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Legion would appear once more, this tine freezing the time around her or that it seemed. What was really happening is that the Demon accelerated her mind to a point everything seem static, "You deceive yourself if you believe freedom is the rightful claim you must vouch for." he responded as the image he wanted to show was simply the people around her and the castle on the horizon, folding it's arms behind him; "Mankind believes they have the ability to choose their own destiny - They are wrong. We all serve a higher power; lords, gods, even love itself imprisons both body and mind." Legion gaze forward towards the castle, "Lets put aside our obvious distant goals and assume your reckless actions will let you reach our host -"

Legion turns around to face Azaela, standing right beside Arkady who seemed paralyze in the place, "Are you ready to kill him?" then raised his right hand, "He can destroy you right where you stand, just like we would - You need my power, and we only need the briefest moment of control to destroy him." Legion makes a step forward as he gestures to her mind, "Forget about the danger and madness you believe we will infect on you - Together, we could save all of them. No one has to die."

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She stepped back from him, looking at him as if he was insane. "I don't side with anyone, you piss me off, I want you dead." She said bluntly, crossing her arms, she desperately wished she had her necklace. "Your insane, now Inirs insane, my goal isn't Vauzuhm, but if I can kill him, I will. I want you away from the slaves. They will be free. You will not add them to your corrupted army, and when I've taken care of the rest of the Demon Lords, I'm coming after your ass," she said fiercely, jabbing a finger in Legions direction, not the slightest bit of doubt in her tone showed she was truly confident she'd succeed, no matter what cost.

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Legion stared her down, tilting his head to a side. Then, his gaze departed towards the castle and he spoke, "Then what?" the obvious question that only future could tell. His hand swipes out all that is around her, the illusion of reality. Leaving nothing but the absolute darkness, "When you have destroy us all. When you murder all the demons, crushing Inir and all those who oppose you - When you have everything, exactly the way you want it." a mirror appears right before her, showing her own reflection, "What are you going to do, with the people like you? - Because, in case you have forgotten, Azaela; we are both pawns."

The world around her begins to shake, the darkness fades like a fog - revealing burning fields. No hills or mountains, no castles or ruins. Everything has eroded to ashes, "Here is the future you are crafting, Lady Azaela. Not today, not tomorrow. But this is your legacy." his hands separate from one another, presenting her the world around her, "When you strike us all down, we will come back. War will began and the field will burn, but recover. The fight will continue for years and decades until there is nothing to fight for..." Legion folds his hands behind him, nodding, "You call us demons for our natural trait of violence - we could call you the same way."

Legion then dismisses the future - a nightmare that slowly hovers into the air and disappears. He then steps back, letting the darkness fill her eyes with the illusion of the void, "You know how men die. You have seen it, maybe even have a close imaginative dramatically superstition of what happens next." then, the image of Inir Warden shows up. It seems so real, tangible. Wearing the helmet of Legion itself, "We will tell you what happens, what *will* happen, when you kill a *demon*." like a blink of an eye, Azaela will now wield her bow on her hand - while at the other side, Inir had a flaming arrow - the tip made by the silver of the necklace. Inir steps backwards and lays on the ground. Meanwhile, Legion relates, "Even if we are too wounded to regenerate - every inch of our body keeps trying-" Inir struggles on the ground, his arms numbs, legs moving recklessly over the floor, "People get it wrong, we take forever to die. Trapped in the very place we died - trapped and dying. Dying properly can take days..." Inir then remained there, unmoved - but as the mask goes away, Azaela would see how his eyes continue to follow her, "That is why we want to die among our own kin - They know not to bury us early." Legion then looked back at her, in complete silence. Instead of his voice, Inir was talking to her.

"I had to do this, Azaela." Inir responded with such a weak essence, his life slowly drawing away, "I had to be strong - I could not fail again. Yet - I failed." then, his eyes would close, his voice starts to crack after a short pause, "II-It was - the only way." the last moment of control began to fade, leaving nothing but the constant attempt to speak, to be alive, but nature intends otherwise, "Is... is there suppose - suppose to be a light?" and his body is gone. Leaving only Azaela and Legion in the dark room.


Ms. Sparrow

Thought the entire interaction, Robert forced himself to remain silent. He had joined Inir although reluctantly. It was only to convince himself that his sacrifices were for the people, for Sarthenfall. The motion Inir made over him was strange to say the least.

As he followed Inir, Robert noticed the dungeon to be more crowded than before. Much work had certainly been done since the night of the siege. Robert still forced himself to remain silent. Even when the lady spoke, each word a dagger to his heart, he kept quiet, unsure of what to say. Even upon the execution of the prisoner. Silence was his only sound.

Even when Inir knighted the lady, the raspy voice that tortured his ears and pointed daggers at his heart, he forced himself to be silent. It didn't matter why or how, silence was his virtue now. Part of him was too scared to speak, another too shocked to think about what he had just promised himself to.

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The only thing Azalea could think of was how much she wanted to help Inir, how she wanted to tell him everything be okay, that it wasn't his fault, but it seemed to end too quickly, and she was left with an empty hollowness, a feeling of helplessness overcoming her, the dark silence was deafening. Legion had almost swayed her. Almost. She angrily swiped away the tears she hadn't known she'd shed in the first place.

"This is how you do it, how you turn people to fight for you. You show them false illusions of a future you know nothing about," Azalea tried to ignore the dark room, remembering these were just illusions, and Legion could do no harm. "Not even you can foresee the true future, you show what you think will happen, and they believe you. They join you because you show them your idea of a perfect future." She said calmly with a hint of anger, taking a step back from him, "How similar you are to your Master, manipulating with emotions of others," Azalea turned her back to Legion, desperately wishing he could just so easily leave her alone.

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Azalea cried out as the illusion of Inir cut into her arm, considering she was no longer wearing armor, but the white corseted dress she'd wear to the party, thankfully, she had only enough to make it so he didn't cut into the dress but her arm, she didn't have time to get another dress off another lady. She put her hand over the fresh cut in her arm, only seconds later Inir blasted her into a new scenery. She landed on her back harshly, she instantly got to her feet, as she looked around at the dozens of corpses that littered the ground, her knees weakened, she paled, turning back around at the sound of Legions voice, now standing behind Inir.

Legions words shook her, but she clenched her jaw and kept her mouth clamped until he showed her the illusion of Arkady and Roberts bodies, the two she cared about most in this world, she let out a strangled choked cry, hot angry tears blinded her vision, she stumbled back against the tree. "It's not real, it's magic..." Azalea whispered to herself, feeling her heart thump rapidly from underneath the tight laces of the corset.

She squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head, refusing to hear Inir's words, telling herself it wasn't him, it was magic, just illusion, but his words pierced into her nonetheless. Guilt flowed into her like water, she opened her eyes, looking at his stance, "No..no I didn't mean to let him out, you don't understand..." she whispered, a tear rolled down her face, she didn't pick the sword up. It'd be to heavy for her small frame. However, the dress was...modified. She reached down to her thigh, pushing up her skirts slightly and grabbed a knife strapped to the dress, hidden, in one quick and precise movement, Azalea flung her arm out, the knife flew towards Inir with quick and accurate precision that not even he would be able to dodge, aiming for his shoulder, the arm that wielded his sword. "I won't fight you! And I won't join you!" Azalea cried angrily, reaching for another knife.

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Robert looked at Inir and nodded. He didn't like the thought of perhaps killing Azalea, or even Arkady for that matter. Traitors sure however they were once... Friends, at least one of them was nice enough.

"Aye then... If your plan works..." Robert didn't even bother to finish the sentence.

It was his chance to be free from the eyes of Inir. He had a choice now. The thought of escaping was tempting, perhaps he could rally the refugees but then what? Live in hiding for the rest of his days? What if Inir's plans all work out?

Escape was tempting but their were eyes everywhere. He assumed he wouldn't get far here. It would have to be at the right time. It was a welcoming thought though he deemed it a futile one. He did as Inir told and awaited his orders. The horses were restless.

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Guilt pierced her with each yell from Inir, his sword wacked into the tree as she dodged his swing. She threw a knife, aiming for his leg, however, her aim was off, now affected with emotions and blinded by tears. "I'm sorry!" Azalea sobbed, "I thought you were dead! If I had known you were alive I'd would've come back!" She shouted at him, nearly tripping over a corpse, Azalea bit back a scream, stumbling back against a tree. Legion was in her head, he was messing with her emotions.

She buried her head in her hands , cringing as Legion coldly whispered into her ear, she shook her head rapidly, as if refusing to listen to him. "No, no, no, no!" Azalea shouted angrily, stumbling back away from Legion. She sook her head, putting both hands on the side of her head and steadied her breathing. "You did this, you made him into this, into a walking time bomb that only you could take apart!" Azalea cried, she put her hand to her heart, where she could feel it thumping rapidly against her chest.

It's not Inir. It's just magic. This isn't the future. This isn't my fault.

She repeated to tell herself these things, none of it was real, she couldn't let Legion break her. "Get out of my head.." Azalea whispered weakly, buried emotions swelling up within her, threatening to come lose, emotions she'd converted into hatred and rage.

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Cross was nervous but he walked forward "I shall ride with you Inir. If Sarenthall will come back then I will offer my aid." Emilia however stayed behind "I cannot Lord Inir. I must stay in the fort to treat all of the remaining injuries. That attack has left some more injuries on top of the injuries from the invasion. They need me." Emilia walked out of the throne room with nothing more than a bow to Inir an Cross "May luck be with you both."

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I N I R


Stood at the wall, watching away through the distance as he tried to communicate with Legion. However, he did not manage to speak him directly as he heard inside his mind a word only, like a loop repeating itself eternally. Erisdar. It was a message for him, Legion knew he would ask, sooner or later where to go. He turns slowly towards Cross and speaks to him, "It's time. Sir Cross, with me." The three of them would then go down from the wall and reach for the horses and the soldiers, Sophia would be rather, "Lady Theoclare, take a few Raiders with you and scout the area around Ersidar. I want eyes on the sky-" he directed his attention to Sophia who did not respond but only bow as she took a horse, four soldiers and mounted the fastest Vorch Horses.

When the orders were given, Inir took his own horse at the head of the army and looked back at Robert, "Lord Robert - you can come with us or remain here with Lord Commander's garrison. Maybe you do enjoy to watch our enemies being dispose by our King itself." Inir's voice did not sound confident or cocky - it sounded like a story teller getting tired of explaining the facts. Tiresome and conclusive. Finally the army began to move.

The siege weapons would remain inside The Keep alongside with Huge in order to reach Erisdar borders sooner than later. As far as Robert knew, these machines were nothing like he ever saw on his life time, Vorch technology always inspired in war. Though maybe Legion had more at Caelum, even more soldiers in order to protect his lands. A simple question would raise, Who would actually have more chances in winning this war?

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Robert stared at the huge weapons outside. They were large and crude, typical Vorch warmongery. They may be strong and powerful although nothing like Arlan's tough and accountable technology. What he needed was to rally back Arlan's finest. Some would be garrisoned at the old camp, at most 20-40 Arlan soldiers. A raiding party if anything. Robert heard Inir's words.

"No... I'll come with you, perhaps I can convince Azalea to join us... At least" Robert's tone wasn't serious or concerned at the slightest. He was moreso preoccupied with the thought of Arlan and Azalea.

Robert would have to endure demons and Vorch soldiers in the march, at least until he had an opportunity to do something useful. He stared at Inir before looking at the army. It was massive. Perhaps there was no hope in helping his old friends, perhaps his decision was for the best. He hopped on the horse and followed Inir.

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Azalea stepped into the grand ballroom, a slave took her shawl and bowed to her before scampering off, she caught the slightest hint of a 'V' mark burned unto her collar bone, Azalea gritted her teeth, unrecognizable from beneath the white masquerade mask. The ballroom was filled with grand dresses of silver and gold, ladies on the arms of their black and white suitors, an invisible orchestra played a cheery tune, disguising the darkness of the situation.

Her eyes scanned the room until they found Vauzuhm in one corner of the ballroom, sitting on velvet sofas, whom was busy occupying himself with a petrified slave girl, toying lazily with her red curls, his strength and magic had returned, while he toyed with her hair, he was busy speaking with a strange looking woman, Esther, A powerful Demon Lord, she favored ruthless killing rather then slaves, but was an ally with Vauzuhm nonetheless, uneasy perhaps. She was also part of Azalea's plan, though she wasn't at first, Azalea wanted to make sure she didn't deliver the slaves into Legion's cold arms.

Dana, Matt and Arkady were disguised as servants, standing in random places amoung the ballroom, playing there part by serving food and drinks to Demon Lords and the wealthy nobels. She sincerely hoped Arkady didn't do anything rash. One slip and Vauzuhm could grab them all, and kill them.

"My love! Your corset is coming lose!" Cal exclaimed, whom had previously been speaking with a group Lords, he came behind Azalea and pretended to retie her corset, "What do we do?" He whispered in her ear.

"Blend. Let me handle the rest." Azalea said under her breath, before grabbing Cal's arm and pulling him into a dance, disappearing amoung the crowd of garnish silver, golds and blacks.

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Cross simply stood waiting for Inir. But Robert offering to come was startling. "What makes you think she'll listen. She's a loner. Unless your Zael she will probably just see you as brainwashed." However his thoughts came in his head "Or this wouldn't be happening if you called all of Zael cowards. We both know you and her are as stubborn as bulls. You just prefer to not admit it." Cross out of nowhere tapped his head making his thoughts go silent. He was not stubborn. He was different than his birth country. Emilia made that happen.
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I N I R


After a long march that had no rest, Inir's forces arrived at the borders of Erisdar, hidden. Soon he would have met with the vassals of Legion itself and they would inform him that their liege has long since banished at the thin air. No one would know he hided in order to be at the castle as a shapeless entity inside Azaela's mind.

Regardless, Inir would take his role on this new event as he commanded his royal guards to unite forces and prepare the siege of the castle. Although first, he would arrive at the ball as the invitation arrived Legion as well - for all demons and lords are invited. He found it as an excellent time to plunder the castle from inside out. The silent Knight Sophia, now under the name of Theoclare, would be among the royal guard; so would be Lord Robert and Sir Cross.

There was nothing to explain to any of them. The idea was simple. Inir would impersonate Legion himself since he has his helmet on. Meanwhile, Lord Robert and Cross would act as vassals of Legion itself. The guards of the gates would allow entrance until reach the hall.

The doors opened wide at the demon's commands as he stormed into the party and someone who spoke up the names of the guest would warm every single Lord and Lady of the ball of it's presence- "Lord Legion of Kingdom of Vorch. As company his vassals, Lord Robert of Kingdom of Arlan - Lady Theoclare sworn Knight of the order - C- Cross." the announcer took it's time checking if it was his full name, "And royal guards of Vorch free lands."

Inir Warden folded his hands behind him as his forces moved forward towards the throne, his vassals following suit as every Lord and Lady on the ball room would step aside to give him a clear route. Not wanting to die for a simple misstep.

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The once demon Lord named Voris was laying in the ball that Vazuhmn had hosted. However unlike the other shade lords he was there so he could rip Vazuhmn apart. He had bad blood with that shade since before his first death. And now Vazuhmn was going to get his just deserts when Voris found the right time. A lone shade poked Voris in an attempt to get his attention "Sir, Legion just showed up. Maybe you and him could-" Voris interrupted "I'll talk to Legion myself. You just remember not to say a word." The old shade lord decided to contact Legion "Hello my old comrade. What brings you to this ball? Hopefully it's not for the atmosphere. It went away the moment humans showed up."

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Cross could not believe the things he was going through. Now he had to be knee deep in Nobles. It was almost as though the world wanted to have him go through crap. "Uh hey Robert you know how these balls work? I've never been, Am I even wearing the right stuff?" Cross continued to worry if he even looked like someone of noble stature. The closest he got was in his training to be a royal guard but he threw that info away. Now he had to rely on a noble to help him. Such a weird time for him.

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Robert was silent for the remainder of the trip, wondering what he was going to do once he reaches Vorch. His legs were sore from riding, the saddle wasn't the best but it at least got the job done. Robert had never seen Erisdar besides the outskirts so entering the lands were certainly a first timer.

The armor Robert was given was certainly uncomfortable. He wasn't used to the gruff and clashing plates of Vorch and demon smithing. Arlan armor was rather much more flexible giving their soldiers more agility. Vorch troops seemed to be statues. Nonetheless, Robert managed to get the armor to his liking.

The castle of Erisdar seemed to be growing larger by the moment now. As they approached, he could feel his shoulder aching more and more. He cursed in his mind as the arrow's wound still showed a jagged black scar with black rotting skin surrounding it.

As the door opened, Robert still remained silent, maintaining his grim look as lesser demons backed away. He wasn't trying to be brave, he just wanted to get through the ball without a problem. His mind was distracted partly by his shoulder and partly by looking for Azalea and Arkady. If he found one of them, he could find the other. He didn't know what he would do after but turning them in was not an option. He heard Cross whisper to him.

"Well, Cross, if you keep your back straight and chin high, you'll look more a Lord by the second," Robert seemed distracted as he spoke although still managed to give his advice, "and keep your mouth shut unless you need to speak, we needn't get into trouble"

His last words were dead serious as he stared at Cross straight into the eyes. He wouldn't trust demons, much less Vorch soldiers with his life. Robert stared around the room, demons everywhere. He rested his left arm on his sword, his right at the ready though to his side on his right. Robert didn't want to be caught off guard in case a fight brewed.

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Azalea weaved herself inbetween dances beautifully, Cal wasn't half bad either, he stared at her in awe, she seemed to walk on water herself. She was a spectacular dancer. Sadly, Azalea could not enjoy it. She had a part to play, and she'd have to make it quick, she didn't know how much time she had until Legion showed up, and she could only revise a plan so much. When enough time passed, she stood off at one side of the ballroom just as planned, pretending to take a break. Matt approached, disguised as a servant.

"Would you like anything to drink m'lady?" He asked politely, before whispering in a tone only Azalea could hear; "We've disposed of the guards, we just need to keys, those locks are impenetrable, and we can't break it without raising suspicion." He said in a low tone, nodding his head and listing off invisible choices on his fingers.

Azalea smiled, as if they were discussing all the flavors of drinks. She glanced at Vauzuhm, still lounging on the velvet sofa's, speaking amusedly with Esther, an arm lazily wrapped around a petrified slave girl's waist. She eyed the red wine he drank, she looked towards Matt.

"Red. And hurry, I'm getting bored." Azalea demanded in an elegant, arrogant tone as a spoiled noble would, putting on an annoyed expression, Matt scurried off to pour her wine, Vauzuhm stood up across the room, dragging the slave girl with him, unto the dance floor. Cal her "fiancé" flirted with girls across the room, everything was going as planned. A set of keys bulged out in Vauzuhm's pocket. He was to paranoid to leave it anywhere, and not trusting enough to allow anyone to hold the keys, so he went with them everywhere.

Matt returned with a glass of wine, she angrily took it from his hands and raised her hand, dismissing him, he bowed before scurrying off, Azalea was soon after pulled into another dance, this time not Cal but Mr.Hymen, a noble she'd recognized from Zael, one she particularly hated. She danced with him nonetheless, moving them slowly towards Vauzuhm, whom forced the slave girl into the steps, she stumbled and sobbed, Vauzuhm watched her amusedly with a cold, sadistic smile. Azalea pushed down her anger, knowing what to do.

Suddenly, Azalea took to large of a step back, and collided into Vauzuhm, her back shoving him off balance, Vauzuhm stumbled back, and glared at Azalea, his arm latched unto his slave girl's arm painfully tightly to keep her from trying to run.
"Oh! I'm such an idiot! I'm so sorry m'lord! I'll watch my step next time!" Azalea exclaimed in horror with an apologetic expression, using a sweet, innocent and oblivious voice as if she were some uneducated woman. Even hough her face was hidden with the masquerade mask. Her wine sloshed on the floor, spilling out and giving her an excuse to get more wine. Mr. Hymen disappeared into the crowd, not wanting to get in trouble.

"See that you do!" Vauzuhm snapped angrily, his cold eyes burned his image in her mind, he gestured for Arkady to wipe up the wine spill. "Pay attention slave!" He spat angrily. Arkady looked around, oblivious, unaware he was the "slave". When he saw everyone looking at him, he pulled a rag from his belt and ran over, scrubbing up the stain quickly before retreating to the edge of the ballroom, obviously trying to contain his anger. The dancing resumed, Azalea dunked her head as if ashamed, leaving the dance floor.

She approached Dana, taking a wine glass off the tray she'd been holding, slipping the keys she'd snatched from Vauzuhm's pockets into Dana's apron pocket. "I'm hungry. Bring me food." Azalea requested with a bored voice. Dana nodded and left the room, where she snuck outside instead. Azalea casually glided over the floor to the velvet sofa's Vauzuhm had been sitting on, his red wine glass half full, lying there abandoned. She took a seat at the sofa, her back to the crowd, she gulped her wineglass down so it was the same measurement as Vauzuhm's before tipping her finger downwards, her engagement ring. The diamond flipped open, she poured half the rings contents into her wineglass, making sure not a soul was watching. The white refiner powder disappeared in her wineglass, making it look as if nothing had changed at all. Then, after making sure Esther was watching now, she switched her and Vauzuhm's glasses.

"Mm, what a mischievous little minx." Esther purred in a sultry voice behind her, teleporting across the room. Azalea jumped, as if surprised she'd been caught. She turned around and looked at Erisdar, she had manufactured herself a perfect body, long, black silky hair, with bright purple eyes and a curvy stature, along with being 5'9". She smiled down at her, long, manicured fingernails tapped her chin. "Just whatever will Vauzuhm do when I tell him." Esther purred, looking Azalea up and down with scrutinized eyes.

"Let's make a deal." Azalea said confidently, she knew exactly what Esther wanted. She was loyal to her Master nonetheless. It'd be easy to break their alliance.

A short time later, the deal had been struck. The slaves for Inir Warden. Esther had agreed to it when Azalea mentioned handing him over, that he trusted her. What Esther didn't know, was that he was now Legions pawn, and Azalea's enemy. The Demon Lord and Azalea shook hands over wineglasses.

What Esther didn't know, was that the poison was in Azalea's ring, not just Vauzuhm's wine, and the rest of the contents had been emptied into her glass. Esther sipped off the rest of her wine before dissapearing to assist with the slaves.

An hour later, Esther reappeared in the ballroom, her skin pale and gaunt, heaving from her overuse of magic. The slaves were gone, hundreds of miles away from Erisdar, teleported to a location Azalea had told Esther to teleport them, a location only she knew about for the time being. Vauzuhm, seeing Esther's state, began to stride over to her, a suspicious glare in his eyes, wondering what she'd done to overexert himself. His own wineglass had been emptied nearly an hour before. Just as he nearly reached her, the doors burst open, the orchestra cut off, everyone stopped dancing and looked at the unwelcome intruder. Legion, or so it appeared to be, Vauzuhm smiled coldly as Inir approached.

"I will not." Vauzuhm replied coldly, the ground shook beneath them, a threat to Inir. "They are MY slaves now. Nothing but cowering men." Vauzuhm said with a stone voice, but a smile curling his lips.

Azalea gasped to herself at Legions sudden voice, but her expression remained an unnatural calm. She clenched her jaw at the rising temptation inside her growing, how easy it'd be for her to just reach out and grasp it...

Her thoughts broke as Esther suddenly began to heave, coughing up blood before vomiting, falling to her knees, "Liar!" She screamed, her eyes scanned the room for Azalea with mad bloodlust, attempting to pick herself off the floor before falling back down weakly, lying in her own blood and vomit, she shook, pale and sweating, she fell back down again at another failed attempt to get up, her body shook, before going still.

Esther was dead.

The crowd gasped, shocked at the sight, backing away from Esther as if she'd caught a disease, rather then be poisoned, Vauzuhm wasn't looking good himself, looking rather pale, beads of sweat forming on his face as he looked down alarmingly at Esther's body, before looking at Inir with narrowed eyes, thinking it to be his doing instead of Azalea's.

Azalea tore her eyes away from Esther's body. "Fool me once, shame on you." Azalea whispered to herself, her eyes scanned the crowd until they found Robert, she jumped, nearly crying out from relief. She subtly moved amoung the crowd until she was at Robert's side. "Don't move. Don't look at me, look shocked." Azalea whispered at Roberts side, keeping her eyes focused on Esther, Inir and Vauzuhm like the rest of the crowd, an expression of believable shock on her face. "I'm sorry I left you at the Keep, I had not known I was to be rescued at all, if I went back, I would've been killed. Understand that I did not want to leave you, but I had fifty thousand lives on my hands. If I went back, that'd be selfish of me." She whispered in an apologetic tone, her mouth barely moving, speaking so quietly not even across would be able to hear.

Suddenly, a wounded guard bursted into the roo, it looked as if his throat had been attempted to be slashed, but whoever did it failed. Azalea cursed under her breath.

"My lord," he cried in horror, "The slaves are gone! Vanished! Every single one of them!" The guard cried, before pausing at the scene of what was unfolding between the Demon Lords. This statement sent more whispers and gasps amoung the bloodthirsty crowd.

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Inir found the event perfect for a show of power, he requested the attention of everyone around him as he raised his voice, "Witness the power of Vauzuhmn! Too weak to even protect his own - or his slaves." he commanded as he closed his fist, aiming towards the Demon and began to hold him on his grasp, "Our forces are around the city, awaiting my orders. You will be the first to fall." then pulled him towards him as he yells, "We public denounce you from this realm!" as he takes out his sword, preparing to strike the demon down.

Meanwhile the guards that protected Inir Warden would split up and kill the remaining guards while one of them use the horn of war to call the armies to enclose the city entirely. Sophia, the silent Knight would look over her shoulder and see something odd over Robert itself. While Inir and the demon fight, she would attempt to reach Robert, covering herself from the battle that just began.

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Voris was surprised to see everyone from those months ago. And did Inir just speak to him without any form of hatred? Then Inir did everything he wanted to do and he was about to kill Vazuhmn. "Like hell you're going to kill him! I've been wanting a shot at the bastard for so long!" Voris produced a spear rapidly limping in Vazuhmn and Inirs direction. "I've got three of my own to get payback for, And that requires your death!"

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Robert was simply a by standard at the Ball. He dared not dance in fear of death and dared not eat in fear of poison. Robert didn't trust demons much at rightfully so as he scanned the tense crowd for Azalea or Arkady. He spotted a prominent demon of the crowd, probably the demon lord there who commanded lesser demons. What was his name, Vauzuhm? That was what he heard from Inir and the other demons.

Robert made a sudden jump when he heard a thud on the ground and a gasping of the crowd. It would seem somebody finally died. In a honesty, Robert expected a death at some point, just not so obvious and more subtle. He stared at the body in disbelief before somebody suddenly bumped into him. Robert clutched his sword before the person could speak. He was only relieved that it was Azalea's voice he heard and not some demon or slave.

"Dammit Azalea... Don't worry... It was duty..." He started, whispering in the corner of his mouth in shock, "what's your plan... And where Arkady?"

He wanted to say more but his moment of peace was yet again interrupted by a wounded guard. The man seemed in shock and disbelief as he was badly beaten and nearly dead. He heard the words slave and shuddered at the thought of what it meant for the people. Robert clutched his sword tightly yet again.

Suddenly the room was interrupted by Inir's yelling. A fight had broken out with Inir fighting the demon lord. Suddenly more demons came in and fought Inir's guard. Robert drew his sword at stared at the demons coming toward him.

"Azalea go... I'll be more useful with Inir" He whispered at her, "Hope that your risk will be worth it"

Robert stared at Vauzuhm and then at Inir, they were dueling and Inir's flanks were open. The damn guards didn't do their job. The Ball room was a massacre. Robert decided he needed to earn Inir's trust, that would mean covering his flanks whilst they fought. Robert charged at the incoming demons, he tried to run to Inir's side, trying to focus in the chaos of battle.
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