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The crowd was roaring.

The coliseum lit up with bright faces, massive amounts of applause and explosive cheers as an announcer's voice boomed from a high-point in the stands, lording over the people as he used a rolled scroll of paper like a megaphone, shouting into it and letting his voice wash over the writhing masses.

"Ladies and gentlemen," the man called, "are you ready for the electrifying match of the week?"

The crowd seemed to swell in response, their cries growing louder as some stood up and continued shouting. Others held up large scrolls with Greek writing on them, characters unfamiliar to the rest of the worlds. The writing was the only difference, though. These people spoke english, the same as everybody else. As the people in the stands let their voices drop in volume the man shouted again, drawing their attention to the gate closest to the Coliseum lobby.

"Our first contestant! Son of the Coliseum legend John Cavardukaras, himself the son of the legendary gladiator Abantes Carvardukaras, is that underdog kid who's been making waves in the circuit!" A boy stepped out, clad in a leather armor with metal buckles holding it across his body. The armor seemed shaped like the human musculature, but as it travelled down his legs seemed to become less and less like armor, and more like combat sandals.

"A fierce competitor who has already taken out the likes of Dexios, Crios, and even the mighty Gelo!" On the man's back was a round, silver buckler with a curious emblem of a heart divided into two sides. One was white, the other was black. Beneath the shield strapped to his back was a sword, no longer than a traditional long-sword but with wicked design. Metal seemed to protrude sharply and randomly from the blade, curled spikes or jagged edges making themselves known to the world, but the majority of the blade's bone-white steel was hidden beneath the shield.

"Ladies and gentlemen, let's hear it for Alexander Cavardukaras!" The crowd roared as the young man strode forth, the metal gate behind him drawing shut as a fake smile sat plastered across his face. His blonde hair was greased back to keep it out of his bright-blue eyes, his tan skin reflecting the natural oils that were applied moments earlier into the sunlight. That false grin hung from his face in tatters, though it was likely none present in the audience had the perception required to see it.

Alexander was not thrilled to be here. He had never been thrilled, but this was something he was remarkably good at. He likened his skill at this profession to another man being skilled at fixing the aqueduct sewage system. It was something that was generally easy, with few exception, and it was required of him. In addition, he made good wage. But it was hard to keep this facade. Two fights a day, all week, for months until Tarsi got better. He didn't even feel like he had time to breath.

He removed his shield from his back and slid it over a toned arm, the buckles settling upon his forearm as he pulled them tightly. With the free left arm, Alexander drew his blade. Alexander, despite popular theory wasn't actually left handed. However he preferred to have his shield on his stronger arm. A sword was useful against flesh even if it wobbled a little. A shield was worthless unless it could defend, and he needed to make sure that all his strength was available to hold it firm.

The sword gleamed violently in the light, almost seeming to his at the very crowd around him. Alexander felt that familiar sensation in the pit of his stomach, staring at the crowd and wincing. These people hadn't come for a simple enjoyable outing. The coliseum games were anything but bloodless, and they were absolutely lethal to the unskilled or stupid. Alexander was just lucky. He'd already endured injury that should have killed him. But, he lived. He had a higher margin for error than most, apparently.

The man with the scroll continued. "The second challenger," the man proclaimed, "another long-standing veteran of the games!" The man who strolled out was roughly Alexander's height, if a little more stockier than he. His face was covered by a leather helmet with an iron strip over the nose and brow ridges, but Alexander could make out brown hair and green eyes from underneath. Alexander's own smile had faded long since, but this man had only a neutral expression. This was just another fight for him. For Alexander, it was a life in the balance.

"A modern legend, please give it up for Exadius the Executioner!" The crowd once again roared as the man, clad in armor similar to Alexander's came to stand on the arena, surveying the crowd before dismounting an axe from his back and thrusting it into the air, roaring at the people violently. Alexander had been standing next to the arena, and hadn't stepped onto the stone floor of it yet. Seeing his opponent do so prompted him to follow suit, and in turn he too faced his opponent in the ring. The man before him gnashed his teeth and tried to look ferocious, and came across as a bit of a violent psychopath.

But very seldom were career gladiators of any other breed. Alexander knew that, and it was one of the reasons he hated the arena so much. This place called to you, and made you want to love the blood. He missed the days where Heartless were plentiful, because at least you could then justify your opponents as being inhuman to begin with. Now, you had to wait a little longer before you could believe that. The beast before Alexander wore the skin of a man, but was truly just a rabid carnivore vying for a taste of his tainted blood.

"Alright, typical match of the week rules! Rule number one folks, no magic!" Alexander almost winced. It wasn't that he was particularly skilled at magic, but he could use and abuse lightning very well. This didn't place him at a disadvantage, merely an even playing field. That bothered him, because this man didn't seem to have a style of fighting so much as a predatory instinct driving him. Alexander's fist clenched around the hilt of his blade. He had looked into the man's sullen, empty eyes and suddenly felt as though he were being hunted.

"Rule number two! No time limits! The match ends when one contestant is unable to keep fighting!" In truth, this was Alexander's first match of the week. He always tried to stall opponents for a little bit to make them desperate so they'd slip up as the counter ticked down. Without that, it meant he'd need to end the match quickly.

"Rule number three! No ring outs! The fight continues across the entire coliseum floor. The only areas off limits are the stands on either side." Alexander nodded at this. It was a new stipulation as far as he knew. They wanted some fights to be more explosive, and as such expanded the allotted room for many of them. Alexander's feet slipped into a fighting stance as he braced himself, shield front and sword raised high above his head, angled towards his opponent's chest.

"Ready," the announcer's voice brought a hush over the arena, the people tensing in anticipation. Whispers and murmurs came from the crowd, but not a single shout save for the occasional 'whoop'. "Fight!"

Alexander was off in a flash, rushing forward at first to bait the man into swinging his axe. A diagonal slash came from Alexander's left, and he twisted his hilt in his hand to intercept the momentum of the polearm. The bar caught Alexander's sword and slowed before stalling against the gladiator's strength, and Alexander used this weighted point to pivot on his foot and bash the man's helmet with his shield.

From there it was over. The man dropped his axe, staggered, and Alexander smacked him in the side of head with base of the hilt through the leather armor, forcing him to stumble once more. Just faint, would you? Alexander rushed again, this time delivering a wicked punch with his shielded hand and catching the man's temple once more with the shield's edge. Yet, the man only staggered again, and this time seemed to shake the blow off entirely.

Alexander recoiled and withdrew back a few feet, trying to grasp the situation. As he moved he reached for the man's axe and hurled his opponent's weapon towards his gate, sure to leave it out of his reach. The man seemed to completely ignore this gesture, not even acknowledging the axe. He just started to rush forward, breaking into a full sprint towards Alexander.

"Folks, Exadius seems to have forsaken his trademark axe! What is he doing? Is this some new strategy?"

No, something was wrong. Alexander knew better than this. A ten year veteran fighting like a wild animal out of the blue? Yes, the gladiators were a barbaric lot but Alex had thought all that roaring earlier was just for show. Now, he didn't care. The man charged at him bearing his teeth, and Alexander lunged forward as well, meeting the man's skull with the flat of his shield. The two collided with the Executioner pressing his skull into Alexander's shield before grabbing it with his hands and holding it steady.

Alexander pulled back to force the man to release the metal disk but he held firm, and started to smash his helmeted forehead into the shield repeatedly, snarling and shouting while he did it. He only got a few knocks in before Alexander's sword came from under the shield and sliced his leg, causing the man to release his grip and howl in pain. Alexander leapt back and peered over his shield, his stance now much lower for quicker dodging. He made eye contact with the man's wound, expecting to see only blood but noticing a tendril of darkness writing from the exposed flesh as Exadius stood up, his hands as claws and roared again.

What the fuck... Exadius started to run again, black liquid trailing from the wound as he leapt into the air and flew towards Alexander. Alex rolled out of the way as Exadius landed and leapt again, Alexander being tackled by the man mid-roll.

"Exadius has Alexander down! What a strange, exciting match!"

Alexander had his sword arm free, the Executioner crouched upon him like a ravenous creature, his eyes somehow twisted and black. Releasing his sword, Alexander's left hand reached up as a fist and decked Exadius in his face right as the man's teeth gnashed. A pronounced crack of shattering teeth sent to demon reeling, as Alexander reached for his sword again and rolled upwards. Alexander didn't want to kill Exadius, but as the seconds ticked by it seemed as though it was becoming the only option. The man was also clearly insane, so killing him would probably be a form of mercy at this point.

It was at this moment Alexander noticed his sword had been growing steadily larger. It was only a few inches, but he could tell. As if it weren't already obvious, Alexander realized that the black fluid and tendril were obviously darkness, which is where that sensation in his gut had come from earlier. That was the final sign, then. The creature was clearly just a feral mess, would then need to be put down like any other vicious beast.

The man lunged again, and Alexander stepped into him like the first time. Instead of the man being on the ground though, he had caught him in the air and tossed him overhead, throwing the tip of his sword up into the air and slicing the man's stomach open as he sailed. The creature landed weakly, hobbling as it's legs hit the ground. It couldn't even manage a full turn before Alexander ran up behind it, running a sword through it's ribs. Black liquid gushed all over the stadium, until finally the man's blood began to run red over Alexander's blade.
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"What the fuck was that?!" Alexander's voice shook the lobby as he exited the locker rooms, approaching a greasy man in fancy greek attire, his hair in a ponytail, his smile wide and obnoxious. He had the look of a used chariot salesman, and the smell of a man that used far too many scents to disguise his own, shameful musk. The man held his hands out in a nonchalant, congratulatory shrug.

"Alexander, you were great out there! The crowd loved you! it was your first kill!" He tried to ignore Alexander's question to no avail. Death's weren't uncommon in the arena, and in usual situations it was not a real problem.

"Haemon, what the fuck was that? I tell you to bring me a champion and you give him super-rabies?"

Haemon shushed Alexander, bringing his voice down to show. "Not so loud kid, people will think you're a cheater." He flashed that devilish grin, and Alexander stopped cold seething.

"What did you do to him?"

"I made a deal, was all. Remember that little bit of blood we took for your physical?" The smile widened. "That match was all you. We just shared some of you with him, is all."

"You.. what? Are you insane?"

"No, well, yes. Well, it's debatable. It's not crazy to protect my interests."

"It's crazy to commit homicide. You've done some stupid shit but this is a line crossed. That was my fight. My match. You deliberately intervened so I would have to kill somebody? How did you even weaponize my blood like that?"

That smile never faded, but it did part and a tongue clicked as he turned his head slightly to the side and stared at Alexander from the corner of his face. "Interested in knowing?"

"No. We're through." Alexander clapped his hands and stepped back. "We're done. I'll find another promoter who doesn't poison my competition."

"You do that, kid. Nobody will take a cheater."

"You can't prove a damn thing."

"Yes I can," he replied. He reached into a pocket on his coat, pulling out a small vial of black liquid. "Your blood, highly concentrated and refined. I take this to basically anybody and tell them you slipped some to Exadius before the fight." This was why he kept smiling. He had always held the cards, even before the match began. "Your career ends before you can make enough to pay for that pretty girl's treatment. How much would that suck?"

"You're a bastard." The venom in Alexander's voice was more potent than the poison in his blood.

"Magnificent Bastard, if you please." He placed the vial back in his coat pocket, patting it to rub Alexander's face in it even further. "You have a day off tomorrow, and three matches the day after. One of those matches better end in a kill, or somebody will anonymously tip Phil off to your shenanigans."

Alexander glared at the man walking through the door, wishing his eyes could burn a hole in him. He wanted Haemon to drop dead where he stood now. This wasn't an annoying promoter anymore. That was sabotage. Cheating. Murder. And Alexander was going along with it. "Conspiracy," he accused himself of the crime, turning around and punching the wall of the lobby, spitting under his breath. "Gods damn it."

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Kisala had seen a few fights in her time in Radiant Garden with her father, but nothing really like this. The people seemed like they were about to into frenzy. She had not seen gladiator fights like this thought. Maybe that was because they are unique to this world? She shrugged her slender shoulders as the next fight started. She had seen a couple of fights already. She didn't care much for the option for lethal ends to the fights.

Kisala came to this world looking for metal and other oddities that she could scrounge up. Bronze would be in high concentration here. The young man's weapon caught her eye from all the way up in the stands. She leaned forward trying to get a better look. She pulled a pair of binoculars from her pack. That certainly wasn't made of bronze. She noted with a growing smile. It looked amazing. She needed to find the fighter if he lived she had to ask him if she could take a look at his sword.

Once the match started she watched the warrior with the odd sword. He seemed to be taking the nonlethal approach. That was good. The more experienced fighters were still alive the more good fights there were. Once the axe wielder was unarmed that's when things didn't add up. She watched him carefully through her binoculars. The man's movements weren't one of an experienced unarmed fighter or even a desperate fighter, but that of an animal. Something was wrong with that man, but nothing could be done now with the fight underway. The wound on the man's legs was interesting. What was that black stuff coming out of him? Was that...Darkness? She got up not wanting to see the end of this one. She already knew how it was going to end. She defiantly didn't condone enhancements like that, or sabotages whatever! She didn't get far before the fight was ended with the audiences roar.

This wasn't her problem. She could just find other weapons to examine and be on her way. Something smelled rotten in the coliseum and it wasn't the morgue. She decided to snoop around and see what she could find out. She hung around the lobby trying to keep out of sight. She saw the fighter talking to a well dressed man. Yelling at him would be the more accurate case here. She couldn't hear everything, but she could put two and two together. Once the man left she slipped from her hiding place behind a corner and a vase making her way to the fighter.

Umm...Hey fighter, that was certainly an interesting fight to say the least. She was never very good at talking to people about something she was trying to get info on and make it seem natural.

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Alexander Carvardukaras
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Alexander hadn't heard the young woman approaching him, his eyes buried in his forearm, lamenting the scheme he'd been sucked into. He'd left the orphanage to break his own chains that wrapped and choked his soul, but instead had merely become tangled in a set of new ones. He huffed into the wall, before he heard an unfamiliar feminine voice behind him.

She didn't call him by name, so she didn't recognize him. Alexander wasn't exactly high on his own fame, but he did find it odd. At least, a little odd. He was a local celebrity as unfortunate as it was, so he had to usually carry the pretense of being... he really didn't know. Better than average? Upper crust? Stuck up? It seemed that people varied their expectations of him from place to place, and he just kind of fell in line with it. He relaxed from the wall, turning to face the girl as he spoke.

"Yeah. It was something like that." He locked eyes onto her, looking her over and sizing her up. She wasn't dressed like the local population, but then again Alexander didn't pay much mind to them any more. He usually had a pattern of Arena-Hospital-Arena-Home, so taking notice of changing fashion trends was a little difficult, especially when most of his money went towards Kristina's medical care. He wasn't aiming to continue the conversation, but he didn't exactly push the girl away. He decided that, for better or worse, while he was in the rare mood he would keep talking.

"Enough people die in the games that's it's hardly surprising. There's never a veteran who hasn't killed somebody in some way." He grimaced at her, then dropped his eyes to floor as though he was pondering, sighing through his nose as he reflected. "I'm not really sure what I did today. I don't know exactly how guilty to feel, because I'll never believe that it couldn't be avoided." And that was about as personal as he was willing to go around her. He raised his eyes back to meet Kisala. "You don't seem to be from around Olympus."

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She looked at him with a sense of sympathy. She could not empathize with him in this case, but maybe it wasn't her place to. She was sure of the truth of his words. In this sport it was kill or be killed most of the time. The luxury or a knock out was a rare commodity indeed. He noted that she didn't seem to be from Olympus. She nodded liking the name of this world.

Yeah, I am not from around here, but I have seen a few fights in my young life. Something was wrong with that man. From the few fights I have seen here I know that much. She looked away for a moment before looking back at him remembering her original reason for wanted to speak to the man. Alexander was it? I am Kisala a metal worker. I was hoping if I could examine your sword. I can tell its not bronze like most weapons around here, but couldn't tell what it was from the stands. Do you mind if I take a closer look?


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Of course something was wrong with the man. Otherwise the fight would have ended with a knockout, not a stabbing. His eyes, they way they locked onto him like a predator. He was hungry, vicious. There was a primal drive hiding in that man's body, the ability to shrug off pain... something unnatural. Worse, it was Alexander's blood that had made it happened. That was probably the most haunting thing about it. If that had happened to that man, then what could happen to Alexander? Would he just up and go insane one day?

He shoved these oppressive thoughts out of his mind, responding to Kisala's question as though nothing had been bothering him. "My sword?" He looked back towards the locker room, then met her gaze again. "Sure. Just give me a second." He started to pull away from the wall, heading towards the locker room. "Let me go retrieve it."
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A few minutes later, Alexander exited the locker room with a very large object, wrapped in cloth and tied with a string. He carried it slung over his shoulder as he approached Kisala, nodding to her. "This is the beast," he announced. He wasn't particularly beaming, but he held the sword gently. "It's name is See No Evil." He looked around the arena lobby before continuing.

"I assume you'll want to move elsewhere to examine it?"

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Kisala nodded motioning for him to lead the way. The lobby wasn't the best place to inspect a weapon. Someone would most likely get the wrong idea plus it would be really awkward to do a full inspection. She wanted to see the thing in its entirety.

Please lead the way. I would like to find a comfortable place to look at it.

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Alexander nodded in turn, leading the young woman out of the coliseum lobby and into the open desert courtyard. It was surrounded on all sides by stone walls, with bronze statues of gladiators hoisting their giant swords high into the sky over the coliseum entrance. The whole area seemed much more like a temple than it did an arena where men and women alike came to die. In a way, this was truly holy land. The most sacred thing a fighter could expect to do in their lives was eventually die in the arena. Old age was a punishment, a reminder that nobody lasts forever. It was much crueler than observing a quick death, because aging was a slow and painful process.

He lead the girl beyond the gate, into the town that rested outside. It was actually fairly large, it too contained within walls but with construction hearty and durable. Alexander's makeshift home was near here, and as he had already gone to the hospital today had no prior or pressing current engagements. This was his last fight of the day, for the next entire day. The day off felt heavy though, and the remorse weighed upon him. he would have to murder somebody the day after tomorrow. It would cold, apocalyptic day indeed.

A few minutes was all it took, Alexander leading Kisala into a stone building that looked like a simple house. It was exactly that, the interior simplistic and devoid of technology, yet containing various kinds of work-out equipment in a corner of what could only be a living room. A large row of shelves covered the far wall with the spines of an array of multicolored books, scrolls laying atop them where space allowed. Alexander did not feel like showing off the rest of his home, and had only lead this stranger here for one reason: this was his territory. He felt more comfortable here than elsewhere, where he believed himself to have the most control over the situation.

He sat down upon a chair, separate from a couch by an ornate glass table. Much of the decor of the house was well designed and fancy. It could even be inferred that Alexander had a lot of money. A coffee table sat adjacent to the couch, with little clay disks for holding cups of drink. Next to them was a candle lamp, flame still flickering from the dwindling liquid oil, casting an unstable light across the room. Next to that was a picture of the young woman's host, a girl with black hair and bright, green eyes in an embrace. The picture seemed surprisingly modern compared to the rest of the house, as though it had been taken with an advanced digital camera. All other pictures to be seen were paintings of Gods, or famous mythological scenes.

Alexander laid the cloth-wrapped object upon the table unraveling it carefully and displaying the wickedly-designed sword in it's full glory. He kept the hilt covered in cloth, and as the sword full form came revealed warned the young girl. "You can touch this sword anywhere," Alexander explained, but then pointed towards the hilt, "but do not touch it here. The last person that did had to have their arm amputated before the poison completely circulated to their brain. The sword is... picky, I guess is the term."

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Kisala sat down across from him on the couch. She watched him unwrap the sword onto the table. It was even more beautiful up close. Its wicked, yet elegant design was nothing short of a marvel. The man's warning was strange, but did give a little hint about the origins of such a sword. It clearly wasn't forged like a normal blade.

She nodded in understanding before gently putting her hand on the blade. The metal was cool underneath her fingertips. She reached into the back pack that she set on the floor. She pulled out a scanner holding it over the blade. A pale blue light ran over the surface of the sword trying to determine what it was made of. When the scan was complete an error message appeared.

What!? Unable to determine? What metals haven't I put into the database? She contemplated out loud. This was becoming more and more interesting.

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Alexander merely sat in silence, his hands clasped while his lips rested against his thumbs. He was hunched over, watching the process intently. That thing the girl held in her hands... what was it? It emitted an alien glow that illuminated the sword's blade gently, as though the light itself were a layer of dust settling upon its surface. His eyes narrowed in curiosity, as his gaze lingered upon the object.

The girl seemed to be looking at something on the back of the object, her face contorting into one of consternation as she made a declaration of ignorance. He sat quietly for a few seconds more before giving her a brief history. "The sword is very old, an artifact of ancient war. It's origins are a mystery." Alexander's father and grandfather had used this sword, and as they were of some fame and success it had been placed on display in the coliseum. When he joined up, the sword was given to him in recognition of the family legacy.

"It grows larger in the presence of Darkness," he further elaborated, his voice never really passing into anything more than a low, observer's tone.

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Lavaeas of Darkness

Raising along the cowards the day would break along the wonderfully light of the fiery orb, the air filled with sweet scent of sweet and blood filling the fresh sandy air. One would consider this normal for the lord of charm and desires in his more casually undertakings. But no not today he would enjoy a different type of adrenaline today, the thrill of swords and muscle beating on each other in thirst for their stolen lives. It was a good distraction away from what most gladiators had little of or it would be a sudden release the harshness of their suffering if they would be that lucky.  It was such an entertaining sport to be a part of but watching once and a while was nice. Taking it easy and just enjoying the day as a fan to see the talent of this world to compare how great he really wise, his own and style far outstripped most of these humans and it was an absolute joy to get off to.  Seeing their struggles, the pain they had to endure in order to win as the dark prince was at the edge of his sit cheering in the sweep of the show. There were certain some hot bods at their as well that could peel of some nice sensually delights if they had any energy left for the show, falling back to the back of his chair he would slowly think about his flesh.

He dressed in a much more fitting disguise for this day, matching the local ware of this world of all white robs covering the men's style of modesty in terms for the hot weather. Though his beauty, build and charm easily stuck out despite his lazy effort to mask his foreign skin tone, at least he hide himself in human form rather then his true hybrid monster like style.

However the last combat pulled out the most interesting for the La Vaeas to intoxicate himself with, it was he former ruler of dreams, that old castle that had the glass slipper or something, at least back in his own version of this reality. Len’s dark sharp nails playfully dipped along his ebony lips softly while his body twitched in sensation and interesting.  Lenneth had only encounter the Dissent a few times during the first vacation but their last encounter certain had the most impact to number of them that hit Len’s delicious bubble butt. It was a fun night to recall so it peaked some merit to what this version of Alex would be like.

Peering with a much more carefully into the sight of the blond brawler, the last match of the day should prove interesting.  Well it should have but it was a little unsatisfactory seeing the battle wage on so casually and on a level that would merit as passable.  But this was a tournament match after all, they may had needed to hamper themselves to keep the coward alone. However just as his eyes were about to sink into imagination Lenneth noticed something just off about that black ooze come out other fighter’s wound, it was a different kind of power that he expected.  The mad man went crazy from his previous composure and if the act wasn’t real Alex was certainly play it out as such.

If fact the match ended with a nice slice of death as the less interesting combatant feel to his knees and flat to his back, a one way trip to hades’s underworld and the dissent was the winner. A raising brow showed his returning notice. Once the match Lenneth stood up and left with the rest of the coward towards cassations and lobby to mingle with the bets and interact with the start fighters. But Len wasn’t interesting in the humans instead he managed to sneak by masses and make his way over towards the medical area.  He nodded at the guards with a sly fully smile and waving lashing while cross to the public viewing area at the corpse, already the priests placing the coin’s on the mans eyes to send himself off from the living.

While there the heartless stood closer to the body, pretending to pray for a safe journey for this fighter’s soul while carefully examining the wound and black gel coming out from his leg.  The smell, the darkness emitting off was off from anything normally clearly and no one else seemed to really notice it here. Though as he got closer the some of the black blood from injure threw some of itself towards the dark prince, quickly conjure his power Len stopped the gel like substance in mid-air before rotating it in front of him.  Still in some form of activity this could prove something of a study for Lenneth to examine this world a little further before his plans were set in motion.  Holding the sentient blood in a small crystal of magic the La Vaeas quickly made his way out without drawing attention, following the blood as it pointed like a compass towards its source. These ricked of foul play and if anything might be worth experimenting in this darkness.  Leaving the stadium into town Len would attempted to locate this oddity for himself and for the sake of curiosity.  

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Kisala performed a few more tests on the sword. Just a few scans and a more thorough physical examination. Once she was done she set the blade down turning it so the handle was facing the master of the magnificent weapon signaling that she was done with her inspection. She figured that she should not over stay her welcome. She stood up bowing slightly.

Well, thank you for letting me see your sword. She straightened up and gave him a large grin. Even though she didn't know much about the sword, it was an experience examining it.I hope that your situation gets better. She turned to leave hoping that she didn't get into any trouble by saying that last thing.

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Alexander looked at the grinning girl, his expression clearly neutral now that his hands had fallen away from his face and grasped the chair on which he sat. He looked to her and nodded as she excused herself, replying to her as she left. "Me too," he stated simply. Things had already gone from bad to worse, and it wasn't anyone's fault but his own. He slumped into the chair's fabric, his expression turning dark as he began to consider the day. He was still aware of the guest in the room, and so made his agony less than obvious, though it was noticeable that he was bothered.

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Holding the blood out in a crystal cage the same formation hovered just slightly over Len’s had as he went into the bright lights of the outside, taking a pause just for a breath of fresh air and to adjust his eyes to the intensity. Being stuck in a largely crowded seat with people yelling, shouting and literally pissing themselves with excitement was somewhat unpleasant to be around for hours at a time during the matches. He was happy to even see the brightness of the sun if it meant getting some sense of cleanliness. Taking in a very deep and long inhalation the La Vaeas let it go out with a sigh and smile on his black lips before holding up his little location spell, shifting to the right and adjust its height it pointed just to the west of this entrance to one of the more local areas outside the tourist or marketing sections. Trusting his magic’s the dark prince slowly moved towards the direction, taking note of the people and holding the contented blood sample down if they happen to be looking at him or direction. That tasked prove to be taxing one considering the level of beauty Len was gifted with, people of both sexes couldn’t help stare their way even as he took his head down trying to remain hidden.

Pausing at a few buildings he had peek at his hand just for a moment as he held it at his side tightly, pretending as if he was checking for dirt in his nails. Proved to be enough get a general direction but to keep his magic hidden it didn’t last longer then a moment. Hmm there was a nice looking gent to the left that needed a double take for Lenny’s wondering eyes, just long enough for him to bump into someone and apologize while quickly waking away with a smile.

A few blocks later with no one else worthy to take his time or appease the eye candy meter Lenny he would reach an eye sore of a building. It looked rather…dull to gaze upon compared to the numerous other well designed archetypes around. But looking over at his hand the blood sample was vibrating and resonating in this direction of the building quite heavily, so much so that it was starting to crack the modest formation of crystal that held it just a bit by bit. It meant he was close to the source so Len held on his guard and approached the front door. Taking the moment to look around he noticed few bystanders around in case this happen to be a random monster den, holding his magical locate up he polite knocked on the door and waited from something to happen.


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Kisala nearly jumped when a knock came from the door. She didn't think that he was expecting company, but then again it was none of her business. She was on her way out anyway so she might as well see who it was. She walked to the door opening it to see a man standing outside. He was handsome she will give him that. She quickly looked him over before forcing her eyes back up to meet the strangers.

Unlike everyone else around her, she wore her "normal" attire of a snug pair of jeans and a white T-shirt. Her green bandanna covered part of her red hair. She obviously did not try to hide the fact that she was an offworlder.

Can I help you? She asked politely putting a slight smile on her lips. She folded her arms over her chest comfortably. She wondered how Alexander would react to the man before her. She guessed that she would find out soon enough.

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Alexander had felt it before anything else, his hair standing on end as his pupils dilated ever so slightly and his skin flushed as the blood rushed through his veins. He felt a weight settle into the pit of his stomach as his fingers tensed around the fabric of the seat, his lungs feeling tight as though he held his breath in anticipation. He recognized the familiar, creeping sensation of Darkness flooding his being, the hunger taking his being as he exhaled sharply, attempting to dislodge the sensation now inhabiting his mind.

Knocks came from the door, and Alexander's eyes fell upon it like a predator. His pores released their subtle smell as a thin layer of liquid greased his forehead and palms, as well his backside seated against the chair. He looked to Kisala, and then to the door. he almost spoke out to her, almost warned her to know better. His mouth opened and he meant to speak, the words came up it throat but tripped over his tongue, falling over his teeth and dribbling down his chin like a strand of drool from an infant.

His eyes traced a path through the air back to his sword, laid bare and splendid across the table. it seemed to pulse like a beating heart, growing steadily in the presence of what now laid beyond the door. As Kisala opened the door in curiosity, all time slowed down, and Alexander almost found his voice just enough to whisper sternly, "Don't open the door." His words were caught in the silence, lingering and lost with the ghosts of the past.

In the the doorway stood a man of unassuming dress but intense beauty. He wore clothes similar to the garb Alexander wore too, the traditional white robes covering most of his body but leaving enough exposed to see clearly defined musculature. Alexander briefly considered that this man was a gladiator, and become worried that the incidents of the prior day would repeat. While Alexander knew the sensation, he didn't know the name by which it visited him as a specter of ancient nightmares. This darkness was nameless, and instead manifest as anxiety, or even despair. Looking upon the beautiful man, Alexander swallowed his nerves back down his throat, hoping to avoid choking on them.

This strange dressed girl, the man in the arena infected by his blood, and now a man whose presence seemed to drag death alongside itself. Alexander stood at attention out of habit, attempting to find a rhythm in this strange turn of events while also concealing the irrational fear that swept him up in it's arms. His fingers graced the sword gently as he rose, a kind of reassuring sensation that brought him closer to his senses. His entire episode lasted only a few seconds, and he was back to as close to normal as one could be fairly quick.

Kisala spoke out before he did, leaving Alexander to walk up behind her but keep a few feet back from the pair. "What is it that you need," he echoed, having successfully regained his lost composure. He asked the question in a fog of forced but believable confidence, conforming to a standard of politeness that was expected of somebody of his fame. "That is, is there something I can do for you?"

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There was just a moment of sound coming out from behind the door in light whispers after he reeled in his hand back, the light brush sounds of footsteps to a seemly even beat so it was like a giant blob or anything. Still Lenny didn’t lose any tension to his form, whatever the source of this dark blood was it was one of the reason that gladiator lay dead awaiting his ride to the underworld. As the wooden door swigged open Len narrowed his eyes and held his main arm gathering the dark magics of his skills in a twisting aura behind him with the other just guarding his front. Though what he saw kinda caught him off guard, a tiny little girl whos attire really didn’t match anything on this world or even area for that matter. Waiting now with a still claim breath Len waited for this person to make the first move, an attack maybe or a sudden knife to the heart? Oh nope

He eased himself just a bit while looking down oddly at this petite little bucket of estrogen, not much else was coming off especially not the darkness he found. Staring for just a few more awkward moments with a puzzled look the dark prince held up the cage of cystal at the little miss, slowly his hand and the rotating magics close up to her cheeks with a claim expression.

“I’m fine and all that…” Lenny said while mumbling on trying to carry on as plain jane but not really putting much effort to it, not like she was trying any harder to hide herself.

The crystal made no reaction to her but instead pointed heavily at the direction inside the house. Erecting his back at the notice of this he tired to peer inside with little effort again as the heartless towered over this child. Looking on Len’s eyes had to adjust a bit longer for the glare of the outside to leave his perfect sights. What lay ahead was a little surprising for Len, the same man that he recognized both from today’s final match and from his own personal conquests of vanity. Same dressed and physical form was the blonde whom had fought that poor man to death, was it chance for them to meet again even in this reality. There wasn’t denying it now, his locator spell was going crazy being so close to its source.

“ Uhmm what meant to say is hello first. So your Alexander correct? One of the two fighters at that last match whom didn’t die”


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Alexander saw a small crystal in the man's hand, something viscous and black writhing within it as though it lived and breathed by his will.Temporarily the girl who had been his guest stopped mattering, Alexander's eyes still dancing over his new visitor's form expectantly, with a defined amount of cautious defiance creeping out from their depths. As the man seemed to clarify his intentions somewhat, Alexander's hidden tension lessened and he opened up a little more, however he was still guarded because of the stranger's brazen approach.

"I am," he confirmed for the man, adding in a "Greetings" for good measure. He bowed his head and bit his lip. "Yes, I am the survivor." His brow seemed to dive inward over his nose, a clear half of a frown painted across his face that he tried to hide. Written on his face were clear signs of shame and disgust, as well as the preparation for a half-truth. "People die in the arena often," seemed to seethe as he spoke. "It's why they all come to the fight of the week. It's not a normal match. Killing isn't just a hazard. It's encouraged by the managers. Some might even say... they facilitate it if possible." He looked back into the man's eyes, a deep anger now occupying the space where defiance had once laid it's head. "It's unfortunate. I had been here for a few weeks and believed that I could avoid killing. I was wrong."

His voice seemed to have a half-growl to it. Not a threat but a warning, a clear sign of Alexander's discomfort towards discussing the subject at the moment. His tone and attitude clearly implied a deeper understanding of the situation, yet his face and body language demonstrated a definite reluctance to speak on the matter any further. He'd dwelled on it enough today. Tomorrow was his day off, and he would go speak to Kristina about everything that had happened. Or, that was the plan... everything seemed to be rapidly changing.

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Hmm this Alex seemed to be a quite a deal less confident with his body and speech, Lenny could not recall an encounter to which his version was any less then at the very least bombastic to his deliver or show of spirit. The girl however didn’t make much else of an impression for Lenny as she just stood there it seemed for the time being, paying it not mind he focused his attentions towards the paler skin blonde. In kind respect Lenny mimic back to the kind gestures he was given to by the fighter though he kept his eyes glued his host even while bending forward; there wasn’t a moment Len would find his sights not observe the smallest gestures of human interacting coming from this questionable person. There was just a tiny thrill of uncovering this Lenny found in the mystery of it all, literally wetting his lips a bit from the thought of the chase he had to slip his hand as a towel to wipe it dry.

Though the hunt was a little less then what he could expect from the start, already just grazing at the shaky gestures and even meaning behind the lines of speech there was a few eye brow raising points Lenny had to wonder. Was he being honest or just trying to throw him off with misdirection? Hmm he would need to probe this a bit further to get an answer or at least one that could prove a little more fun. Lenny broke his blank expression and frown for a much more subtle smile and ease to his gaze as he looked with a cheery disposition painted across those flawless features. Polite he moved in closer and just slowly closed the door behind him to close off attention seeking ears of the ramble outside. Moving no further did the heartless then simply lay his arms and back towards the door, resting his hands just at the lower edges of his hips before limping his head to the right.

“Facilitate it you say? Will then that might explain it”

His hand then rose back upwards towards eye level still holding magical crystal as the blood of darkness drove around the tiny space like a made hornet. The cage would then it became aflamed in purple light that would burn the magic and its contents to a crisp. Rubbing its ashes amongst his fingers Len dropped it to the air where it harmless evaporated away from sight but hopefully not memory. He would play this off a bit more playfully, smoothly with his wit rather then hurling a megaton of accusations at once.

“I found that substance inside the dead remains of the gladiator from your match today. I can’t say if it did or didn’t directly cause his demise by your blade or not but I do know judging from it nature it originated from an outside source. Such a substance is not naturally in this breed of human at least a garden variety everyday one like he was. If this is an example of the manger’s “special “coaching then there is a good chance you could be in danger of such a toxin as well”


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The man seemed to catch the implication of Alexander's words, inferring the truth behind them at least partially. He understood it by any measure, at least. That was enough. Though, his seemingly cheery disposition that he now bore was enough to make Alexander even more wary than he had been. First the dark sensation, now the man seems to regard death as little more than a bump? Sure, Alexander himself had just confessed that people die in the arena often, but he wasn't an observer. He was one of the future corpses by his own measurement, an uncertain fate that he hoped would pass him by before he was placed into it's trajectory. He couldn't die before Kristina had gotten better... then, what would have been the point? To prolong her suffering, just for her to blame herself for his death? He simply couldn't allow it.

It was at this moment that the crystalline container of the black liquid was engulfed in violet-purple flame, dancing as though it were picking up something rhythmic and silent. The man released it from his grasp and the object vanished into dust, or ash, or vapor, or something. But it was gone as quickly as the substance inside moved which left Alexander to dwell on the implications of the man's power. He felt it again in his gut, the stirring of that feeling from before, much lighter this time. It was more familiar and distant, as though the audience from the games had returned to observe him. Their collective hearts once more beat down upon him, good people made monsters inside by their hidden bloodlust. Nobody watched the games for a clean fight. They watched them for drama and excitement that plays and theatre could not provide. The watched them for danger, for victory, and especially for loss.

Alexander seemed to shake himself from this series of thoughts, his tensed up and took a step back towards the table his sword rested upon, making no motion to grab it. He didn't intend to, either. His intention was written on the expression written on his face: he simply wanted to breathe in the face of all this man had to say. All the while his sword pulsed and writhed gently, feeling the man's power. Alexander wasn't a being of darkness so much as an entity that fed on darkness, though a vile creature he was either way. It didn't really occur to him what he was, either. His concept of darkness was limited, his memory of heartless vague, and his ignorance to being anything more than human obvious. Especially as the man spoke of "breeds" of humans.

In fact, Alexander seemed to fixate on this more than the threat of toxicity flooding his system and driving him mad. His arms crossed and his chest puffed slightly, his face as curious as it was full of false bravado. Hi eyes seemed to lighten though his expression remained serious, almost as if his emotional armor revealed a weakness briefly. "What do you mean 'breeds' of humans?" The question dropped onto the floor, making the gravity of the room intensify. Alexander felt undo anxiety rising in his chest again, it still staying behind the mask of bravery he was projecting. "You make it sound like we're the same as dogs." The phrase wasn't offensive in tone, but questioning and open. Alexander was probing the man for a response, to see where this would lead.

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Lenny’s brow rose up into a steep arch while the other lay down at the opposing eye as he looked on the blonde with just a hint of an overly zealous form of sarcasm. He had to hold himself just a bit further into the moment while the air kept his lungs and chest expending in and out of laugher while the comment sank in. The dark prince held nothing back as his laughter cut the tense away like a hot butter, at least to him and filled it with his amusing voice and condescending ego. Though appearing to having lost himself to the pleasures of such a humorous little distraction Lenny did not allow himself get distract and miss Alex moving further away, more importantly the sword waiting on the table that grew closer his grip. Should he need Len was sure his magic was much faster then any swing of metal the stranger could unleash while being this close to him.

He finally claimed himself after a bout to finally regain some seriousness to his reason for being here, at least the one he was pretending to project. Wiping his watery eyes to a dry bone Len simple stood there with a smile still on his fast while gaining stillness.

“ Thank you I needed that laugh haha. Now being a little serious do you really consider yourself or the species of humanity above scrutiny beyond anything else in the physical world? What makes you think humans are above even dogs? The ability to love? To think? Having souls? To grow and adapt. Really that is a narrow view there are you should really expanded your horizons. Every person is considered different and therefor able to be categorized as differently as earth is to marble, basalt and gannet etc”


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Alexander felt that dark feeling returning to his belly, the heavy nausea and the stench of something feeding down his throat and forcing itself into his bones. It didn't help that this stranger was in Alexander's space, laughing as though he was comfortable here and judging what the boy had said. Arrogance flowed around him, an aura of twisted pride turning the air thick as Alexander's nerves stood on end and his lungs struggled to keep the air flow natural. This was something akin to fear, the rush of adrenaline drawing Alexander's blood inward and his eyes dilating like that of either a predator or an animal set to flee. Beneath that fear boiled searing rage, an emotioned nurse by the flesh of one's heart. Alexander's anger was growing, threatening to swallow him up.

"Why would I bother telling you? Would you even understand?" Alexander let the words float in the air, trying to find some kind of explanation in the back of his mind. The feelings were there, the concept of difference between human and animal, but the words... the words were dancing about his tongue and evaded the muscle and thus exposure to the outside world. Suddenly, he found one, tugging on the rest before through them out like a lifeline. "We're different because for the most part, we've numbed our instincts." Alexander placed his fingers on the his swords cold blade, the texture of the material grabbing onto his fingerprints yet allowing them to slide with relative ease.

Indulge the man, and maybe he won't kill you. Alexander was certain by this point that this man was not a man at all. He was something else entirely, maybe human once but now consumed by the wretched feeling that he poured into Alexander's being. "We've numbed our instincts and overcome our baser urges for the most part. I can not speak for any others... but I am not a slave to myself." The fingers traced back as Alexander placed more distance between he and the stranger, his fingers coming to rest gently on the blade. Maybe he wasn't hostile, but the way he spoke, how he talked... it was Alien. Alexander had never heard another person speak like that. The man before him made no effort to regard humanity as an outside observer might, almost like a God.

But Alexander would not believe that this man was a God. The pressure his presence projected onto the boy was far too severe. The day had been too long already, the stress was mounting upon poor Alexander's shoulders and crushing his mind with the weight. He would not be able to maintain a philosophical discussion about the human condition. He was already so close to having a mental breakdown. It wasn't everyday you were forced to commit murder, after all. "Or maybe..." the obvious weakness in his argument was that he was so quickly able to redact it, and replace it with  new idea. It showed uncertainty, from which a lack of conviction could be inferred. "It's because human beings can inherently recognize one another as equals," his voice was fairly weak at first, but it had been gaining that conviction back. "And then we arbitrarily decide that there are difference which make some inferior and others superior. We create societies based on this notion. We create culture. We perceive things greater than ourselves," he stopped for a moment before adding, "or deny them for the same reason: our sanity. Stability."

A deep inhalation as Alexander's eyes now locked into Lenneth's. "But you wouldn't understand that, would you?" Alexander revealed that he knew something, and he was almost certain that this individual before him was no man. "You're a bundle of arrogance, wrapped in the skin of man and dreaming that it's something greater. You're not." Alexander punctuated this with his fingers, coiled around the hilt of his sword.

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was enjoying himself just as the stranger readying himself with a itchy sword hand and a trust blade now becoming an extension of his arm. Whatever the purpose of Alex’s clearly aggressive tone and sinfully hint of harshness to tongue licking at the large ego of Len’s bulge, a steep razor he tired to irrigated the dark prince but any man’s touch Lenny could enjoy anything. His smile never left while this fighter armed himself with the edge and neither did the fascinated look slowly forming across those flawless features with greater intensity. The ability to push this person’s buttons so easily, to see him wiggled around uncomfortable while threating with an act of daring yet foolish bravery but that was only a turn on that could stir Len’s blood further, among other things.

Lenny did wonder what the little girl in the room was thinking about, she was quite a silent little doll with all this tension going on and about. Was she unsure on how to really take two grown adults converse so casually or had something like a little dust mite taken her attention away. Ah well whatever she wasn’t brother them as much right now. A small little gesture with Len’s two fingers as he waved them upward to command the magic’s at his disposal though it would be a much lighter gift. A soft distortion of the space near the weapon would attempted to drive the blade forward and bring its position closer to Alex’s chest within his grip, pointing it towards Lenny as if alex had drawn his sword himself. The owner of the weapon could easily resist this as there was no real effort placed in this little gesture but simple an incentive to act a little forward with the charm lord.

Filled with self-assurance Lenneth had no fear against this person even if a sword ways pointed his way. He stood quite strong to show his tensionless body in all its wonderfully glory as his hip was shifted to the left with the corresponding arm resting at the tip of his tail bone. The other hand brushed slowly across his neck upward from the back of his golden mane. He quickly adjusts his hair while shaking it to the right waiting for his target make any moved he wished.

“Feel free to use your weapon as you wish if it makes you feel more comfortable I don’t mind, it is your house, your free to your own opinion as well its of little merit for me. Now outside culturally differences and all shall we return to the impending threat to your health?”




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Alexander was too fixated on the terrible presence before him to worry about his sword arm. His hands were tense, the arm itself wasn't buckled from muscle, it's position as fluid as water. That was how Alexander usually held his sword, even in the arena. He held the blade "softly" as he was fond of describing it, using momentum in his strikes rather than pure force, only applying the latter when blocking or thrusting. He watched the man raise two fingers, then he made a beckoning motion. Alexander's sword suddenly raised and jerked forward, causing him to stumble with it. The blade now trembled in his grip just slightly, and Alexander's expression had for a second published surprise and befuddlement across his face.

Then, just as suddenly as the force had pulled it had released, and Alexander felt the blade drop from gravity suddenly taking priority once more. The blade clunked into the ground, the sharp edge of the sword cutting deeply into the stone floor. Alexander paused for a moment before continuing. That was magic, obviously. That was some really bizarre magic. The man just moved Alexander's sword with his mind, leaving the young warrior without a way to respond or rebut. He was frozen, his instincts locking up in the face of a challenge he had never encountered in the arena. This was not a fellow warrior wielding magic of a familiar level. This was something all new, and while Alexander had felt fear before true abject terror had now consumed him. He was frozen, blind and deaf for all intents and purposes to the situation at hand. Kristina crossed into his thoughts and inhabited them, a sincere plea ringing out from an image of her in the hospital.

"Please don't die." And so his choice was made. He would flee his own home, leaving the girl at this creature's mercy. He had a person to protect. A person to provide for, and she was more important than pride or a stranger's life. Kristina had higher value than both of those things. Why, she was everything. But before Alexander could flee, the wolf cloaked as a man spoke again, seeming to have back peddled some what. Was he just probing Alexander? He was, he was just attempting to see how far he had to go to rile him up. What a sick fucking.... Alexander pulled the sword from the ground with a metal sound but no trouble, as though the weapon had just as soon been pulled through the air. It would be hard to keep a contemptuous tone in check.

"I'm certain I'll be fine," Alexander concluded. "I bring my own food and drink from fights, and I didn't make any contact with the man's blood. Nobody has access to me before I enter the arena." That wasn't true. He made one trip to the hospital a day, and during that time if a person wanted to get to him they could. Not that it mattered much because of Alexander's... condition. That toxic blood killed most bacteria outright, so disease had seldom been a problem. Poisons had practically no effect. In fact, only a handful of things hurt Alexander, and none of those things were in the house or readily available. Precious metals only kept by the richest in the city could burn him, make him ill, or other things of the like. His body seemed to have an allergic reaction to them-- the best kept secret Alexander had.

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Lavaeas of Darkness

Lenneth’s eyes widen a bit just from the few moments passing after his little invitation for Alex to find some comfort to himself, even just pulling his head back for a second to really examine this warrior stumbled about like that. It was like he was honestly caught off guard by something so minor at least to Lenneth’s range of experiences. Raising his brow and wondering to himself just what was so scary he came to a quick conclusion this man had not really understood the forces beyond the physical worlds just yet. These “Gods” were after all just likely powerfully beings that the humans of this world had yet to understand or reach the level of existence quite yet due to their own delusion of inferiority, Alex boy here my just fall into that category. The idea of magic shouldn’t be too surprising in this world after all just likely human sized one that wasn’t recognized.

Alex gained back his composure after the charming lord of darkness laid back some of his tension and even interesting at the poor soul before him, if he wasn’t up to par with anything but a normal life then this would prove less entertaining then he could have pictured. Then again his magic was no liar so it was clear that his person was likely hiding something outside his guise of ignorance. The gladiator then offered his response and bartered off more info without much provoking, pleasantly pleased Len took a sit on the ground while crossing his legs and holding his chin lightly. The girl then took a different air she was giving off before, taking off in such a hurry without so much as a world, len wondered if he just interrupted Alex’s girl time with the dam of the night, opps. Turning back to the blonde Lenny could focus wholly on this man’s special case.

Well that is interesting I must say. Do you remember that little crystal I held on my in? Well while its difficult to explain that little piece of beauty lead me to that source of the poison from your opponent. And guess what friend it took me straight to you. At first I thought you had been infected with the same toxin. Now since I doubt a person would lie when someone offered to saved their life and you know of the severity of that poison there is something else your not telling me. And if you weren’t effected then…” Lenny trailed off leaving Alex to finish off the thought as he fit.


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