you going to do to me?" said Phiros in a mocking tone. A wicked smile lifted as he took to his feet. Still, his eyes peering over at the small gang of men.
"Boys! Get 'em!" shouted the leader with an ugly smile on his face. All three of his goons darted for Phiros. All of them were holding clubs with barbed wire wrapped around it.
The other people in the tavern all scattered around in a fright. When one of the men reached Phiros, he took a wide swing at him with his weapon. Phiros quickly brought his arm up, the club then smashed into his forearm, the barbed wire cut it's way through his skin as well. Phiros' arm was now dripping with blood.
Regardless of the hit and the blood, Phiros was not harmed in anyway. The man's pathetic attempt to hurt or kill him ended in utter failure. And failures are looked down upon in Phiros' eyes.

Phiros glared at the man, still, his wicked smile planted on his face. The man's eyes were widened and he was obviously shocked at what just happened. "I-- I-- Impossible! I hit you with everythin--!!!!" suddenly Phiros threw his tightened fist straight into the man's gut. The man couldn't help but give out a painful yelp. Not to mention the power of Phiros' punch totally overwhelmed his weak, human body. And so, the man was pushed back by the force of the punch and knocked into one of the other guys. The one Phiros punched stayed down, holding his gut in pain. The other just had to shake his head a bit and he was able to get back up. But before that, the one guy that was standing also tried to hit Phiros with his club. unlike last time, Phiros didn't really wanna take another hit, especially from such inferior creatures that humans most definitely were, at least to him.
So he took a crouch and avoided the attack. Following that, Phiros ripped through his coat with his demonic wings, revealing them for they were hidden under his coat this entire time. The sharp tips of the wings acted as their own knives, Phiros knew that, so he pushed one of them into the man's throat while the other made it's way into his ribcage.
Phiros pulled his wing out immediately after it made a new hole on the man's neck. Blood gushed everywhere. All over Phiros, the floor, himself and even a bit on the ceiling. He then lifted the man, using his other wing, and tossed him at the leader's tall form. The leader side stepped and the man's body flopped past him and smashed into a table.
The leader turned his head over to Phiros, he then spoke, "A Demon!? Damnit! Lloyd!" he faced his hired goon, "Let's go! together! We'll finish him for sure!"
The man nodded and faced phiros. The two were about to start charging at him when--

Aether Draka heard a sound and looked up from where she sat. There was a commotion, of some sort, the wise or perhaps only frightened getting out of the way of something… a fight. Her first instinct was to just go and kill the demon, the memories of her training under the Angel who raised her to fight against the damned kicking in. Her dagger was in hand before she had realized it.

She didn’t get up though, reality crashing down on her, as she smelled the blood of both the demon and mortals. She remembered. She was part demon too… in fact she had met an avatar of her grandmother and any demon with an avatar had to weald some power in the Abyss. The angel who raised her had never told her that she was of mixed blood, but she under stood why it had always been so painful to be around such a celestial being. She was used to that sort of pain, it was an odd comfort… She blinked as the demon revealed himself. A longing for wings sprang up in her as he spread his own. She didn’t have wings… She wasn’t jealous though. Instead she was reminded of another demon she knew. She wondered if the story was similar or if perhaps this demonic being would deem her filth for having both bloods, or if that would be noticed. Most thought her a half-elf anyways, that was unless they knew what to look for.

She watched with a sort of disconnected gaze. Her thoughts stumbling around as if they too were recovering from her hang over. Blood splatters from the demon’s arm and the severed neck dotted the floor and she was reminded that she really should eat. But she also should go back to the library again, and perhaps she should look for someone she knew, like she had told the man in the forest she was going to do when she got to Taras.

Her thoughts trailed of and she flipped the dagger backwards so it lay flat against her arm, the point near her elbow. As the foolish mortal men, with all their supposed strength, tried to gather together against this lone and probably insane demon, she actually laughed at them. She hadn’t expected to actually laugh and she wondered if all demons were crazy and if she was too then. “Probably am…” She murmured to herself, cutting the bit of laughter short. She wasn’t interested in any sort of battle between good and evil anymore. She had decided to not be part of it. She didn’t want to fight against people she knew and she knew too many of both demonic and angelic blood… just none seemed to be in Taras right now. Perhaps there was a battle somewhere that they had been called off to. No…

She stood and wavered slightly. Catching herself on the back of a recently vacated chair. Her gaze wondered about for a moment, curiosity causing her to wonder if this place even had a bouncer or if it was just the barkeep or the ‘regulars’ who dealt with bar fights. This place didn’t seem the type to call on the guards or something.

Phiros couldn't afford to pay any attention to anything else but the two fools headed straight for him. Although they lacked the ability to kill Phiros, any madman could pull a fluke off. Phiros knew of their intension's. They wanted his head so that they could have leverage over more demons who dared pass by. Heck, he'd probably want his wings too.
The two drunk men reached Phiros at nearly the exact same time. The goon took his club and swung it wildly at Phiros' head. The leader seemed to hesitate though. He, unlike the goon, jumped back and reached in to his belt. There was countless daggers located all around his belt. He pulled four of the daggers out and tossed them all at Phiros with one quick sweep of the arm.
Hmph. Phiros muttered seemingly, leaning to the side and executing a barrel roll, avoiding the daggers completely and at the same time; avoiding the goon's club. "The fools." he followed that up by charging his staff up and bringing it up to act as a temporary guard.

Now! he pointed his staff at the leader and darted towards him. His speed and overall agility overwhelmed him. He didn't even have enough time to bring his hand up to make a weak attempt at a guard. Phiros' smashed his staff into the leader's gut. Just then, bolts of electricity emerged from within the staff and electrocuted him until he dropped the other daggers he was just about to throw. After that Phiros withdrew his staff and leaned back, now standing on the heel of his foot. He then pivotted to the right and twisted his form. He then ascended his left leg and smashed it into the leader's temple.
His head, immediately after being hit, flew back and fell hard against the hard floor below. After colliding against the floor and causing a small pool of blood to seep across the surface of the tavern's floor, Phiros turned his attention to the goon, who was now standing motionless, staring in complete shock at his once fabled leader's fall.

It was then when Phiros spoke, "Leave this place. Leave this place and I will spare your meaningless existence. Go Now!" Phiros slammed the bottom of his staff hard against the floor, creating sparks of lightning.
The man widened his eyes and nodded. After that he took off through the exit, leaving his pride behind.
Phiros tilted his neck to the side, cracking his neck. He withdrew his wings and hid them in his coat once again. There were now holes located on the back though, so the wings were seen faintly. "Bastards..." he finished by walking up to the chair he was previously at. He sat down and sighed, "A good drink ruined."

Aether Draka’s gaze drifted among those humans and the demonic man. The dispute was quick to end and she found herself staring at the demon. She wondered mildly how long she had been looking at him with such an unwavering and unblinking gaze, but his words reached her easily over the hushed sounds of the bar once there was an apparent end to the confrontation.

She moved suddenly, her gazer shifting to her bag as her dagger went tip first in the table before her. Picking up the bag at her feet by its strap a tiny dragon zipped his way out of it and flew around her head once before disappearing behind her head. It tucked itself between her hair and the back of her neck. She opened the bag and fished out a bottle that was shoved almost carelessly on the top. The clear glass bottle was practically empty, only about three inches or so of clear liquid left in the bottom. She stood then, shrugging the bag over one shoulder and holding the bottle in the other hand. As she passed by the table the dagger was loosed and returned to her side in a manner one would not expect from someone who walked as unsteadily as she did. There was only a flash of steel before the blade was sheathed.

She started for the bar, the thought of food still on her mind. Bread, for some reason, sounded good and she wondered if there was any more here. She ignored the bodies and blood, stepping over one and going around the other. As she passed by the demonic man she basically shoved the clear bottle at him, letting it go and not knowing if he would catch it or not.

“This might help.” She mumbled and continued to the bar where she half leaned, half fell against it. She waited a moment for the barkeep to look her way. “You wouldn’t have any bread or something, would you? I think I can keep it down now…”

She watched the barkeep turn from her and mutter something to a passing barmaid. She waited a moment and the maid came back with half a loaf of bread in her hand. The barkeep took it from her and walked over to AD, stopping on the other side of the counter. “How much you paying for it?” He asked, pointing the loaf at her face. He seemed a bit perturbed or something. He didn’t have to be that way with her. She wasn’t the one causing trouble. If it was trouble he wanted he would have to wait until she felt better.

“Depends on how old it is.” She said flatly, staring at him with her unblinking gaze for a moment then snatching the bread from his fingers. It wasn’t too hard, a day old or so… She said nothing else and turned away, pushing off the bar with her other hand. She already paid for the first loaf and hadn’t been able to stomach it. That one had been a rock though, not worth the coin.

((OOC: the bottle contains 151 proof Vodka from an earlier thread...))

OOC - Very nice.

IC - Phiros raised a single brow at the girl who now stood before him. She had thrown a thin bottle at him and whispered a few words, "This might help". He squinted at the bottles liquid content and smiled. It was vodka. Luscious, beloved vodka. He shifted his eyes up and stared at the woman, that being Aether Draka. She was a delicate girl indeed. Her figure was so small and fragile compared to that of Phiros' own. Never has he laid his eyes upon such a small demon. No... wait.... he lifted his nose a bit higher, sniffing the girl's scent. She's no pure bread... he glanced down, noting a loaf of bread in the girl's hands, Heh heh heh.... such amusing situations I find myself in sometimes.... he let out a slight laugh before stopping himself.
Just then, Phiros stuck the tip of his fingernail into the cork, that sealed the bottle of little vodka, and flicked it off. The sound of the cork plopping out made Phiros chuckle aloud. He shook his head and stopped himself yet again, before looking like a fool. Perhaps it was the alcohol that made him kneel to the laughter.

That was when it hit him. No one's even cleaning up the aftermath of my slaughter... how amusing. They must be so used to things like this that they no longer bother. Heh heh heh heh. he shrugged as he looked back down at the bottle of vodka. He had almost forgotten that he opened it. With one last smile sent at the girl, Phiros guzzled down the vodka in one swig. He wiped his mouth and placed the bottle on his palm and let out his hand. He smiled maliciously as he stared at the bottle. He then wrapped his long fingers around the base of the bottle and squeezed with all his might. The bottle smashed within his grasp and shards of glass were sent to the floor.
"The drink... it was good." was all Phiros could say as he fought for self-control.

She heard the man laughing a bit and she wondered what he was so happy about. Glancing at him she saw that the bodies were still there. Perhaps they were making sure there wouldn’t be more. They were letting the blood stain the floor. Abruptly she looked back at the barkeep, who’s face was turning a few shades of red. “You might want to get that picked up before it stains.” She shot at him, the calmness still there under the tone, and started away from the bar, using it like a barrier between her and the man. She ignored him then, not caring even if the barkeep decided to try and make her pay for a dry bit of bread. Her gaze scanned over the tavern, looking not for companionship but a better place to hide in the shadows. It seemed that the fight had caused others to shift into the shadows were they would be less noticed, and there were enough filthy and vile types here that she didn’t feel like getting too close to most of them.

A sharp sound brought her attention back to the demonic man. Broken glass shimmered in the lamplight on the floor as his voice reached her again. She blinked and her thoughts wandered for a moment. She found herself comparing him to Lynthaer then, a bit shorter, his eyes didn’t glow, his voice didn’t have the same quality to it… AD shook her head. No. It wasn’t the same thing at all. She absently took a bite of bread and swallowed in. It’s bland flavor reminding her of travel rations. Gah… Hunting might be a better course, but that meant leaving the city and there had been too many guards for her liking about at night.

Curiosity finally caught hold of her then after trying a few times already. Her feet brought her closer to him and her question rang out over the softer murmur of voices as the noise level started to slowly return. “You wouldn’t know anyone called Lynthaer, would you?” Her actual intension with asking such a question was only her own curiosity, but it would be imposable for anyone to know her true intensions through the chaos that ruled her mind.

Phiros simply smiled at Aether Draka as her question reached his ears. Lynthaer? He knew no such person, why Aether would think he did, he didn't know. But there must have been a reason. After gathering himself enough to make a few simple words, Phiros spoke, "No... I don't know such a person... but let me guess..." he stumbled around in his chair, occasionally pushing against the table to keep himself up, "I must remind you of him for you to ask me such a thing.... am I right?" he licked at his lips before letting out a slight chuckle. His entire posture drooped to the side, as if some invisible wire were slowly pulling him down to the ground, where the lives of his previous prey ended. His eyes looked around the room aimlessly, not looking for any particular target. That is, until they stopped back on the woman. "Is this man a Demon such as I?" he lifted his smile higher and pulled his chair in closer to the table. He practically threw himself on the table in order to sit properly, or at least look civilized, even though he was anything but that.

OOC - sorry for the some-what-short post. I'm a bit rushed at the moment. :P

Aether Draka was a bit disappointed by the fact that he didn’t know Lynthaer. Her spirits rose again when he asked her a question in turn though and it seemed to click something off in her mind. It was her favorite game, the game of questions. It wasn’t too much of a question, but she could always try to see if he could play it. Before she could compose her reply though, a true question came forth.

She smiled for real, not caring that he probably wouldn’t talk for much longer, but why not take the opportunity to satisfy her curiosity? Sometimes things proved useful, even if most of the things she knew were often quite useless to her.

Pulling up a chair at the table he was practically laying on now, she ignored the soft clank of her shoe hitting the glass that had been the bottle she had given him. What use was broken glass anyways?

“Not really, no. He’s rather… different. I don’t think he would have spilt blood. Of course, there would still be bodies…” she trailed off, remembering the village of Kellen and all the lives taken that night. Only the sun had halted Lynthaer attack, even with her attempt to extend it. It had been fun, exhausting, but fun. It had been rewarded though, as she did mange to meet a centaur later. That was why she had gone to Kellen in the first place, to see if the story was true, to see if a man and his horse both died in battle that they would be reborn as a centaur. She brought her attention back to the stranger then, a new question on her mind.

“How fast do you think you can fly?”

Phiros rolled to the right and listened well to Aether's words. He snickered at the thought that she spoke so highly of this Lynthaer character, what could he do that I couldn't? Sooner or later, he was bound to find out. This girl... there's something... not right with her. She's speaking with me as if I were her friend, her ally. Heh, well she's not a foe, that's for sure... at least not yet.... he rolled his eyes to the back of his head and stretched out his neck. He was beginning to feel lazy, thanks to the alcohol.
Just when Phiros was about to speak, Aether Draka let out another question.
"How fast do you think you can fly?" is what she said, her tone sounding a bit cocky to Phiros.
He replied with a straight out, "It's not speed that counts, it's agility and overall dexterity. Although speed does help..." he finished with a rough burp and a shake of the head. He looked Aether in the eyes, trying to read her motive for speaking with him. After all, he had that sort of 'skill' of reading one's motives. Something he was blessed with since birth, I guess.

He saw no lying in her eyes, only truth, the painful and honest truth. There would be no deception with this one. He peered deeper in Aether's soul, he saw a great deal of terrible acts she had committed, as well as the heroic acts. "This girl seems to be on her own side, neither light, nor darkness. I could be wrong though, I have been before.... with that, Phiros averted his gaze and decided to speak,
"Now why would you ask a question like that? Unless you too knew how to defy the laws of gravity..." he shuffled to the side, trying to see Aether's back. It was no good, nothing could be seen, but they could've been hidden, so Phiros didn't come to and conclusions just yet.

((OOC: reading her would be harder then reading most other people, as she gained “Chaotic Mind” from Shadowdancing. She could hide all her thoughts and emotions from him if she wished to.))

His answer set her hard on thought, his question even more so. She paused to think about it, sitting back in her chair and tucking her feet underneath her. She had yet to notice that her hangover was passing, as wrapped up in her curiosity as she was. This was, after all, the game of questions. It gave her a path for her thoughts to follow without making things too random for her listener.

“No.” She said finally. “I can’t fly, not real flight anyways, though I am a little obsessed with it. I sadly don’t have the wonder of wings. Many of the closest people in my life do, did...” she stumbled a bit, not knowing if she should include Raven and the other angels she knew in that statement, as she was nearly certain that they had abandoned her to this mortal plane and to the pits of the Abyss at her death. Raven said she had time though and she knew what she wanted to do in that time, but summoning a demon prince was not something to be taken lightly and she wasn’t willing to have someone else do it after the trouble she had with getting a half-angel to summon Raven for her. Those thoughts were fleeting though, something she was dealing with in a different time and place. She continued after her stumble as if it hadn’t happened. “…though, and as flying is so much faster then walking I was often carried along. If I knew a way for me to gain wings...”

She trailed off, the longing for the rush of flight darkening her demeanor. She perked up a bit then. "I guess not having wings would be better then having them and not being able to fly though"

That did leave an impression in her mind though and so from her own personal quest she asked a very open question. “Do you know a lot about magic then?”

"It's a pity... I don't know what I'd to if I couldn't defy the gods laws." he smiled, leaning back on his chair, treating it as a rocking chair. He threw his legs up onto the table's perfectly flat surface, at the same time not trying to draw attention to himself by being so loud. He then rested his right hand on his side, the tapping of his fingers then commenced as he listened to Aether Draka's next question.
Phiros didn't really know why this girl was asking so many questions, but she was keeping him company and at the same time; not annoying him. So the night was going good so far for Phiros, beside the fact that he was ambushed just before this delightful conversation.
After Aether's question came to a close, Phiros paused, his eyes narrowing over to his staff, which was resting calmly on his lap. He raised a single brow at it and looked back at Aether, "I know enough, darling." he said, bringing up his staff and setting gently on the table. He gestured to Aether to have a look, "A basic staff. I'm afraid I'm not the wealthiest of travellers, so it'll have to make do. Beside, my knowledge over the dark arts is enough." Phiros exclaimed, sliding the staff across the table and in front of Aether Draka. He nodded as he reached to his backside. He pulled out a book. A thick book with a thick, hard cover. The pages looked to be wet and partially ripped. Not a good sight at all. "My pathetic excuse for a spell book..." he threw it on the tabletop, it created a loud smacking noise. It made more than a couple of heads turn Aether and Phiros' way....

OOC - XD!! Sorry, I'm a bit rushed at the moment, but it's an alright post :P

“The gods laws?” She wondered out loud. She didn’t think she understood that statement at all and the confusion was clear on her face for a bit until he showed her what he had as far as magical things. As far as AD most people worth knowing could fly, and they were on both sides of the Great War, but that war wasn’t everywhere and she was attempting to stay out of it now, or at least on the edges of it. Normal, everyday people knew nothing of the Great War, but any who had Angelic or Demonic blood seemed to fight it instinctually even her own sides had fought, killing her, until she had brought them into a truce. There would be little chance of her ever bringing the Angels and Demons to a truce, but she felt she could protect her friends from those trapped on one side or the other… as she was trapped in between. None of that helped her understand what flying had to do with defying any sort of god or the laws of any place.

She shook that thought away with a shake of her head, if she remembered she could always ask about it later. Her attention then went to the staff and book, no prime and polished things. She didn’t know the difference really and she soon forgot about the entire concept of ‘gods laws’ and even flying. Now other questions came to mind.

“Do you really need a spell book to learn magic? I’ve never seen one before. How does that work? And how would one use a staff for magic? Does it…” She caught herself asking too many questions in a row again and stopped mid-question. She looked up at him then, her emerald eyes trying to tell if she had messed up there.

“Sorry.” She said, blushing slightly and looking down at her hands. She was embarrassed by what so many would refer to as an outburst of questions and hoping that she hadn’t just made him mad, as asking so many questions like that often made many people mad. They would ignore her questions, stair at her and then talk about what ever they wanted to, or simply tell her she asks too many questions and walk away. It had happened for a specific reason though, he had broken the game of questions, there had been no question for her to answer, so her curiosity had taken hold and she ended up asking all of her questions in a quick row. She was tempted to leave then, not wanting to be there anymore even though she really did want to know the answers to her questions, all of them if possible.

She then saw the light mark on the palm of her off hand then. The only visible scar from the angels, something she suddenly despised. They had hurt her, abandoned her, and perhaps she should just go to the other side of this war then, the side she had fought on before... before she knew she was demonic too. The angels had only been using her, they didn’t need her and didn’t care if she ever needed them. It probably would be best for her to just go... to disappear into her shadows again... She clenched her fist, lost in thought and silence for a moment.

((OOC: AD actually thinks this way, hope I haven’t lost you! AD is just a bit confused. :) ))

Phiros chuckled uncontrollably at Aether Draka. She seemed to be getting shy around Phiros, either that or she was embarrassed to the max. How he came to this conclusion was simple; Aether's face was as red as the blood he loved to spill. She asked question after question and just as she was about to ask another, she stopped herself before she could finish it. Phiros looked up at her, wondering why she halted her words. She wasn't being abrasive in any way, the look on Aether's face told Phiros that she most likely thought she was. Such a delicate woman... she shouldn't feel uncomfortable in any way around me... then he thought back, Aether Draka had witnessed the murders of three men not fifteen minutes ago. That made his thought seem like a complete load of crap, even to him. Now Phiros was usually the violent type and if anyone asked as much questions as Aether did, he would definitely think something was up, but seeing as he was pretty tipsy and Aether was a woman, he let that pass. So with the best smile he could conjure, Phiros spoke once again to the woman before him, Aether Draka, "Heh heh heh, well... you don't absolutely need a spell book.... but it helps alot." Looking down at his sorry excuse for a spell book, Phiros sighed. I really need to get a new book, this just won't do. He shook his head, ridding himself of anymore thoughts about his dumb book.
He then answered another one of Aether Draka's questions, "And... there are numerous spells in this book that serve it's own purpose. Even though I can hardly make out what they say anymore..." Phiros shook his head yet again, he hated his spell book. Every time he looked at it he felt cheap, like some poor human that should be living in some alleyway somewhere. He badly wanted another one, but sadly, he's just too poor to afford anything of value.


"As for the st-- Phiros was interrupted by a hic-up, due to the large consumption of alcohol. He laughed a bit at himself before continuing on with what he was about to say, "Like I was saying... The staff is used to channel one's mana into magical attacks. Some don't need such weapons, but I do...." Just then, Phiros thought about a certain someone.
When he was younger and just getting into magic, he had met another half-fiend such as himself. His name was Gaia and he specialized in the same element Phiros did, the element of darkness. The two felt nothing but hatred for each other, even though none of them even knew the other. It was as if fate planned this since the beginning of time. Gaia could extract the mana from his body without the help of a magical weapon and it proved to be useful for him because he was much more powerful than Phiros because of that. This angered Phiros, just knowing there was another half-fiend out there... who was stronger than him... made his fist clench automatically in utter anger.
Phiros then took a brief look around the tavern. No one cleaned up the mess Phiros caused yet, and it didn't look like anyone was going to. He then turned back to face Aether, her face was still red. "No need to be shy... there's nothing you did that you should feel embarrassed about." with that, he called out to the barkeeper, "Another bottle of Rye."

OOC - I was at a loss of words for this one, he heh so sorry if it seems a bit.... I dunno.... bleak.

((OOC: I like it. :) AD has an interesting perspective… All demons have bleak back-stories though. Now for a bit of AD’s randomness… :lol: and perhaps another fight?))

She heard him laughing and for some reason her blush seemed to be worsen, making her face feel hot. She felt better though as he started to talk, drawing her thoughts away from her latest encounter with a part Celestial and back to the much more pleasant talk of magic. She didn’t quite understand why a spell book would help with magic. It would only have the spells the person knew and if you already knew the spell, why would you need it in a book? Well, perhaps if you were prone to forgetting, but AD didn’t forget things. She was starting to wonder if people forgot things in their sleep or something. She didn’t know much about sleep, as she didn’t, but it was interesting.

As he mentioned that he couldn’t make out what some of the spells said, she folded her arms on the table and rested her chin on her arms, not even noticing that somewhere in the midst’s of the conversation she had managed to finish the bread and hadn’t gotten sick from it. Slowly, she was getting over her hangover, though as wrapped up as she was in her own thoughts and questions she wasn’t as bothered by it as she had been.She stayed quiet for a bit as the request for more rye was made. She had countless more questions to ask, and he didn’t seem to mind her asking them. She just had to make sure to keep them slower, especially now that the game of questions was over. The game of questions didn’t always work anyways, but it helped.

How could a book serve it’s own purpose? Why can’t he read them anymore? What sort of mana could be channeled through a staff? Hadn’t she read somewhere that magic and metal didn’t mix, or was that just knights blowing off steam? Paladins seemed to be able to use magic fine with armor, as with angels and plenty of demons, so not everything one read or heard was true, but she wanted them to be. Why did he use a staff? Why was he here? Just to get drunk and fight? Had something caused him to come here? She suddenly sat up. Why did she care? She didn’t even know him…

But… she did. She knew all about demons and angels. She had been trained about them and their, and her, history. Everything about how to recognize who had demonic or angelic blood, so you knew who you could call on to aid you and who to attack before they attacked you. But… she didn’t attack those with demonic blood first anymore, not after she found out she shared that blood… She knew the danger, the actions they would take, and she expected them to kill. It was part of them, part of her, unavoidable and… normal. It was the celestials that posed her a threat now, she knew how they thought, they acted, and that they would want to help her… They can’t, and they didn’t like that… so they became angry.

“I’m going outside for a bit. I don’t much care for sitting in a place where they let flesh rot and serve bad food.” Aether Draka said suddenly and a bit loudly, looking right at the barkeeper as he brought ‘Another bottle of Rye’. She hated the smell of rotting flesh for some reason… and they were starting to attract flies. She stood, the chair scraping against to floor.

“Not until you pay for your food.” The barkeeper snapped at her. It was then that the bouncers finally showed. They were more then willing to make her pay while they had been less willing to get involved with Phiros’ fight. They weren’t for fights then…

“Like you could make me.” she retorted and moved to walk past the bouncers. The nearest one stepped in front of her, blocking her way. She paused and looked up at the man.

Phiros sighed, looking down on his pathetic 'equipment'. Then Aether spoke her words, "I’m going outside for a bit. I don’t much care for sitting in a place where they let flesh rot and serve bad food" she said, standing up. Phiros sighed, collecting the Rye from the barkeeper's hands. He agreed with Aether, this place was as sanitary as an outhouse, but still, it was pretty much the only place where they didn't ask questions and neither did he. The barkeeper didn't like what Aether said very much, and he expressed his feelings openly. "Not until you pay for your food" the barkeeper said, rushing to Aether Draka. He gestured to the 'Bouncers', telling them it was time to get off their pansy asses and finally do some work. The last time something broke out they didn't exactly pull hero of the day. Aether retorted, saying that the bouncers couldn't do squat to make her pay for her horrid loaf of bread she received earlier. Just then, one out of the four bouncers stood between Aether and her exit. "I think you better pay the man." he said abruptly, sticking his wide chin up into the air in the process, really trying to act big and tough toward Aether. Probably cause the fact that she's a she, a woman.

They didn't act that way toward Phiros, so that showed just what kind of 'men' they were. "Did you hear me wench? I said you best pay the man! Do I have to yell it out or somethin'!?" the bouncer was angry now, angry that a woman, or in his words; a wench, would defy him. To him, women were just tools, their purpose was to do one thing and one thing only, serve the men. "I don't see you taking out money!" just then, the bouncer raised his arm.

Phiros was watching from where he sat, quietly. To be honest, he was pissed. To think a worthless human would speak that way, especially to the likes of Aether Draka, a most magnificent being, truly her existence was a blessing... in a dark sorta way.
Phiros clenched the bottle of Rye, his anger for the foolish human growing with each word that seeped from his mouth. Quiet you fool. You'll only get yourself.... killed. Wait a second, that's what I want, heh heh heh heh. Phiros suddenly lifted his sharp lips into a wide smile. It stretched from the bottom of one ear to the next. A wicked smile indeed. He then took to his feet and faced in the direction of the foolish bouncer. Without a word he darted at the man, coming in contact with him within three seconds. The bouncer was much larger than Phiros, but that didn't matter, Phiro's superior strength would prove to be the victor in the end. "You should have kept your mouth shut, human. Now you'll suffer the consequences of your foolish words." with that and not another second wasted, Phiros delivered a lethal blow to the bouncer's neck. A key vital point for any man, everyone needed their neck to save their hide. He used his talon-like nails to rip through the man's flesh. His glistening blood seeped from within him and down his torso.... and eventually, his legs. The bouncer's now limp form dropped to the floor. It twitched for a while before coming to a dead stop. The amount of blood lost was too great for any human to endure.

The rest of the bouncers were now in a state of fright, but at the same time, they couldn't run away. They didn't want to be known as inferior. So they all roared, "Get 'em! Don't let 'em escape!"
Phiros only laughed a maniacal laugh. The bouncers actually thought they stood a chance against both Phiros and Aether.
The bouncers all charged Phiros and Aether, their fists well equipped with sharp tipped knuckle busters. Three out of the four bouncers attacked Phiros, while the remaining one bouncer went for Aether Draka. It was painfully obvious now that the bouncers were underestimating her, and Phiros had a hunch she was about to make them pay dearly for their dire mistake.

At any rate, this was beginning to be a pleasant evening...

OOC - Ok, this post is a little better I think haha hope you like it ;)

She almost didn’t even bother with these men. Size had never bothered her anyways. They weren’t worth even knowing, most people weren’t, after all. They knew nothing of the Great War, of blood, of Angels or of Demons; they knew nothing and could not have an opinion in such ignorance. The first loaf wasn’t worth the coin, let alone the second one. She had already said she wasn’t going to pay for it. Anger greater then the bouncer’s flashed across Aether Draka’s own eyes as the bouncer became angry at her. He had no right to treat her like this and there was no way she was going to take back her words. She wouldn’t pay for it. Her words had value, as she believed all words did, and she was not about to stain her own truth because some bruit wanted her to. Her fingers itched for her blade, just one move toward her and she would strike. AD already had the blade tip’s path set in her mind, right through his Adam’s apple and up into his thoughtless brain… but before that could happen, someone else moved. Flashing past her was Phiros, launching himself at the offending man. Her blade was in hand then, facing out as it would have needed to be for the attack she had been planning on. It didn’t matter now, Phiros had already spilled the man’s blood. There was no justice to it though, as AD never sought for justice. There was no value, no meaning attached to the death. All things die. The man meant nothing to her, but in turn, Phiros now meant something to her. He had helped her, with no asking or request. She smiled, adding him to the mental list of friends. Weather he knew it or not, the next time she met him, she would be on his side. This was almost instinctual for her, the only problem with it being if two people she considered friends were fighting. It was a strong possibility, as she knew both demonic and angelic beings.

Another body fell to the floor, more blood staining it. Then they decided to all attack at once. Three went for Phiros, the more obvious threat. That was common though, something most people did, going for her friend and not her. There was practically no one attacking her most of the time. It had happened a few times that the attackers had even tried to ‘rescue’ her from her friend’s attacks. It was something she found annoying at times. She glanced toward the bouncer who was now swinging an armed fist at her in some sort of wild swing. It was a blow meant for the side of her face. She stepped back with her right foot, placing it to the back and left of where her left foot was. Her blade turned around in her hand, flipping backwards along her arm. She bent her knees just a bit and her free hand shot up to catch the man’s fist where it would have been only inches from her face. She led the arm on its way and ignored his now open side for a better blow. Bringing her blade up into the man’s armpit she severed a main artery that led directly from his right arm to his heart. She helped him move forward more with the movement, having to step forward with her left leg in order to keep her balance and letting him stumble past her, loosing her blade as he fell away. She didn’t bother to wait for him to die, there was no magic in the air and he would die quickly enough, his own heartbeat draining the life from him. As always, her gaze turned to the one directing the chaos, the leader of such a moldy group and the one paying them, the barkeep. She wasn’t worried about Phiros, she had seen him take down many humans at once already and more humans would not fair much better. Humans never fought well against those with demonic blood, or angelic blood for that matter, they never have.

As her gaze fell upon the man she saw a smirk, as if he felt his bouncers would do better. She didn’t like this attitude at all. Time to change it… AD cast fear on the barkeeper and as she walked toward him she saw the fear settle across his features. The green handled elven blade was drawn in her other hand, also flipped backwards along her arm where she would use it both as a shield and to do either an outward slash or a inward stabbing attack. She hadn’t quite planned on attacking the barkeep yet though, she didn’t even care weather he thought he could let her leave or not. She could always go when and where she wanted.

Phiros was far too angry at the foolish humans to pay even a fragment of his attention to Aether Draka. He never seen the woman fight before, but he had a feeling she wasn't about to be put away by a single human.
Just then, one of the Bouncers lunged at Phiros, gripping his right arm tightly with both of his arms. The second one came up and did the same thing, only on the opposite side. Phiros could have thrown the two across the room if he wanted to, but no, he wanted to see what these pathetic humans had in them, if they were really as tough as they thought they were. That's when the third Bouncer charged Phiros' now open chest. Upon coming in contact with Phiros, the Bouncer ascended his right knee and slammed it into the gut of the waiting demon, the dark natured one known as Phiros. The human's inferior strength was laughable in Phiros' eyes. To think, they went through all this trouble to hold Phiros in place and attack him, but in the end, their attempts were as useful as a sword without a blade.
All Phiros could do was laugh a little inside, soon though, it would escalate into a sick, twisted maniacal laugh that would fill everyone who heard it into a frightful little girl. Before you knew it, 'soon' was now and Phiros let out a kind of laugh the devil would even find uncomfortable. The Bouncers all paused, their sweat told Phiros just how scared they really were. So why kill them? For the same reason they chose to bother Aether, just for the hell of it.
"Hahahaha!! Do you see!? Hahahahaha!! Do you see my laughter!?" Phiros suddenly lunged his right arm at the Bouncer who tried so desperately to subdue it. He wrapped his long, sharp fingers around the neck of the man and squeezed. The man kicked and kicked, trying hard to break free of the raging demon's hold. It was no use, Phiros was too strong. Soon the life of the human would be lost, sent into the depths of the abyss... where all his sins would consume his very soul. Meanwhile, the Bouncer that was holding Phiros' other arm was throwing punches, all of them were hitting Phiros, but none of them did enough damage to cause even the smallest mark, nor a single sign of the attacks phasing Phiros. And so, Phiros turned his head to the side, still holding the other Bouncer's life within his grasp. He then lunged his other arm at the man, grabbing his throat as well. Now there were two Bouncer's about to meet face to face with death, thanks to Phiros. As for the third Bouncer, he ran away shortly after the second Bouncer's run in with Phiros' gaze. The pansy.

That's when Phiros glanced over to Aether. He was wondering what she did to the Bouncer she had to deal with. Then he seen it, his eyes came across the pleasent sight of the Bouncer, dead. Lying there on the floor, motionless, breathless, lifeless. A sight to behold in Phiros eyes. He didn't know what it was, seeing death was like being born, over and over again. She spilled the blood of that man with utmost gore, I love it. Phiros let out his tongue and licked at his small razor teeth. He then turned back to the two Bouncer's he held before him. They stopped kicking now. An obvious sign to let go. However, it was all a trick. The Bouncers thought if they stopped kicking and didn't move, Phiros would think that they had passed on. A foolish move. Phiros could feel their pulse, they were still alive. "Don't play dead with me!!" Phiros roared, swinging the two Bouncers around and around in one giant circle. He then let go and watched as both their bodies soared through the air. Within seconds they both landed roughly on the wooden tavern floor. Due to the harsh physical strength Phiros possessed, their bodies created their own individual crater as they landed. If they weren't dead before, they were now.

The barkeeper was afraid, she knew the spell had taken effect, but he was trying to make a front of it. Perhaps he thought he should stand up to her, as it was his tavern. She had no doubt that a place like this could find a new barkeep again. She didn’t know how such a place was run and didn’t want to know. Alcohol was not something she liked, as she felt so sick from it the next day. The barkeeper stood his ground, more as if he was rooted from a lack of knowing where to go next, or how to reply. He could always have them simply kicked out and keep his face.

AD had no idea what was on the man’s mind. She didn’t like to argue and he seemed bent on arguing with her. She spoke as she came up to the man. “I said I wasn’t going to pay for it, and I won’t. You cannot make me pay for such a thing. Do you understand me at all?”

Driven by fear, anger, and now being spoken to like that caused the barkeep to do something that was either very clever or very foolish. He opened his mouth. “You, you did this on purpose, you came in here with that man, who makes a mess and murders paying costumers, so that you can just walk out of here with what ever you want to. I bet you are both demon spawn and are only taking out your anger on others because you fear us. We all have something you don’t and it makes you angry, so you won’t stop with killing me, or with killing everyone in this bar, or even this city, perhaps in this entire land, but you will never get what we have. I also think that there are few here who feel like dieing now and I doubt you could take them all on." He was trying to convince not only himself of this, but trying to get the other patrons involved as well. AD, as ignorant as she was in the ability to read people, doubted her spell had worked then, and was profoundly confused and a little worried about what he had just said. She stopped walking then, and a sound reached her from behind, Phiros yelled at the men to stop playing dead and she looked back to see them being thrown away from him.

As soon as she looked away, the barkeeper started to run for it. At the same time, some others decided that they weren’t about to be killed either. These new people, hidden in dark cloaks wilding things fairly lethal no doubt, only flashed for a moment before her eye when the shadows at her feet seemed to reach up and swallow her whole. The shadows dispersed and she was gone.

AD then came from the shadows in the corner where she had been sitting before approaching Phiros. She stepped out of the shadows and started for the door, her footsteps silent. She paused at the doorway. “Like I said. It’s not like you can stop me from going anywhere.” She pushed open the door and caught sight of a dark sky outside. She felt better then, pausing a moment to look up and for a single moment, wishing she could fly too.

((OOC: AD has not actually left the building yet.))

Phiros cared not for the bouncers now. Aether Draka was at the center of his attention. The way her expression looked... it was as if she was empty inside. Like there was no one in her life that offered her any kind of interest... perhaps Phiros' readings on the woman were wrong, perhaps she was just really good at shielding her true emotions.... perhaps.
Phiros watched as Aether peered up into the dark night sky. Her shadow stretched from her current position, across the tavern floor and up to Phiros. He threw his head to the side, cracking his neck. He then took a couple of steps up to Aether. She was still looking into the sky. It was obvious to Phiros just how fascinated she was now. What was she thinking? Was she day dreaming about life in the sky? Was she dreaming about having wings? Who knew.
That was when Phiros decided to speak to Aether, "I bet one day, you'll grow wings of your own. In fact, I'm certain." Phiros snickered to himself as he slowly sidled his way to Aether. "After all...." he came within two inches of Aether's face, "I smell demonic blood corsing through your veins." his eyes flashed red as he peered into Aether's gem-like eyes. He was attempting to dig deeper into her soul, to see why her aura was so dim. It was no use, she was very strong and kept Phiros at bay. She's a tough one.... just as I thought. Phiros averted his gaze and threw his head to the side, cracking his neck yet again. And just like before, Phiros spoke to Aether, "What are your plans.... what brings you to such a place as this?" Phiros was now showing interest in Aether, something he thought she never recieved from anybody. Was he right? Was Aether another one of those lonely travellers? We were about to find out.

((OOC: I had to write this three different times, and I'm still not sure what Phiros was asking... So I figure AD wouldn't either! :P So this is what you'll get. The best I can give you is that she never thinks of herself as alone, as she has both her fly dragon and the shadows with her; but she is a traveler, as she has no home or family. She doesn't feel she belongs anywhere and wants to know why, in other words, she is very confused. ^_^ ))

"I bet one day, you'll grow wings of your own. In fact, I'm certain." AD was surprised by those words. She knew it was posable for some to gain wings, Gregory had after all, but how...

"After all.... I smell demonic blood corsing through your veins." She found herself looking up at a demon who towered over her again and for a moment her thoughts strayed to Lynthaer. He had known she had demonic blood too, but he had died shortly after meeting her. She didn't understand his death or why he was undead now... Then she realized that Phiros though she could get wings from her demonic blood. Confusion crossed her mind, as that made absolutly no sense to her. Her Mother didn't have wings, and the aspect of the Demon Prince Chel who created her half-fiend Mother didn't have wings either. Her Father had wings though, as did the rest of those with angelic blood through that family branch... did that mean she could get wings from her angelic blood? How was she supposed to do that? She supposed she could ask Gregory, as the half-angel gained wings somehow, but... that parting had been sour. She had tried not to get angry at him, she knew he was judgemental... but still, he shouldn't have thought of Lynthaer as evil. He had never harmed her, quite the opposit actually, much like Phiros had helped her. She had no fear of demons.

His next words turned her thoughts away from the chaos of her life for a moment, bringing to mind something she liked much better, a question to answer, meaning she could ask the same question in turn now, if she wished. First though, she needed to answer it. She found she didn't have an answer though. She didn't want to leave the question in the air though, so she attempted to answer it anyways.

"I'm sorry, I don't plan. I've never planed anything... I'm not even sure if I know how to." She moved outside, leaning against the wall by the door in order to get away from the smell of slowly rotting fleash. Her gaze drifted around where they were, trying to remember why she had picked this place and why...

"I think I may have come here... for the Shadows. I've been here before though, this city, this tavern. It's not new. I didn't know the shadows then though, not as I know them now..." She trailed off, holding up her hand palm up infront of her, a single light scar accross her palm. Shadows pooled in her hand and, on a whim she shaped the shadow illusion into a copy of her fly dragon. Her emerald gaze turned to Phiros then. "What about you?"

Her question lingered in Phiros' mind for quite some time. He thought long and hard about it, where was he going to go? What was his next goal? He had no idea, heck he didn't even know where to start. One thing's for sure, wherever he went, he would surely spread the hidiousness that is his killings.
Good question Aether.... but it's one I know nothing about. with that thought, Phiros separated his sharp lips and spoke his mind. "Aye.... I am like you. I have no idea where I'm going, no idea where I'll end up.... I just go where the wind takes me." he smiled at the girl, at the same time, tapping his foot against the hard ground they both stood on. It was a sign that he was getting anxious. Anxious to get his next journey started, anxious for new beginnings.... anxious for the next sorry bastard who would fall victim to his ungodly magic.

Then something caught his attention. It seemed that shadows, Phiros' one and only companion, were summoned to Aether Draka's hand. They took the shape of a small dragon-like creature. No.... it was a dragon! Phiros widened his eyes a bit in suprise, he tried to hide that though, to him little things like that were signs of weakness... something he wasn't very fond of. Heh, isn't that something. Phiros examined the small dragon closely. He was interested in it.... more like interested in HOW to do it. So, naturally, he asked about it. "How in the non-existant god's name did you do that?" Phiros raised a single brow, still looking at the dragon, and from time to time looking back at Aether.

Shadow manipulation? How clever.

“What?” So surprised at his question that she lost her focus on the shadows and the image dissolved into the night as if it had never been. She decided rather quickly that she didn’t like his question. She was raised in a church, and after that by an angel even, she believed in at least one god. There were many worlds though, and Imythess was not her own world. That there wasn’t a god of some sort… no. There had to be at least one somewhere. They might not really care about worlds not their own, but one had to care what happened in Imythess. She had to believe, or she wouldn’t be able to face the fact she had demonic blood. She had to believe even the worst creatures, that demons themselves, had some good in them or she could never be forgiven for her birth’s curse.

AD pushed off the wall and looked up at him. “I am a shadow…” She sighed and turned away from him. She wished she could find the training master, to find out if she really was as close to a shadow as she could be. He wasn’t there anymore… and come to think of it, he had been a God. So there were Gods here, she had met one even. She started to walk down the street, a lone woman in the dark and finding it safer then in daylight. Feeling better about the non-existent god reference, she glanced over her shoulder at Phiros. “The wind is blowing this way if you want.” She grinned and then turned around to walk backwards for a moment. “I feel like giving the night guards something to do.” It was a whim and as she was still annoyed, so, why not? If there was one profession she absolutely hated, it was town guards. They were… like fake soldiers. Men and the occasional woman who decided to go and play soldier on the walls and in the safety of the city, never seeing a real war like she had and most would never even get to fight in one. They would die first, and she was more then willing to urge them on their way. Especially at night when they couldn’t really even touch her if she didn’t want them to.

Phiros laughed to himself as Aether Draka finished. He knew she was one of faith, he could tell by the way she presented herself, they way she spoke to him. It wasn't malicious or vile in any way. It was now known by Phiros that Aether was no ordinary being. Atleast no ordinary demonic being he's ever seen.
It was weird though, this girl didn't seem bothered by Phiros' look at all. Was it because she too was of demonic blood and she was used to men looking like he did? Or was she one of those people who saw the good in every person? Perhaps she just didn't care. Maybe, just maybe, she was actually one of those girls who did not judge by the mere appearence of someone. If she was, then perhaps Phiros could find a friend in her after all...

The cold, sharp finger of Phiros was lifted high up into the air, above his tall form. The currents of the wind drifted softly across his fingertip like a wave across a jagged rock below the breast of the glistening sea. The wind was not blowing in the direction Aether had said. That made Phiros smile. She was showing a playful side. A side that knew how to kid around..... a human side. So she wasn't a full blooded demon. No problem there, all that did was feed Phiros a bit more information about his new companion.... well, she was for the time being.

"I agree. The guards look much too bored this night.... they need some action, and we should give it to them, even if it means their lives!"