Sweet sweet fate. That was all Lynthaer could think of at the moment, was how luck and chance could turn to ones favor so sweetly. Oh, and how it had turned to his so nicely almost made him weep. Luckily, he could hold back the mere suggestion of tears from his eyes. However, he could not stop the red, pulsating glow that came from them when he was excited. he was almost in enough good mood to work his unneeded lungs, though he resisted the urge. It would not do to stick out now, not when something he had wanted for so long came into his grasp.

Lynthaer was sitting alone at a table, cloak on and weapons laying on the floor beside him. His mask was firmly in place, and the cowl of his cloak was pulled over his red, glowing eyes. He was in the library, the great arcive of knowledge, and host to a meeting of well known scholars. This included a certain one he had held a grudge against since, oh, he had been disowned by his family.

Lynthaer sat silent, watching as the scholars and philosephers and such began to arrive. He kept a sharp eye out for a certain elf. One that would have a face greatly resembling his own. He knew that there was a good chance that this certain man might not show, but he also new that there was a greater one that he would.

Gregory engaged the nearest scholar in conversation as the two approached the great doors to the library. For the first time, his father had seen him, heard of him and finally been proud. So proud that he in fact invited Gregory to come to this meeting and showed him off to his father's own teacher. His father's teacher was most definitely an elder, that being quite old for moon elf and ancient for human. The scholar had taken in Gregory's father after his grandfather died, and thus was sure to make Gregory refer to him as grandfather.

He was a much softer man than the angel's father. He smiled and openly treated Gregory as family as soon as he met him, while his father still remotely alienated him, but he was amused by the old man's penchant for telling stories of Gregory's father's mistakes and weaknesses, and all together they amused him to no end. As they entered the library, laughter erupted through the halls, coming from the two chatting as well as many other groups of scholars. Gregory allowed himself to relax his guard, for today was a happy day.

Gregory toned his holy aura down as they approach the massive table at which the scholars would sit. Gregory would stand, as there were only enough chairs for the scholars themselves, but he was still more than happy to borrow a seat next to his "grandfather" and hear stories. A soft light shone through the painted-glass windows of the building, and a pleasant aroma was given off by the mixture of perfumed men, prepared food and old books, and by the time the head of their guild made his way to the podium, Gregory was more than happy to walk over to a near bookshelf and lean against it, removing a book at random and popping it open to a random page.

"Prophesies" read the book, and the page he had opened up was filled, to his discontent, with chicken-scratch common-tongue, but yet seemed easier to read than elven. The words burned of magic, and it kept his attention. Seeing this, Gregory's father nodded with satisfaction as he took his seat. His actual staff was not necessary, and he carried only his decorative staff along with pristine elven silk robe that declared his major. He was a scholar of the arcane holy arts, and also an aid to the church and a preacher in his own right, but the band of black on his right arm declared of a dark past and dark decisions. Gregory's father nodded in approval at his sun and turned to his side to speak with the scholar next to him, opening his back up for an attack that he never thought was coming. In fact, the next few minutes were the last things anybody would inspect to have happen.

As Lynthaer watched the doors to the great building, he closely inspected the face of every scholar that passed through. He would not miss his chance. The old elves, men, and the few dwarves, that walked through jabbered about their works, the works of others, and ancient texts who they could not pin down the point of origin. All in all, not a ver yexciting crowd. How Lynthaer was born into his family, he did not know. The only time he would pick up a book was to perhaps research a spell he could not force out on his own. These people, however, were bibliophiles. They obsessed over the pages of forgoten text. All in all, it sickened him.

Lynthaer paused in his searching as he clearly detected a holy aura. He sniffed once to assure himself of this, then with a low growl he roned his own unholy aura down. No need to be found by a holy warrior now. He needed to keep still and silent until he struck, and that was hard enough for him to do. He usually anounced his presence for he had yet to find a decent challenge, However, he knew without a doubt that these men would also have spells. He would have to lay low in his corner on the edge of sight if he wanted to rid the world of one more scholarly man.

Lynthaer's eyes, back on the door, now spotted the source of the aura. A half celestial, from the looks of it. Lynthaer could not see the man's face as he seemed to be in conversation with one of the many scholars. However, Lynthaer did keep him in the corner of his vission. Until he saw who was with the group. If lynthaer still had breath, it would have caght. However, his eyes flashed bright for a moment before Lynth calmed himself. He knew that face. The same one to have watched with cold passion as Lynth had been beaten at his gates, then thrown out. His fists tightined in his gloves, creaking slightly.

Without thought, Lynthaer flowed uppwards, his hand flashing breifly to his scythe. Within a second Lynthaer was on his feet, clok flowing, eyes blazing, and scythe ready. He would strike before anyone could have a chance ot reacte. His targets back was to him, the perfect angle for a strike. Of course it would not kill in an instant, for Lynthaer wanted the man's last sight to be his face, the one sheilded from the light. There was enough shadow for that.

Without too much haste, Lynthaer approached the shcolar's back. The others were still ingonring him as he swung his weapon back, then foward with avengence. The mans grutn of shock brought some gazes, and the gasps brought the rest. The scholar slowly turned to look at his assailent.

"Who...?" he questioned. Smiling, Lynth raised a hand to his mask and pulled of the hardened, smiling sheiled. "Hello Father," Lynthaer said, hs sick smile upon his face. "Nice to see you again." With that, he ripped his scythe the rest of the way through, sending his father to the floor, dead, and his blood pooling around him.

Enveloped in his own reading, Gregory did not notice the presence of evil until it was too late. Dropping the book, he lunged towards his father and the demon, his hand closed in a tight fist. He was too late, for that was certain, but out of sheer reaction he swung his fist at the demon that stood over his father, reacting faster than he judged himself capable. He recoiled next to his father's seat, hoping he had connected with the demon, but incapable of feeling his fist through the burning emotion.

He wished he could hurt. He wished he could drop down beside his dying father and apologize, forgive and save. His healing spell had left his mind in his own confusion, and he hated himself for that. He looked down to his father, his vision blurring gradually by tears. He was still in shock, incapable of reacting sadly in his mind, but his heart hurt, and he knew it would for a while. His father looked at him, blood bubbling at the corners of his mouth. "I... Fail...Failed" The hissing words came out as the dieing eyes seeked to look at his killer one last time, and the dieing image of sadness pierced the dead elf's face.

Gregory swiftly grabbed his spear and lit it up with holy aura. A great light shone from the ceiling as figures began to appear as though erupting behind his aura. His mother led a group of celestials, a choir to be heard by all with a chorus shriller than all the music. Rage fuelled this holy inferno, and just as Gregory dove towards the demon, the angelic choir lit up in powerful music. His left hand extended, his right hand shot out the spear, seeking the demon's heart or any weak-point. Around him was an inferno of panic. Scholars dashed for the doors, trampling the older ones as white fire licked at the pages of the books and sending sheets of paper flying about the room as though caught in a wind cyclone.

Lynthaer had no idea that his action would have sparked such a threat to him. Whoever the Celestial born had been, apperently he cared deeply for the father who had abandonded Lynthaer. So much that he decided to come at Lynthaer head on, a mistake many were never able to make twice. However, This certain person would probably servive this encounter since a sudden appearence of a small Celestial force. Lynthaer frowned behind his mask. There was something he could see in the half bloods face that looked like his fathers. His eyes flickered up to the leading angel, a female, and he could see something of the half's in there too. For some reason, his mind was giving him something that he wasn't quite putting together.

He heard Shlarthæran rage within his body, screaming at him for being so foolish to bring this many angels against him at once. Lynthaer ignored him as normal, and instead looked to the Madness. It rose quickly, his inner hatred for all things that would possibley appose him. His smile returned behind his mask, and with a word, he swund his scythe back up to meet the spear aiming for his heart. It burst into flames right as Lynthaer let loose his unholy aura. He felt it clash against the much greater holy energy within the room, but he didn't care. He was going to have to fight int out here for a while unless he could find a suitable escape.

Lynthaer spoke as his flaming weapon met the spear. "So, I see my father was able to inspire the love of others. Too bad for you. I guess this puts you on a very long list of people I would love to kill. Along with your celestial host." Lynth's eyes flickered upward again at the host stomring down on him. At the rate they were moving, they would be on him around the same time this half breed was able to move against him. A matter of about five seconds. From the odds, Lynthaer knew he had to leave NOW. He was no where near strong enough to deal with this many Holys at once.

He snarled behind his mask. "And luck y for you," he began as he suddenly jumped away, "you have more powerful friends than I do." With that, Lynthaer turned and ran towards his seat. Stooping down, he grabbed his sword, then made his way inot one of the many aisles, trying to flee and hide within the books. No doubt he would be followed, but hopefully he could hide and perhaps take on these celestials one by one.

Gregory stopped in his tracks, spear clenched firmly in hand. The demon had mentioned something about angels, and how there were far too many of them for him to deal with. Cocking his eyebrow he slowly turned his head to look behind, and frowned when he saw nothing but his father's body and ancient papers floating all about the room. One had warned him of the insanity of this particular demon, but this madness was quite strange, but he had no time to think about it. This demon was a dangerous one, and he must be made to pay.

Taking a firm grasp on his spear, he closed his eyes for a few moments, rehearsing the words to his simple spell in his mind. Detect Evil was activated, and with a quick scan of the room, the demon was easily seen. Gritting his teeth, he formed yet another ball of mana, this time extending it into the material plane to gather the energies of the room around him. After a few moments, vines of energy began to stream out from the glowing ball and slowly wrap themselves around Gregory. He didn't have too much in the way of mana left, but he had pretty close to half, as he had learned that this spell, when outside, can absorb the energies of its surroundings.

The vines of many covered the majority of his body, leaving his head out, and they slowly took shape into a full set of armour as well as a large, circular shield decorated with the half-moon. Satisfied with his situation, he looked again towards the evil creature's direction and spread his wings. With a single thrust he vaulted himself forward, arcing upwards at the last moments to fly above bookshelves before he hit them. Using his own propulsion, he aimed for his target and angled his wings, launching him to the scythe-bearing demons.

The angel chorus sang again as the blade of the spear.

It had been some time in the library and so far no one had bothered her in her attempt to learn more magic. She was very frustrated by the fact she couldn’t seem to get things right, but she had learned something very useful quite by accident. The shadows were more then willing to help her learn. She didn’t have to be touching the ground or draw a large circle in the air to make her summoning circle. If she drew it, even very small, the shadows would trace the circle where ever she wanted and as big as it needed to be. She still had to touch the circle to activate it, but the concept was something that fascinated her. She had abandoned her book study to practice this new skill, drawing the few summoning spells she knew over and over where ever there was enough light to see the shadows. She didn't activate any of the spells, but simply let the shadows fade away when she no longer was concentrating on them.

Then, it was not fun anymore. She simply didn’t know enough summoning spells to do anything really cool. Three simple spells... So, feeling a bit sad, but determined to learn more spells, she made her way back to her things. As she walked she felt something and paused. A shiver went up her spine and her unholy aura sprang to life in warning. Something… Without even thinking about it, AD broke into a run, she scooped up her things and tossed the backpack on her back. She the paused to look in the direction she felt it. Should she run or investigate it?

Deciding that, if it was dangerous, she could get away any time she wanted, AD’s feet soon lead her toward the feeling, and the purity of it became sharper in the air the closer she went. She had to grip her leather skirt and the green underskirt as she went, wishing that she had not worn it today. Her footsteps made no sound as she ran though, and her skirts hid the sound of her daggers' sheaths as they bumped against her hip at every step. So the sound of heavier footsteps was easy for her to hear. She slid to a stop, half crouching as she did so, and moved into a side row of shelves. Pressing her back to the books she let herself dissolve into the shadows, where even magic could no longer detect her. She suddenly felt safe as she stood there completely still. So she listened to the approaching steps and waited with her breath caught, to see who it was.

((OOC: Thank you for letting me join! ^_^ As a side note though... AD would not be seen as Neutral, but as both Good and Evil separately. Detect Good would show her as Good, Detect Evil will show her as Evil, Detect Alignment will show her as both. I haven't RPed with anyone with the ability to use any of those spells before, so it hasn't come up.))

Lynthaer was running down aisles of books. He kept looking upwards for the charging celestials he thought he had seen, but the they seemed to be gone. Perhaps they were in his head. He frowned at the thought, wondering if he was loosing his grip on reality for some reason. The Madness spoke up within him. He who questions his sanity is often the sainist. Lynthaer smiled behind his mask. Perhaps, but i am talking to a voice in my head who has named itself my Madness. The madness laughed at this and went into silence. Lynthaer was searching through his arsenal of spells to think of one that hight help. The only one he could think of would allow him to find those who had alinged themselves with the righteous and good willed. That could be anyone within the building, though lynthaer was sure that most were fleeing for their lives by now. Summoning the words, he spoke in a low voice. "Gehten," he said, including his undertones as he did with all his spells.

The spell active, he began to search the vicinity with it. He found the half celestial his actions had angered, but also another, running towards him from the rear. It was far off, but if this man had reinforcements, Lynthaer could be in trouble. Or so he thought, util the other person suddenly faded away. Lynthaer frowned for a moment, then turned his attention to the celestial half breed. He was in the air, no surprise there. Lynthaer contemplated going airborne himself. He could go half and do it. The only problem was windows. They were few, but one blast of sunlight, and he was nothing but ashes on the floor.

Lynthaer decided against the wings. He was confident that he could take this celestial himself. Though he seemed to be endowed with a bit of magic, Lynthaer was no petty magician himself. Of course, he lacked a multitude of necromantic spells. His arsenal constisted of fire mainly. That should deal sufficient damage though. Lnthaer spoke the words to make his sword flame like his scythe was and fixed his eyes in the direction of the celestials aura. Lynthaer let his own aura go as well, sending a clear beacon for the avenger.

The arrow of light's bow, Gregory tore through the air at a speed that did not allow mistakes. His head shook, and he felt suspended for hours, although it was only a few seconds. The demon was in front of him, right on target with his spear, its own weapons burning with fire when something triggered in his mind. Lynthear Golthry. His eyes narrowed as the words echoed in his head, not his own voice, but his mothers. At the last minute he closed his wings completely and forced his spear blade down at the demon.

The marble floor shattered beneath the blade and Gregory was jolted as he came into contact with the ground. He slipped awkwardly on the marble, the force of his propulsion pushing him and breaking bookshelves. Physics entailed that as longs as something was moving hard enough and quick enough to easily penetrate something, it would not hurt, and thank god physics was right, otherwise Gregory would have been in some serious pain. He used the last bookshelf to stop, hurting his arm slightly when he reached to it, but he was quickly on his feet and ready again.

Grunting loudly, he pushed off the shelf and ran at the demon, his spear held just behind him. The grunt quickly turned to a roar as his foot shot out in front of him and he twisted his body to bring the spear around. White light left a trail behind the weapon, and if Gregory had his way he wouldn't let it catch up. Stepping forward yet again, he began jabbing quickly at different spots on the demon's body, quickening his pace with each shot until the white light gave up on following with spear and simply glowed in the general area. The occasional twist or step brought an occasional pause, but it was quickly followed with a swipe or another jab. His feet ached, but he was not about to give in.

A wave of dark energy passed over her as the figure passed by her. Instinctively, as soon as she realized she knew him, she stepped forward. She had been hoping to see him, to tell him something important. Aether Draka thought it was important for Lynthaer to know at least. A flash of light caught her eye just a moment before his name didn't escape her lips. That moment panic gripped her instead and she vanished, ending up further back, near where she had been practicing her magic, with a sudden shadow jump. She saw them both now, the attacker and the one being attacked. Time, as little as she kept track of it, seemed to pause for a heartbeat, a beat her heart skipped.

Lynthaer was being attacked… attacked by Gregory. The ground beneath her feet trembled as the attack missed; sending her angelic friend into bookshelves, shattering the one she had been behind. She shivered involuntarily, realizing that Gregory could have killed her under there if she had not moved, but he hadn’t known she was there…

His light was disrupting the normal nature of the shadows though, scattering them about randomly as he tried to attack Lynthaer. She had to act, and act now. Barely thinking, acting on only what she felt was the right thing to do, she cast shadow illusions forth, attempting to flood the area with enough shadows for her to use. Then she shadow jumped forward again, barely on the edge of where she had been already, and stepped out to blocked Gregory’s way. At this point she also shouted at the half-angel infused, though she didn’t know him to be infused, just as she hadn’t known that Lynthaer was demonically infused when she met him.

“Gregory! Stop!” Lucky for her, her light side acted in time to grant her a rushed sanctuary. The shadow illusions quickly dissipated as she was forced to reinforce the sanctuary spell against the attack. There would be little chance of him actually being able to stop, not at the speed he was moving and with as little room she had given him… perhaps if he took wing again, but that thought had yet to cross her mind. She was panicked after all, her heart pounding. She thought what she was doing was right, one protected one’s friends after all, and part of her was still a bit guilty about not being able to help Lynthaer when he had called out for her help before at the lake, where he had died. Even as the spear struck her Sanctuary she didn’t flinch. Fear was plain in her eyes though. The angry Gregory was something she didn’t wish to face either. She didn’t wish for either of them to get harmed and was now trying to do the imposable. There was not, nor ever would be, a truce between the angels and the demons. That fact wasn’t about to stop her.

Lynthaer was behind her now, so she was not worried about him. He had been running and for some reason she believed he would keep running. She didn’t think he would stay. In truth AD would be very surprised if he did. She didn’t see any reason for him to stop after all, not realizing that her appearance would be a feasible reason for him to not leave.

Lynthaer's eyes balzed with mad glee as he saw Cregory come at him full on. His blood lust had risen due to this celestials attacking. He wanted to see the crimson pools of life ebbing from beneath anothers body. He would also be perfectly willing to make sure that he saw what he wanted. His flaming weapons stood eager in his hands to meat the glowing spear of this avenger, his teath bared in a sickening grin behind his mask. His red, blazing eyes bore into those of the celestials, and he saw the hate there. A familiar hate. One that strongly resembled that in his father's eyes when Lynthaer had been thrown from the house hold. In that moment, his mind made the connectino, and Lynthaer leapt out of Gregory's way.

The marble cracked and shattered upon his impact, sending Faust threough a book shelf. Lynthaer wouldn't even give his father's second son a chance to breath if he could help it. That he had been cast aside, only to be replaced. The evidence was all in Gregories face, enough like his father's that their was little doubt in Lynth's mind. The Madness roared in triumph and hate, a roar echoed by Lynthaer's own mouth. Disregaurding what windows might burn his pale skin, Lynth tore off his mask sending it skidding across the floor. This whelp would know who he was attacking, for Lynthaer had a great resemblence to his father.

Lynthaer, seeing as his enemy weilded a single weapon fitted for fast paced fighting, doused and sheathed his great sword, leaving only his scythe. Which, fo him, was good enough. A red trail mirrored Fuast's white, and a sharp retort echoed as the curved blade met the spear. Lynthaer went full on attack as Gregory did the same, twirling his scythe round himselth, attacking and deffending with both ends. However, Gregory was just as fast as he, and his attacks soon turned into parries. Not once did the spear point touch him, but not once was he able to focuss on anything else.

Taking a moment to puase, Lynthaer lept back, kncoking Fuast's blade wide. He landed on the ground, smiling at who he supposed to be his half brother. "Loved him, did you?" he asked, his grin growing wider.

It was at that moment that Lynthaer faced the back of a person he was very much surprised to see. Aether. That was not all, however. She seemed to know Lynth's attacker, yelling at hims to stop. Lynth's smile ebbed a bit. Why did she want it to stop. Lynthaer desurved to rip this Gregory apart, a testament to the family that had forsaken him.

"Aether," he said slowly, ", would you be so kind to remove yourself from your current spot? It would be very helpful, since I would dearly love for you to live and he to die." He did not know how AD knew this man, nor why she would want him to live. He did know that she was very much in his way, for once, and that this Gregory had better not stap her.

Gregory was, to his amazement, hardly losing energy as the fought moved on. His celestial training had most definitely paled off. The slayer of his father, once grinning with sheer confidence, was soon grinding his teeth to keep up with Gregory's shots. Just before Gregory made an attempt to switch stances, his spear was tossed aside as the demon leapt back. His eyes, fogged from the dryness of keeping them open throughout the whole fight, blinked and attempted to regain focus. As they did such, he made out two figures. The demon and another familiar, smaller body.

His eyebrows twitched slightly in recognition. Aether Draka... He remembered the words as he had heard them while flying away from her. He would remember her as the one who informed Gregory of Lynthear's appearance, and now it appeared as though she was the one keeping Lynthear away from Gregory.

"Lady Draka. I am somewhat disappointed with your chosen side, but I will not hate you for your choice. You have become my enemy, and if you do not vanish from my sight before this sanctuary spell ends, I will kill you." He relaxed his stance and brushed a long bang of hair from his face. Stretching his neck, he wondered just how long he spell would make, but he assumed it would be no more than 6 minutes. "Tell me, how long have you been hiding him from me? Or was it I who was being misled?"

He did not care anymore whether his words stung. Once a friend, she had chosen a side opposite of his own, and on the painful path of following the good, the road was not wide enough for unnecessary friendships. When he looked at her, he hardly remembered her face, as he was forcing himself to forget. TO be strong, one had to be cold. To be a paladin as he was, one had to be ice.

((OOC: How does Gregory always seem to get on AD's nurves? :blink: Really? I want to know... it's because he's Lawful isn't it?))

Lynthaer’s voice reached her and for a moment she was too surprised that he was still there to respond. She looked over her shoulder at him, her body following some so she was turned sideways between them. Gregory’s words hurt her more though. She wasn’t picking sides, she just… She quickly turned away from Lynthaer for a moment, turning to face the half-angel she thought she could trust, thought was her friend, thought she could count on as at least someone of angelic blood who would talk to her unlike Raven was willing to do. She didn’t understand it, she was trained by and had fought alongside angels for most of her life, as short as that seemed to be. Now… now it seemed clear to her that no matter what she tried, no matter how much she had done for them, the countless demons she had helped kill, the undead, the possessed… none of it mattered. The angels had betrayed her, counting her among the demons. He just had… Aether Draka’s practically blind trust, her faith, broke at his accusations and angry tears filled her eyes.

“How dare you think such a thing of me!” She yelled at him. “I should have sought him out after I found out you were looking for him. I should have told him, and then it would serve you right! I didn’t though, I thought you would listen… You are the one in the wrong here Gregory, I don’t want to fight you. I don’t want…” She froze up then, realizing that trying to stop this sort of fight was never going to work, not if Gregory wouldn’t listen. “Fine.” She said in a tone nearly as cold as Gregory was being himself. She had searched his eyes and found no sign of him even trying to heed her. She wondered for a moment if he had ever heard her, even once. Still angry at the half-angel she wrapped her arms about herself and turned her back on him. She walked past Lynthaer talking softly to herself as she went.

“… why does he keep threatening to kill me. I’ll just end up coming back as a full demon or something. My Sanctuary is from my angelic blood even. Guess I can’t trust them anymore, not when they keep…”

She lapsed into silence as she went over to a table with four wooden chairs placed around it. Turning around and glaring at Gregory, she pulled herself up so she was sitting on the table’s edge, her black boots hanging above the floor. It was a challenge, in a way, as she was clearly still in Gregory’s sight. She knew something he didn’t, about Sanctuary at least. She had been born with the ability and as long as she didn’t attack, she would not be able to be attacked. It would stay with her even.

She wasn’t going to back down, there was no way she was going to take back anything she had ever said to him and she knew she had told him that if he harmed Lynthaer there would be no debt for her to repay. Lynthaer had never harmed her, never threatened her life. She might not much care for the demon Lynthaer was infused with, but she had yet to figure out how to kill it without loosing Lynthaer. That demon was the only thing that she had to worry about around Lynthaer, and it wasn’t much really, not compared to the arguments, death threats and other insults she had listened to from half-angel. The only thought that was going through her mind then was the cynical thought, “Some friend Gregory turned out to be…” So she waited, her emotions churning like a storm as they skipped from one thing to another, she waited for Gregory to do the one thing she had asked, told, even threatened for him not to do. Then, and only then, would he see what sort of enemy Aether Draka could be.

((OOC: Sorry for the long wait. This is the best i could do at the moment. hope it gets things back up.))

Lynthaer was very surprised by the exchange between Faust and Aether. For one, they seemed to know each toehrs name, and had seemed to meet before, seeing as they knew a bit about the other. Lynth relaxed the slightest bit as he watched the short exchange between Draka and Faust. It let him know a bit more about Aether, and now a bit about who appeared to be his half brother of sorts. it didn't matter learning much about him though, becasue Lynth's one aim was to see he did not leave this building alive.

Lynth was rather glad when AD finally removed herself from the space betweren him and Faust. Not that he would have done her great harm, but at the moment she was much less important than killing the half breed in front of him. he would have probably tossed her very gently aside and resumed fighting.

"I see that you have a way with words," Lynthaer sneered at Gregory. "Just like Daddy dearest. Why, you should have heard him convincing me to leave house and never return. It received a response similar to Aether's, but a little more violent." Lynthaer Straitened and began to walk slowly towards Faust, scythe still burning and ready to kill. "So would you like to appologize to the lovely lady before you die, or would you like those words to be the last she heres from you?"

Gregory glanced to the demon, measuring its words as it mocked him. Aether had exploded with rage, and throughout the entire scolding his sense of utter rage had died, and he cursed himself for it. Thinking back on the words he had ushered in his anger, he was indeed sorry, but he would not let such a thing slow him down. "Demon," He drew his eyes from the girl to Lynthear, "Although I do question how you would know the man you killed, I have little interest in your insults and banter." He spit on the ground at his feet to give visual aid to his contempt.

"Aether Draka. Although I do wish to formally apologize, I cannot. You must understand that this demon friend of yours," He spat the words out, "Has killed someone very precious to me. He has killed my parent-figure, and I will attack him." He adjusted his stance to a greater power and prepared a spell in his mind. "I do not wish any harm on you; I ask only that you do not interfere. I fear this is a fight not to be halted by any presence alive." The magic flowed to the tips of his fingers as he uttered the words that would free him from this sanctuary.

"Celesti Do, Urdein, Gavasche" His finger-tips lit up white for a moment as dispel took effect and cancelled the sanctuary. "Now demon Lynthear, I shall hear what you know of me and my family now while you stand, or later when I drag the strength from your muscles and make you bow before me?" He wasn't being cocky, he knew he could get the spell off, but he knew it wouldn't be easy.

Aether Draka didn’t answer right away, she didn’t care if Lynthaer had killed someone. This was just a mortal life. It was the measure of the soul that was important. Everyone died and made no difference to her how or why, this was part of a never ending war and in the end, they would all be dead, so what did it matter if someone Gregory cared about, this “parent-figure”, died. So now he would try and kill her friend, someone who was remaining her friend despite the fact that he did know about her mixed blood, over the fact that Lynthaer had killed this “parent-figure”, this “Daddy dearest”.

So Lynthaer had gotten his revenge to the father who rejected him, killing just because someone killed was no good reason, none. You kill for a reason, a real reason. She stayed where she was, for now, and called out her reply to the part-celestial. “Then I don’t accept any apology, not if you will act the same. Your words mean nothing. I mean what I say though, and at least you had your ‘parent-figure’. Why should I care?”

She still felt a bitter sting of growing hatred toward him, how dare he do this, how dare he… She felt the whisper of a thought in her mind then and unconsciously gripped the ring that hung around her neck. It was cold, as cold as ice. Her jaw line set and her eyes flashed in anger. Still and once more silent… until Gregory did what she told him not to, she would wait. If Lynthaer was hurt though, she would defend her friend against this... want to be angel. He was no friend of hers, not any more. She didn’t need him, or any of the celestials for that matter. She hated the fact that they had abandoned her all on her own, tossing her to the dogs in this War between Good and Evil… it wasn’t between Good and Evil though, just between those part celestial and those part demonic, with the Angels and Demons showing up only to escalate the problem more. She hated the War more though, as they would not have abandoned her if they hadn’t felt they had something better to do, something ‘evil’ to fight. Her anger was solidifying inside her, the mix of emotions settling on anger… and resentment. She locked her gaze on Gregory, waiting for her cue.

lynthaer was smiling oddly wide now. He could feel the Madness creeping out, oh how it wanted to be out now. Lynthaer, however, wanted to know a few things first. That, and to bring this man's ideas of his family to the ground. "So. What I know of your family?" he questioned back at Gregory. "Oh, I know a bit about your humble abode. Probably not as much as you of course, but I know darker things." Lynthaer's undertones were coming out now, once more delivering the disturbing sounds of many voices coming from one mouth. "I know that you are not the first born, for one." Lynthaer started to chuckle now as he began to slowly, very slowly, submit to the madness. "I know that your father was a cold man, distant from his children. Well, perhaps not so distant with you, but the other." Lynthaer's old hate began to spring up from deep wells. His first hate, the one that had driven him this far. The hate, and pain, of rejectin.

Lynthaer suddenly tood up as tall as he could in his elven form, eyes blazing suddenly. "I know about the small house for from the grounds of his manor. I know where one of his favorite dogs is buried, the exact spot. I know that it was burned. I know the reason he always looked as if he had a secret regret. I know him." Lynthaer coulnd't contain himself anymore. All of his hate, anger, pain, anything he had felt came out. The rejection of Ranewen, his drowning in the pool, everything. The madness shouted with twisted joy suddenly, and Lynthaer screamed it out loud, his head thrown back.

Lynthaer's now double controlled head swiveled back to Faust. In the back of his mind, he invited even Shlarthæran to join him. All three of Lynthaer's inner entities spoke as one. "We are the reason for his pain, as he is the reason for ours. You had a fother figure. You had a Daddy. Our Daddy. We are the first born, oh little brother." Lynthaer started laughing. "Born of spite from the demons who hated his relations with and Angel. " Lynthaer began to ready himself now. He had never wanted blood to flow so baddly as now. "And, you get to join your daddy dearest."

Turning to Ad for only a moment, he spoke once more to her. "Aether, darling. It would be wise to stay out of our way. We three are not in a mood to kill you at the moment, and i doubt if i would be able to stop from killing you if you joined in." He turned back to Faust and waited for his signal.

Gregory took the scenario in strides. His mind calculated each action he could take in the next few moments and decided on an outcome favourable or not, all within a few minutes. He had decided on a course of action that, although it may not be favourable, he wished it so. The first comment the demon made demanded attention. Not the first born? As far as Gregory knew, he was the only born. His next was something Gregory found rang painfully true, and quite unbeknownst. He had suffered in such a way, always seeing his father as a cold, uncaring teacher, but such a thing was never revealed in public, for in public they were father and son.

The next words were an onslaught this man knew too much. Too much to be a member, and in mention of the house believed to be cursed and locked never to be opened, he realized he knew too much to be anyone but a member of the hierarchy. Gregory had always assumed that the regret was aimed at himself for when he committed an act unfavourable by his father. After an insanity-driven scream, the demon spewed on more line that just would not suit Gregory well at all.

"Shut your gaping maw, demon." His head rose from its slouched depression, and his eyes burned with a dangerous new look. A look of sheer murder, and one would almost say, Insanity. "Aether Draka, should you intervene I will be forced to fetch Glaive, and should I be forced to fetch Glaive I will be drained of much energy and quite a bit weaker. Should you join in the fight I swear to all ears who listen, that I will fight furiously to my death, and I will not be dying alone, I assure you." His anger burned, and his fingers plead for him to touch Ankriel's stone, but he would not. Ankriel's stone took far too long to be activated.

"Demon. For some reason I do not doubt your words. But I guarantee that no man of the same blood shall fall with their father, at least not in this chapel." How could such a secret be hidden from him! How could the people he loved hide a demonic birthing from him and forsake even the child's memory! His parents were becoming all too normal to his eyes, being lowered from their pedestal of right and wrong. Even his mother. "I will kill you, I will kill any who dare stop me," His eyes pointedly shot at AD for no more than a moment, "And once I am done killing you I shall erase the very memory of your existence, and you shall never be known to have ever been. Oh how I wish I could bestow upon you a torturous demise, but in this situation none could be afforded."

"Come at me. Come at me with all you have demon. For I shall have your black quivering spine adorn the threshold of my home!" He planted his feet firmly spread and blazed his holy aura. No death would be fitting for this demon, not even if done one thousand times.

At Lynthaer’s words, at the sound of his many voices she felt her anger cool slightly and a question came to mind, one she knew would have to wait. A third? Lynthaer had said three of them. One had to be the demon and she knew of no way to get rid of that monster and no wish to harm her friend by trying. So one was Lynthaer himself, one was the demon, but who was the last one? Had she met theat one before? She didn’t think so, but wasn’t sure. She hated the demon though and was sure that it might try to kill her just because it could. She nodded, understanding that he was not alone in this fight. She would wait then, even though she didn’t want them to fight, she would wait. The thought to pray crossed her mind, but she banished it. She had done such things to aid Raven when he had wished for her to stay back also, but that would only help Gregory and not Lynthaer at all.

When Gregory said her name her head snapped up. She had forgotten to recast her sanctuary after it had started to fade. She noticed it was gone now and hoped that the part celestial was too focused on Lynthaer to notice. Such things had saved her before. She called on it again and felt it wrap around her once more. Maintaining it could become a problem… hiding might serve better. Not yet though, not yet.

AD focused once more on the battle, a slight smile touching her lips. Let Gregory think what he wants to, she had fought alongside angels, full angels, and knew what to do about it. With her new found power though… she could put other creatures into the fight and not have to heed either threat. Confident that she would be fine, she waited still, not caring about time. Raven said she had time and even though she had no idea how long it had been since she had seen him she was sure there was still some time left for her. Death was never the end.

Edit:((OOC: Faust (and probably Lynth :unsure: ), she is going to keep using the spell as long as she thinks you will try and kill her. Stop talking and worrying about what AD will or will not do, and get on with kill each other already! AD can think what ever she wants and you don't know what she is thinking in character or even her motives because she had Chaotic Mind from Shadowdancer... don't make me send you warnings about power playing, as what both of you have said the last two posts regarding AD could count as that. So here is what is really happening with her, besides what she thinks: First, she doesn't have enough magic or enough control over it to really do much. She has been using it all morning already, in small amounts. Second, even though she doesn't sleep, AD has to eat in order to live and even more to use magic. She hasn't eaten today and will be forced to heed her Hunger as soon as her 'sugar levels' drop. She isn't there (mentally) when her Hunger takes over and she knows it. How many times do I have to say stop worrying about AD? She had lots of big ideas and even some bad misconceptions, like the fact she doesn't think of the Shadowdancer things as magic, and that Lynth isn't really evil, and killing is alright.... I started her on Imy as misled, now she's disillusioned. Let her be already. I play her as confused most of the time! I will delete this before my next post. I'm done ranting, carry on.))

Lynthaer, Shlarthæran, and the madness could not help themselves. At Gregory's response, the burst out in mad laughter. Oh, how they loved this man's spirit. How they wantd to devour him and destroy the entire Faust family. Lynthaer no longer thought of himself as part of the family. He had fashoined his own name. Gregory's attitude made the whole thing sweeter. Lynthaer's desire for power, his lust for bood, all would be chanelled at his newly found brother. "You fool,' he laughed. "You think I fear death?! Already I have died once!" They grinned, baring their fangs, the mark of the vampire. "Bring your threats and let us put them to the test. I want you to try and vanquish me. I, who also share the acursed blood of our father. Let us see if you can bring your trophy to the ground."

The trio reached to Lynth's left sleave and tore it away, exposing the length of chain that was bound to it. Along that arm as well lie the mark of Lynthaer's demonic bonding. This was Shlarthæran's weapon. Lynthaer readied his scythe, his mark in this battle. The fire belonged to the Madness, which raged as the flames. "Let us see who's spine adornes whos wall. My black one, or yours, a simple strand of lawfullness, born from a week father. Let us see angel!" they roared, and without a thought, they launched themselves at Faust as one. The scythe led, swepping in an overly dramatized attack. His chained arm and fist were waiting for Faust to block so that they could strike.