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Post by Bloodrose on Mar 5, 2017 21:22:39 GMT -5
((Hey Sil ^.^))
Lucifer slowly moved his gaze over the Diviner, then back to his face. 'Like you belong to a Varezian.' He murmured, a little possessively. He moved closer again, quietly brushing his lips over the wounds, the bruises, closing his eyes as he appreciated the person they resided on.
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Post by πΌπ²π΅πΏ on Mar 5, 2017 21:36:15 GMT -5
Kafzel chuckled lightly at the soft purr from Lucifer's lips. "I belong to you then?" He murmured lightly with an arched brow as he stretched himself once more before running a hand over his face. "I wasn't aware of that fact." He chuckled lightly and smirked before turning his face to Lucifer, "Would you mind passing me some pants?" He inquired with an arch of his brow a light tip of his head.
(Hello!!)
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Post by Bloodrose on Mar 5, 2017 22:17:58 GMT -5
Kafzel chuckled lightly at the soft purr from Lucifer's lips. "I belong to you then?" He murmured lightly with an arched brow as he stretched himself once more before running a hand over his face. "I wasn't aware of that fact." He chuckled lightly and smirked before turning his face to Lucifer, "Would you mind passing me some pants?" He inquired with an arch of his brow a light tip of his head. (Hello!!) 'I prefer you with them off,' Lucifer grumbled, before sighing and finally shuffling away to give the Diviner some space. He found Kafzel some trousers and handed them over, then glanced over at a still-dozing Everan. That guy could sleep through an earthquake and never know what hit him. Shaking his head, Lucifer got dressed, then sat back down, tired and unwilling to face the day- he was stuck an infatuated state of mind, and wanted nothing more than to just stay with Kafzel- but he recognised this, and knew if he didn't move past it, he'd end up sacrificing a lot more than he could ever gain. Grumbling with agitation, he got to his feet and picked up his water pouch to drink from it. 'I suppose we should all train.'
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Post by πΌπ²π΅πΏ on Mar 5, 2017 22:23:03 GMT -5
Kafzel scoffed lightly at Lucifer's comment and nodded, "I know you would." He murmured in response as he tugged the pants over his waist and tied them snugly to fit. Then he reached about for his shirt though found it was bit sullied and sighed once more, "You wouldn't happen to have another tunic?" He inquired simply as he adjusted his hair once more and then turned towards Lucifer in patient waiting. Listening to the soft grumble and the gulping as the Varezian downed some of the water from the pouch.
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Post by Bloodrose on Mar 6, 2017 2:39:43 GMT -5
'I do.' Lucifer confirmed, going into his bag and finding what Kafzel needed. He moved over and handed it to him, smiling slightly. Luckily for Kaf, all of Lucifer's clothes were too big for him, and would remain that way until Katherine could confirm that they'd stopped growing.
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Post by πΌπ²π΅πΏ on Mar 6, 2017 12:15:11 GMT -5
'I do.' Lucifer confirmed, going into his bag and finding what Kafzel needed. He moved over and handed it to him, smiling slightly. Luckily for Kaf, all of Lucifer's clothes were too big for him, and would remain that way until Katherine could confirm that they'd stopped growing. Kafzel waited quietly until the fabric brushed his chest and he took it like. The tunic fit rather well over Kafzel's body and he adjusted the collar a bit before tucking the front into his pants. He knelt down and searched for the dark robe he normally wore and tugged that on as well. The marks at his neck were starting to heal over already and were just smal bruises now, still visible but not as dark as a few of the others. "What is the plan for today then?" He inquired lightly as he pulled up his staff as well and leaned on it, features towards Lucifer with a lightly curious look on his face.
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Post by Nighteyes on Mar 7, 2017 3:29:15 GMT -5
The twins had wandered down to investigate everything and wait until they were needed. When their names were finally called by their older sister Center moved quicker than his older though smaller sister. He quickly grabbed blankets from extra rooms before Ceres even got there. As he rushed past her he tossed some to her and then they rushed to the rooms. Ceyer sighed lightly and then draped he blankets lightly over each of the guests, Morcan and Panouk. While Ceres went to Frost's room and her brow arched lightly, curiously, at the passed out Ancient. Carefully, Ceres draped the blankets about Frost carefully and looked over the Ancient silently for a few moments. Tonjia nodded her thanks to them both, before examining Panouk, who was still sleeping, although there was some colour returning to his face. She reached over, and hovered her hand over his forehead, not wanting to touch the being directly. "He's getting warmer." She murmured to Morcan, before looking down at him. "I think you got here just in time."
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Post by Bloodrose on Mar 7, 2017 6:08:33 GMT -5
'I do.' Lucifer confirmed, going into his bag and finding what Kafzel needed. He moved over and handed it to him, smiling slightly. Luckily for Kaf, all of Lucifer's clothes were too big for him, and would remain that way until Katherine could confirm that they'd stopped growing. Kafzel waited quietly until the fabric brushed his chest and he took it like. The tunic fit rather well over Kafzel's body and he adjusted the collar a bit before tucking the front into his pants. He knelt down and searched for the dark robe he normally wore and tugged that on as well. The marks at his neck were starting to heal over already and were just smal bruises now, still visible but not as dark as a few of the others. "What is the plan for today then?" He inquired lightly as he pulled up his staff as well and leaned on it, features towards Lucifer with a lightly curious look on his face. 'Train, get to know each other.' Lucifer replied, coming through his long hair and then slinging it up into a ponytail. 'The better we know each other, the better we'll all work together...' he grinned, then walked outside. 'Alright!' He shouted, grabbing everyone's attention. 'Get yourselves into groups of eight!' Everan, Aerith and V (I can't remember her name omg.) moved over to him, all wearing very curious expressions. He grinned at them. 'You're gonna sit and talk to each other for an hour. Get to know who you're fighting with!' 'Is this necessary?' Everan groaned, looking at Lucifer like he'd gone mad. 'It is most definitely necessary.' Lucifer confirmed, sitting himself down and waving over Jin, Lyanna and Amos. Lyanna huffily walked over and sat down as well, looking very uncomfortable.
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Post by πΌπ²π΅πΏ on Mar 7, 2017 10:28:47 GMT -5
Kafzel nodded lightly as he listened to Lucifer and then headed out behind him. He smiled lightly as he listened to the prince give his orders and instruct all of the young recruits. As the others came over to settle down with Lucifer he set himself as well, he figured he didn't particularly count right now. Jin blinked as Lucifer waved over to her and then nodded lightly and headed over to sit down with the rest of them, feeling rather included at this point and quite enjoying the feeling actually.
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Post by Bloodrose on Mar 9, 2017 19:59:13 GMT -5
((BOOOOOOM time skip. I have fastforwarded so it is now a week after elite training!!! :3))
Azazel hissed softly as he struggled to remove his paw from beneath the boulder that had fallen and crushed it. He was trapped, and he hated being trapped. Tail lashing, he released a pained yowl, before laying tiredly on his side, watching the blood seeping slowly from beneath the stupid rock that had ruined his day. Azazel never seemed to have good days anymore.
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Post by πΌπ²π΅πΏ on Mar 9, 2017 20:13:38 GMT -5
Kafzel, in the weeks after training had finished, had taken to exploring the world of the living. He'd yet to really take it all in after returning to the Spirit Realm so many centuries ago. For the time now, he was flying over the coast of Zale'mas towards. He landed lightly upon the rocky shores and began inward. Though immediately he stopped and paused. Cursing under his breath he ruffled his wings frustratedly and rather annoyed. Debating on leaving the pathetic creature, Kafzel felt husband heart tug him otherwise. Cursing once more, he began towards the vicious and unearthly yowls of the demon cat.
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Post by Bloodrose on Mar 9, 2017 20:16:59 GMT -5
Azazel felt himself freeze as he caught the scent of a Luxson- her spawn. No. Not just her spawn. It was Him. Her precious little favourite. Releasing a low, angry growl, he sat up and curled into an aggressive ball, glowering with hatred in his eyes at the Diviner. Is it not enough for mother to banish me, but she must mock me as well by sending her precious little babies after me? he sneered, tails lashing.
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Post by πΌπ²π΅πΏ on Mar 9, 2017 20:21:18 GMT -5
Kafzel took in the scene and a smirk brushed his lips before it dissipated into a scowl. "She didn't send me. I found your pathetic a$$ on my own." He snapped back as he began forward but stopped just out of reach of Azazel's claws. Arching a brow to the paw he scoffed once more. "Do you want help getting out of there?" He murmured simply. His voice suddenly softening just a hint. Kafzel could not hold hate in the sight of an injured being such as himself.
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Post by Bloodrose on Mar 9, 2017 20:28:57 GMT -5
Kafzel took in the scene and a smirk brushed his lips before it dissipated into a scowl. "She didn't send me. I found your pathetic a$$ on my own." He snapped back as he began forward but stopped just out of reach of Azazel's claws. Arching a brow to the paw he scoffed once more. "Do you want help getting out of there?" He murmured simply. His voice suddenly softening just a hint. Kafzel could not hold hate in the sight of an injured being such as himself. Azazel flattened his ears against his head, body trembling as he leaned away from Kafzel, almost flinching. ' why would I want your help? Why would you even want to help me? I was banished from mothers realms for a reason. You hate me. So leave me alone.'
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Post by πΌπ²π΅πΏ on Mar 9, 2017 20:32:44 GMT -5
Kafzel rolled his eyes at the vicious cat. "I don't hate you." He muttered as he crossed his arms and ruffled his wings once more. His eyes moved over the cat, another huff escaping his lips. "I would help you because you are hurt and trapped." His voice simple and matter of fact as if it were obvious and simple.
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Post by Bloodrose on Mar 9, 2017 20:37:02 GMT -5
'ooh, look at me, I'm a beautiful and benevolent Diviner.' Azazel sneered, before wincing as his paw hurt even worse. A wave of tiredness washed through him suddenly, and he could no longer muster the energy to be angry at his little half-brother- hell, he hadn't even known him until he'd tracked him down on that island- unless he was forgetting something? Azazel always forgot. He had trouble with memories. Except for his younger ones. He quietly lay his head down, no longer arguing against Kafzel, giving in. 'if you want to help, then help.' he quietly said.
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Post by πΌπ²π΅πΏ on Mar 9, 2017 20:40:11 GMT -5
A small smirk twitched at the corners of Kafzel's lips at the taunt. Then he watched the cat lower his head and impatient murmur his acceptance of help. Nodding, Kafzel stepped forward and looked over the predicament. His hand moved carefully then and lifted the boulder from Azazel's paw and pushed it aside so as not to be much of a worry anymore. "Better?" He muttered simply as he moved back and warily watched the cat.
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Post by Bloodrose on Mar 9, 2017 20:48:06 GMT -5
A small smirk twitched at the corners of Kafzel's lips at the taunt. Then he watched the cat lower his head and impatient murmur his acceptance of help. Nodding, Kafzel stepped forward and looked over the predicament. His hand moved carefully then and lifted the boulder from Azazel's paw and pushed it aside so as not to be much of a worry anymore. "Better?" He muttered simply as he moved back and warily watched the cat. Azazel pulled his crushed paw in front of him, watching with mild interest as the bones began to finally heal, awful crunching noises ringing out. He began to clean the blood from the fur and his claws, glancing at Kafzel, then away again. After about ten minutes, the paw had healed, and he got to his feet- before a mixture of black and white smoke surrounded his body, and he shifted. In place of the cat was a man whom could only be described as beautiful, with long white hair, golden eyes ringed with purple, his skin pale yet sun kissed. His once-beautifully feathered wings were now leathery and demonic, with tufts of feathers here and there. He curiously examined Kafzel, before he spoke, his voice honey-smooth and soft spoken. 'what do you want in return?' He asked. He was a demon now- demons paid their debts.
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Post by πΌπ²π΅πΏ on Mar 9, 2017 20:55:53 GMT -5
Kafzel listened in silent amusement to the crunching and crackling of the bones. Then where the cat once sat was the figure of a man. Arching his brow Kafzel listened silently to the softly weighted steps and the dull flap of the leather against air. It was strange and sounded exactly as a bat's might. So with that in mind and the fact that Azazel was fallen and disgraced, large weather qings were in his minds eye. "In return?" He replied thoughtfully. After a few moments Kafzel nodded simply, "How about an explanation." His statement vague but certain and distinct as to what he recquired from this former kin of his.
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Post by Bloodrose on Mar 9, 2017 20:58:55 GMT -5
'An explanation for what?' Azazel curiously asked, running his thumb over his white fangs to see if they were still sharp. Content that they were, he dropped his hand and curiously examined his tattered wings, seeing if they were as bad as he remembered them. Yep. He glanced back at Kafzel, ruffling the giant wings to fold behind him. They slowly draped together, creating something akin to a long cloak.
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Post by πΌπ²π΅πΏ on Mar 9, 2017 21:02:55 GMT -5
kafzel scoffed once more and rolled gisbhazy eyes. "How you became..." he paused a moment then, "That." He murmured simply, as he nodded to the entirety of Azazel's before him. "A Diviner? A brother of mine? But now this. How and why?" With that, his own wings rufflednkightly and he leaned back against the rock he'd just isn't removed from Azazel.
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Post by Bloodrose on Mar 10, 2017 6:56:37 GMT -5
kafzel scoffed once more and rolled gisbhazy eyes. "How you became..." he paused a moment then, "That." He murmured simply, as he nodded to the entirety of Azazel's before him. "A Diviner? A brother of mine? But now this. How and why?" With that, his own wings rufflednkightly and he leaned back against the rock he'd just isn't removed from Azazel. 'I'm not your brother.' Azazel coolly said, folding his arms. He walked over to a large rock, his leathery wings making a soft trailing noise against the sand. He then sat down and sighed quietly, wondering where to begin. 'I assume you're fully aware of how Potentia became king?' He questioned. 'The Pantheon split- our mother and my father joined Potentia.' He looked up at the sky. 'They abandoned me and left me with Tremour because I could not yet fly.' He closed his eyes, shivering slightly. 'He began training me immediately. He melded me into a perfect killer, so that when they returned-' he gritted his teeth, sucked in a deep breath to calm himself. 'So they returned. But I didn't kill them- I gave them a second chance. Potentia won and took the crown. Things became peaceful once the primordials were sealed. And then- then I-' his voice began to tremble slightly, envisioning the horrific woman before his eyes. 'Then I met Marie,' he croaked. 'I didn't know what she was at the time. I thought she was a gentle spirit. She was beautiful, had a soft light about her that one could only dream for.' He ran his hands through his hair. 'She lured me into her bed, took my blood, and placed a binding spell unto me so that I would be forced to serve her husband.' He sucked in another sharp breath. 'She beat me, abused me, forced me to obey- ripped out my wings until they grew back and then ripped them out again- collared and chained me and dragged me down to Hell.' His hands were now shaking, his aura no longer dark but a deep depressed blue, with tinges of bright, fearful red. 'But- Diaval is kind. He keeps me away from her. Protects me. Gives me a bed, and food, and ensures she cannot touch me again by keeping me in my demonic form. Hellcats are dangerous beasts, and I was lucky to be one.'
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Post by πΌπ²π΅πΏ on Mar 10, 2017 13:53:50 GMT -5
Kafzel listened instantly to Azazel. It wasn't that he didn't trust the fallen Diviner, but his attitude was naturally skeptical. Each waver and tremble in Azazel's voice, Kafzel caught and processed quickly. It was truth. Every word. And it was hard for Azazel, he could hear the way he regretted and wished for things to be different. Sighing lightly after the demon finished the tale, Kafzel was silent otherwise. He remained silent for a few moments more and then finally he slowly opened his mouth. "You hate our mother then for what she did." He murmured lightly, "I understand why." Then a few more moments of silent before Kafzel sighed again, "Ancients I thought I'd be able to hate you." He muttered a bit bitterly. After hearing Azazel, Kafzel couldn't help but feel a tug in his chest. "What do you want now then?" He gaze flicked to Azazel now, taking in the ever changing and erratic aura.
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Post by Bloodrose on Mar 10, 2017 14:03:33 GMT -5
Kafzel listened instantly to Azazel. It wasn't that he didn't trust the fallen Diviner, but his attitude was naturally skeptical. Each waver and tremble in Azazel's voice, Kafzel caught and processed quickly. It was truth. Every word. And it was hard for Azazel, he could hear the way he regretted and wished for things to be different. Sighing lightly after the demon finished the tale, Kafzel was silent otherwise. He remained silent for a few moments more and then finally he slowly opened his mouth. "You hate our mother then for what she did." He murmured lightly, "I understand why." Then a few more moments of silent before Kafzel sighed again, "Ancients I thought I'd be able to hate you." He muttered a bit bitterly. After hearing Azazel, Kafzel couldn't help but feel a tug in his chest. "What do you want now then?" He gaze flicked to Azazel now, taking in the ever changing and erratic aura. 'Marie dead, and for me to stop living in fear.' He miserably replied. 'I didn't ask to become a demon- my mother shunned me because my wings were no longer pretty.' He sneered, cracking his knuckles, a stress habit. 'The Ancients are not perfect in any way, shape or form.' He looked at the ground, starting to tremble angrily. 'Diviners were created to keep the b*stards in check- so you tell me why I am the one at the bottom of the food chain.'
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Post by πΌπ²π΅πΏ on Mar 10, 2017 14:19:46 GMT -5
Kafzel arched a brow then, and huffed lightly at the thought of killing Marie. Then as Azazel continued he nodded simply. "If I were to place a bet, I would say out of fear." He replied, adjusting his arms over his chest and his wings behind him as well. "You said Tremour trained you to kill. Our mother and your father and all the other ancients were probably scared. If Tremour himself trained and molded you then they had a right to be." Giving another shrug he tipped his head lightly to the side. "Then you fell and they had an excuse to hate and shun you. That is where I would place my bet."
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Post by Bloodrose on Mar 10, 2017 15:21:34 GMT -5
Kafzel arched a brow then, and huffed lightly at the thought of killing Marie. Then as Azazel continued he nodded simply. "If I were to place a bet, I would say out of fear." He replied, adjusting his arms over his chest and his wings behind him as well. "You said Tremour trained you to kill. Our mother and your father and all the other ancients were probably scared. If Tremour himself trained and molded you then they had a right to be." Giving another shrug he tipped his head lightly to the side. "Then you fell and they had an excuse to hate and shun you. That is where I would place my bet." 'I was their first son. I am their eldest son.' Azazel told him, still trembling with rage. 'They abandoned their child to go run away with Legions. My half brother sits on that throne and does not even know who I am.' He stood, starting to stalk away, haven had enough of kafzel's attitude. 'You're all the same.'
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Post by πΌπ²π΅πΏ on Mar 10, 2017 17:13:34 GMT -5
Kafzel scoffed lightly and rolled his eyes once more. "I sit on no throne." he muttered as he followed him silently, his own wings ruffling lightly. "All of us? You seem to know so much about me then." he replied lightly. He walked just behind Azazel, not wanting to leave things at where they were. Something pushed him forward to continue speaking with his half-brother. Perhaps curiosity? Perhaps just his kind nature? Who could say.
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Post by Bloodrose on Mar 10, 2017 17:40:09 GMT -5
Kafzel scoffed lightly and rolled his eyes once more. "I sit on no throne." he muttered as he followed him silently, his own wings ruffling lightly. "All of us? You seem to know so much about me then." he replied lightly. He walked just behind Azazel, not wanting to leave things at where they were. Something pushed him forward to continue speaking with his half-brother. Perhaps curiosity? Perhaps just his kind nature? Who could say. Azazel came to a curious halt, and turned to look at Kafzel. 'I wasn't talking about you, Kafzel. You are not my only half brother in the spirit realm.' He frowned deeply. 'They don't know...' he murmured. 'best keep that quiet then.' He shook his head and kept walking. 'I know of all of you. That was my job, as a Diviner.' He ruffled his wings angrily. 'Tremour might have trained me, but he only honed what I was born to do- keep every single one of you in check. I have the power to destroy even the primordials. I am the first Diviner of our generation. I am the first Diviner that there has been since the old ones passed, even before the birth of the Ancients.' He turned to look at Kafzel. 'I have the power to take down all other Diviners, twist potential diviners fates, cut the lines of life, weave a new path.' He finally stopped to catch breath, chest heaving as he tried to catch it. 'yet here I am, quaking before the power of a demon.'
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Post by πΌπ²π΅πΏ on Mar 10, 2017 18:06:16 GMT -5
Kafzel connected who he meant just then, but said nothing more. Then he actually chuckled as Azazel went on and on about his powers and his capabilities. "That's quite a list." he muttered simply. Then he turned a bit more serious once more, "I know exactly what you can do Azazel." his voice a bit lower then and now he strode at Azazel's side, the half-brothers looking so distinctly different it was quite the vision. "If you fear for you life so much, why have you not asked for assistance to kill Marie?" he inquired. Though perhaps a rather naive and blunt question, Kafzel was intensely curious. "Or killed her yourself? She sounds like a wicked creature of power, but surely you have others to reach out to who harbor the same hatred and fear as you do?"
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