09-26-2016, 06:26 AM
He remained standing, still bowed as he took a look up at his guild master. Well, was the man going to shake his outstretched hand or not? Observing how the man stayed stuck in place, he made his decision. Apparently his guild master was taking the rude route of just staring at him this fine morning before taking a surprised step back.
With a soft scoff, Ezrihel righted himself and tugged on the hems of his long inquisitor robes. He placed his arms by his sides and allowed his emerald green eyes to scan over this visage of the thief. So this had been the man that his lovely feminine intruder had grown a soft spot for. The man before him didn't look all to special, but he was rather handsome, what with how his facial hair had grown out and how his wavy hair fell across his forehead, or how his dark eyebrows held a sharp arch to their shape. The most attractive facial feature Demetri had was most definitely how his steely grey-blue eyes contrasted against his tanned skin and black hair.
Looking once more over the body of the thief, Ezrihel noticed that his build was stocky, but not too wide. His arms and legs were well shaped and gave the man the appearance of having done some form of physical labor for an extended time at one point in his life or another. He was wearing new black leather armor, having found or summoned a whole new set of unmarred animal skin between now and their earlier arrival.
Ezrihel gave a roll of his eyes, crossing his arms in front of his chest. "Yes yes, a big shock. I'll assume that you'd still much prefer my body to appear more womanly and geared towards your ravaging human sexual appetite. Alas, eventually Ezzy Von Titties will be returned to you, but for now I'm in control of this body, and I'd rather it stay that way."
He paused, pursing his lips before fidgeting with his clothes, strangely self-conscious about how Demetri and IRIS observed him. "Gaaah!" He gave an exasperated groan and flippantly motioned with his left hand before giving a smile. "Incubus is a compliment, little machine. I've been called much worse, my lovely~"
The artificial intelligence gave a soft whir, "Well at least he admits it..."
Demetri, with a look that spelled thoughtful contemplation, crossed his arms. He waved his right hand in the air as he spoke, "I suppose I could deal with this unexpected change in... Companionship. I've heard whispers from various sources that some astronomers have discovered something precious. We should head towards the capital soon."
Ezrihel cut his eyes, looking around the practically empty tavern before he took a few steps. He walked to an empty chair, pulled it out and, in a fluid motion, sat down with his legs crossed. From vague memories he could remember how Ezzy and the thief had reconstructed the pillars, floor, ceiling and furniture of this building. He remembered how they had flirted and tease each other. He gave a soft smirk, again looking over the princely thief. Such a cute little romance had been blooming, a romance that had prodded and stirred him from his backseat games of simply watching and focusing on other, somewhat more important tasks like managing the amount of power and withholding memories from his cancerous growth of a personality.
He loved Lilith and Lilith only.
She was his wife, his love and his only romantic interest. Every other person would always fall to the side for his blonde haired warrior goddess of a wife. Granted, she was prone to the occasional fit of anger that could drive her to rip his heart out of his chest. Again. Or attempt to break all of his limbs. Again. Oh, how he simply loved how rough and demanding of a love game she played with him! He enjoyed the thrill of being hunted down, outwitting his stalker before he would eventually allow her to catch up with him. He even deeply enjoyed the violent thrashings she loved to give out to him as punishment for playing hard to get!
And then he would tease her back, a simple psychological game, if one must label it. While she never did seem to derive any sort of pleasure from it, he did love to hear how she screamed from his playful little touches. Like a wound up spring she would explode into a hysterical and sad rage of profanities and threats, the panic in her eyes always evident for him to revel in. He broke her down constantly, playing with the parts and leaving her to put herself back together.
Yes, he really did enjoy their love games, the loud and profusely gory occasions that many others would look down on him for always brought him a sickly pure form of delight.
That was why he had to put a stop to this needless and incessant flirting that his amply curved counterpart had been plying. Even the thought of himself loving the thief as he loved Lilith made him shudder, nausea almost over taking him for a brief moment.
He slammed his right hand down on the wooden table in a startlingly fast and sudden motion. As the loud slam dissipated throughout the empty building, Ezrihel's eyes snapped up to look the thief dead in the face with an expression of intense excitement. "So, my wonderful Guild Master, tell me about this quest to thwart these Camelotian scientists! What thing is it that they do ever so value inside of that city, and however do you suppose we plan to take it from their grasp?" He paused for a moment and pulled his hand from the table, allowing it to rest folded on top of his left hand in his lap. His tone was playful but borderline sadistic and toying in its lilt.
"It would be most wise for us to start near the capital city, as that is where the purported astronomers are based at."
"Granted, this whole communication thing would be much easier if I could get an 'A-OKAY' from you to talk with you telepathically. You see, I don't like breaking down someone's mental defense, I'm absolutely in love with it. ... Though making you into a broken shell of a man wouldn't be all too helpful in working together or achieving our goals. As such, I simply have to ask permission from you first. It would be rude to intrude on my... Hmmhmm, Master, as you call yourself."
In an absent minded way he reached down and picked at the dirt around the heel of his boot, a smirk growing across his face as he studied the sole of his black leather shoes. The double stitched hemming had always been his favorite part of the entire work of leather. While he gazed over his summoned handiwork, he couldn't help but notice how Demetri's eyes were narrowed at him. He couldn't stop himself from internally smiling at the thief's reaction.
"Well, Master," he started, only to be interrupted by the thief.
"We have no need for formalities, I've dealt with enough of that in my lifetime." He made a brushing motion with his hand, a brief expression of annoyance painted his face as he broke away from looking at the blonde man.
"-As I was saying. I'd love an answer on that whole telepathy thing." He continued with a smile. The thief's reaction to his words was rather telling. Something about the use of the master honorific had bothered him deeply... What about that word though, made Ezrihel extremely curious though it didn't show on his face.
"I suppose if you are accustomed to such a manner of communication, you may, but I myself would prefer to speak aloud. I will most likely continue to do so, whether you choose to do the same of not, unless some sort of restriction prevents me from doing so."
Ezrihel gave a quiet chuckle before reaching his mind out to touch the consciousness of his guild master. He enveloped his mind and spoke. Ah, yes, this is much more comfortable for me. Besides, it's much faster and easier to communicate with you at the speed of thought than waiting for our flimsy and slow biological machines to catch up. Less input lag, if you'd like to call it that. Now, if you'll permit me, I'd like to take a glance through whatever information you've gathered on this so called astronomer relic. ... And I'd also like to know more about your thoughts on my lovely feminine intruder.
"Well, she was quite interesting to say the very least."
IRIS gave a whir, "A succubus," followed by another whir.
Hmm. Interesting only? If you don't feel the need to elaborate, I'll just leaf through your memories containing her. A thought crossed Demetri's mind, bespeaking a permission. Before the thought could form into words and leave his throat, Ezrihel was already rapidly flipping through each and every memory he had with mention of Ezzy. The first memory he had of her was at a familiar place, the last place Ezrihel remembered physically being last. She sat on the fountain, her outfit, pale skin and blonde hair catching his eyes from a distance, drawing closer her piercing green eyes held him captive. Between a fight erupting not far away and a giant glass serpent falling from the sky, the thief decided to save this new lady's modesty by rescuing her from the ensuing waterfall that rained down on her previous location. He held her close to his chest and she touched his face with her warm hand. A spark of deep interest and infatuation as well as some degree of attraction was felt as his AI fussed at him.
Ezrihel moved to the next memory, a memory of memories being shown to him, memories that Ezrihel was already far too familiar with to care to re-watch, though he did note that she was a female instead of himself in each memory. That was an interesting development, if he had any sort of say in it. It had seemed that she had decided to completely block out any memory of him being him. Ech, how rude of her to take my memories but scrub me out of them. Rang his voice, soft inside of Demetri's head.
Continuing looking through every Ezzy related moment, he could sense a growing sense of attachment towards the blonde female. While the thief had always been polite to the woman, it slowly became a more playful and natural process where he actually grew to care about her to some extent, not just as a charge or damsel in distress.
Ezrihel exhaled softly in his seat, a quite scoff came from him as he contemplated and judged how the thief felt about his blonde bombshell doppelganger. Having drawn his precise conclusions he simply opened his left hand and held it out next to him, his palm facing the ceiling.
Since you enjoy the presence of what effectively was cancerous to me, I've decided to recall her into the physical realm. If it pleases you, you may travel with her and take her across the various verses on your adventures when I'm not here. Aside from killing her or getting her killed, I care very little about what you and her decide to do together. Don't make me re-summon her. The alluding to a sexual encounter was thinly veiled as he withdrew from Demetri's head.
He began to summon forth a rainbow hued glob of Omnilium into his palm. Taking his right hand, he traced over the glowing liquid. He made certain to take care a he sculpted the physical body of Ezzy, making her hair flowy, her clothes clean and neatly pressed and not that... Hideous chain themed outfit she had wanted to wear and had urged him to put her in. He had gotten enough experience with chains, memories that she couldn't recall, that made him particularly loathe of the metal bindings being on himself. If she wanted that outfit back on herself, she'd have to take the time to recreate it on her own body once he had finished summoning her.
With an inhuman grace he brought her physical body into existence and soon she was standing before both him and Demetri. Her black hair cascaded down her back and her skin held warmth, but her eyes were empty. She had no memories and no personality at the current moment due to her lack of personal experiences. Though Ezrihel was tempted to turn what was practically a zombie over to the thief, he decided against it.
He made a 'come closer' motion with his hand at his secondary, who obliged him. As she bent down ever so slightly to bring her face to his, he pulled his left hand back and struck her in the forehead with his palm. He had hit her hard enough to cause her to stumble back as her eyes rolled into the back of her head.
She would limply fall back onto Demetri, who, being the good little thief he was, caught her before she could hit the floor. He head lolled back, her mouth limply open as blood ran from her nose. His guild master cast a rather confused and displeased look towards him. He flippantly waved his left hand and brushed the nearly glare off.
"She'll be fine in a few minutes, when her mind gets done absorbing the memories I just gave her back. The nose bleed is a rather unpreventable side effect of that, by the way. I didn't hit her hard enough to actually hurt her. That's something I reserve for my dearest love; a thing our little tumor here most definitely is not~"
He stood up from his seat and reached his arms up. He rolled forward onto the ball of his foot while he arched his back, allowing himself to give a huge stretch and yawn. His arms dropped to his sides, and cast a look to the bartender. In a kind but assertive voice he asked, "Would you mind packing some provisions for us to carry with us on our trip? Also, seeing as I have next to no clue as to the extent of this verse's size, how long of a trip do you think it is from here to the wonderful capital?"
The rather Attractive Bartender nodded and responded, "Not too far. About three days' walk, but likely a day for primes like yourself." He paused and reached a hand up to stroke his beard before he asked, "Would you like another glass of whole milk before you set off?"
Ezrihel nodded and placed his hands on his hips. "Well yes, of course I would like another glass. I personally don't think one can ever drink too much milk."
The Dapper Bartender nodded before looking to Demetri, and Ezzy, who was now coming back into consciousness. "Would you two like anything to drink before you depart?"
Ezzy rose her hand in a shaky manner. "I'd like... Two of the strongest drinks you can give me. Whatever will kill this headac-"
She froze up as she saw Ezrihel, her grip on Demetri's arm tightening dramatically as her heart began to pound. "Oh gods, it's you." She spat half in fear, half in anger. Her eyes narrowed as she shifted herself away from her summoner.
"Me? Oh? Don't give me that dirty look now my darling dearest~ I'm the only reason that you are even back in this realm of existence. If anything I should be the one glaring at you for taking my body over for that little adventure to the wyrm's den. I, personally, didn't enjoy having to heal from that amazing gash you managed to let be scored on my side. Now, you might be a masochist, but I do not enjoy my pain in that way, at least not from volcanic wyrms and their underlings."
"You tortured me within my own head!" Her voice picked up volume as she glared. She straightened her posture and steadied her footing as she held on tight to Demetri's forearm.
"My head," he corrected, "but yes love, but you stole my body and brought it into harm's way. Those are offenses I would normal destroy you over, but I've decided to spare you due to your... attachment to this thief. You had to have realized that your little game of control in my mind would come to an end."
When she gave a confused look, he responded in a condescending tone with, "Oh, my dear, you didn't even realize that you shoved me out of the way and took over, did you? Oh you poor delusional little creature. I wonder how such a pathetic little thing could have ever taken root in my mind."
Pathetic? She thought.
"Why- you--! I'll put you in your place!" Not able to take the condescending tone from Ezrihel anymore, she stepped towards him and drew her sword. In the same motion of drawing her blade, she swung the humming steel down and aimed to strike him hard across the chest.
With his left hand he nimbly reached out and grabbed her wrist. In a quick motion he wrenched her wrist up and to the left. As he pulled her wrist up, he also jerked her up from the floor. Her sword dropped from her hand and clattered against the wooden floor. He lifted his right hand to his face and waggled his finger in front of her as he reached into her mind.
See, now you don't have a sword and you vie to play an extremely dangerous game with me. Alas, I'll be taking your sword for now, until you learn to play nice with us other kiddies. After all, that is my sword.
He let her arm go and pushed her towards her loving thief companion before he stooped down and picked the sword up. Giving a moment of concentration, he started to extract the blade, aiming to break it all the way back down into omnilium.
"What are you--!! What are you doing?! Stop! Stop! That's my sword!!" She cried out, tears of anger springing from her eyes. "Stop! Stop it please!"
Upon hearing her pleas, he decided that it would be fitting to stop at the handle and give her only that back. He handed her the black lacquered handle and turned away with a smirk. As he handed her back only the hilt of her once magnificent sword a few tears slipped down her face and pattered on the floor dully. A deep seated sadness welled up inside of her as she held what was left of her blade.
Now you have a weapon that fits you. Weak, pathetic, laughable and pointless.
He noticed that while the whole shebang had been going down, The Appealing Bartender had produced three travel packs as well as the drinks they had asked for. He grabbed the glass of whole milk and raised it to his lips. He downed the thick drink quickly and set the glass back down on the counter without much noise.
"Now if we're done playing children's games of tag and what not, I'd like to get moving."
With a soft scoff, Ezrihel righted himself and tugged on the hems of his long inquisitor robes. He placed his arms by his sides and allowed his emerald green eyes to scan over this visage of the thief. So this had been the man that his lovely feminine intruder had grown a soft spot for. The man before him didn't look all to special, but he was rather handsome, what with how his facial hair had grown out and how his wavy hair fell across his forehead, or how his dark eyebrows held a sharp arch to their shape. The most attractive facial feature Demetri had was most definitely how his steely grey-blue eyes contrasted against his tanned skin and black hair.
Looking once more over the body of the thief, Ezrihel noticed that his build was stocky, but not too wide. His arms and legs were well shaped and gave the man the appearance of having done some form of physical labor for an extended time at one point in his life or another. He was wearing new black leather armor, having found or summoned a whole new set of unmarred animal skin between now and their earlier arrival.
Ezrihel gave a roll of his eyes, crossing his arms in front of his chest. "Yes yes, a big shock. I'll assume that you'd still much prefer my body to appear more womanly and geared towards your ravaging human sexual appetite. Alas, eventually Ezzy Von Titties will be returned to you, but for now I'm in control of this body, and I'd rather it stay that way."
He paused, pursing his lips before fidgeting with his clothes, strangely self-conscious about how Demetri and IRIS observed him. "Gaaah!" He gave an exasperated groan and flippantly motioned with his left hand before giving a smile. "Incubus is a compliment, little machine. I've been called much worse, my lovely~"
The artificial intelligence gave a soft whir, "Well at least he admits it..."
Demetri, with a look that spelled thoughtful contemplation, crossed his arms. He waved his right hand in the air as he spoke, "I suppose I could deal with this unexpected change in... Companionship. I've heard whispers from various sources that some astronomers have discovered something precious. We should head towards the capital soon."
Ezrihel cut his eyes, looking around the practically empty tavern before he took a few steps. He walked to an empty chair, pulled it out and, in a fluid motion, sat down with his legs crossed. From vague memories he could remember how Ezzy and the thief had reconstructed the pillars, floor, ceiling and furniture of this building. He remembered how they had flirted and tease each other. He gave a soft smirk, again looking over the princely thief. Such a cute little romance had been blooming, a romance that had prodded and stirred him from his backseat games of simply watching and focusing on other, somewhat more important tasks like managing the amount of power and withholding memories from his cancerous growth of a personality.
He loved Lilith and Lilith only.
She was his wife, his love and his only romantic interest. Every other person would always fall to the side for his blonde haired warrior goddess of a wife. Granted, she was prone to the occasional fit of anger that could drive her to rip his heart out of his chest. Again. Or attempt to break all of his limbs. Again. Oh, how he simply loved how rough and demanding of a love game she played with him! He enjoyed the thrill of being hunted down, outwitting his stalker before he would eventually allow her to catch up with him. He even deeply enjoyed the violent thrashings she loved to give out to him as punishment for playing hard to get!
And then he would tease her back, a simple psychological game, if one must label it. While she never did seem to derive any sort of pleasure from it, he did love to hear how she screamed from his playful little touches. Like a wound up spring she would explode into a hysterical and sad rage of profanities and threats, the panic in her eyes always evident for him to revel in. He broke her down constantly, playing with the parts and leaving her to put herself back together.
Yes, he really did enjoy their love games, the loud and profusely gory occasions that many others would look down on him for always brought him a sickly pure form of delight.
That was why he had to put a stop to this needless and incessant flirting that his amply curved counterpart had been plying. Even the thought of himself loving the thief as he loved Lilith made him shudder, nausea almost over taking him for a brief moment.
He slammed his right hand down on the wooden table in a startlingly fast and sudden motion. As the loud slam dissipated throughout the empty building, Ezrihel's eyes snapped up to look the thief dead in the face with an expression of intense excitement. "So, my wonderful Guild Master, tell me about this quest to thwart these Camelotian scientists! What thing is it that they do ever so value inside of that city, and however do you suppose we plan to take it from their grasp?" He paused for a moment and pulled his hand from the table, allowing it to rest folded on top of his left hand in his lap. His tone was playful but borderline sadistic and toying in its lilt.
"It would be most wise for us to start near the capital city, as that is where the purported astronomers are based at."
"Granted, this whole communication thing would be much easier if I could get an 'A-OKAY' from you to talk with you telepathically. You see, I don't like breaking down someone's mental defense, I'm absolutely in love with it. ... Though making you into a broken shell of a man wouldn't be all too helpful in working together or achieving our goals. As such, I simply have to ask permission from you first. It would be rude to intrude on my... Hmmhmm, Master, as you call yourself."
In an absent minded way he reached down and picked at the dirt around the heel of his boot, a smirk growing across his face as he studied the sole of his black leather shoes. The double stitched hemming had always been his favorite part of the entire work of leather. While he gazed over his summoned handiwork, he couldn't help but notice how Demetri's eyes were narrowed at him. He couldn't stop himself from internally smiling at the thief's reaction.
"Well, Master," he started, only to be interrupted by the thief.
"We have no need for formalities, I've dealt with enough of that in my lifetime." He made a brushing motion with his hand, a brief expression of annoyance painted his face as he broke away from looking at the blonde man.
"-As I was saying. I'd love an answer on that whole telepathy thing." He continued with a smile. The thief's reaction to his words was rather telling. Something about the use of the master honorific had bothered him deeply... What about that word though, made Ezrihel extremely curious though it didn't show on his face.
"I suppose if you are accustomed to such a manner of communication, you may, but I myself would prefer to speak aloud. I will most likely continue to do so, whether you choose to do the same of not, unless some sort of restriction prevents me from doing so."
Ezrihel gave a quiet chuckle before reaching his mind out to touch the consciousness of his guild master. He enveloped his mind and spoke. Ah, yes, this is much more comfortable for me. Besides, it's much faster and easier to communicate with you at the speed of thought than waiting for our flimsy and slow biological machines to catch up. Less input lag, if you'd like to call it that. Now, if you'll permit me, I'd like to take a glance through whatever information you've gathered on this so called astronomer relic. ... And I'd also like to know more about your thoughts on my lovely feminine intruder.
"Well, she was quite interesting to say the very least."
IRIS gave a whir, "A succubus," followed by another whir.
Hmm. Interesting only? If you don't feel the need to elaborate, I'll just leaf through your memories containing her. A thought crossed Demetri's mind, bespeaking a permission. Before the thought could form into words and leave his throat, Ezrihel was already rapidly flipping through each and every memory he had with mention of Ezzy. The first memory he had of her was at a familiar place, the last place Ezrihel remembered physically being last. She sat on the fountain, her outfit, pale skin and blonde hair catching his eyes from a distance, drawing closer her piercing green eyes held him captive. Between a fight erupting not far away and a giant glass serpent falling from the sky, the thief decided to save this new lady's modesty by rescuing her from the ensuing waterfall that rained down on her previous location. He held her close to his chest and she touched his face with her warm hand. A spark of deep interest and infatuation as well as some degree of attraction was felt as his AI fussed at him.
Ezrihel moved to the next memory, a memory of memories being shown to him, memories that Ezrihel was already far too familiar with to care to re-watch, though he did note that she was a female instead of himself in each memory. That was an interesting development, if he had any sort of say in it. It had seemed that she had decided to completely block out any memory of him being him. Ech, how rude of her to take my memories but scrub me out of them. Rang his voice, soft inside of Demetri's head.
Continuing looking through every Ezzy related moment, he could sense a growing sense of attachment towards the blonde female. While the thief had always been polite to the woman, it slowly became a more playful and natural process where he actually grew to care about her to some extent, not just as a charge or damsel in distress.
Ezrihel exhaled softly in his seat, a quite scoff came from him as he contemplated and judged how the thief felt about his blonde bombshell doppelganger. Having drawn his precise conclusions he simply opened his left hand and held it out next to him, his palm facing the ceiling.
Since you enjoy the presence of what effectively was cancerous to me, I've decided to recall her into the physical realm. If it pleases you, you may travel with her and take her across the various verses on your adventures when I'm not here. Aside from killing her or getting her killed, I care very little about what you and her decide to do together. Don't make me re-summon her. The alluding to a sexual encounter was thinly veiled as he withdrew from Demetri's head.
He began to summon forth a rainbow hued glob of Omnilium into his palm. Taking his right hand, he traced over the glowing liquid. He made certain to take care a he sculpted the physical body of Ezzy, making her hair flowy, her clothes clean and neatly pressed and not that... Hideous chain themed outfit she had wanted to wear and had urged him to put her in. He had gotten enough experience with chains, memories that she couldn't recall, that made him particularly loathe of the metal bindings being on himself. If she wanted that outfit back on herself, she'd have to take the time to recreate it on her own body once he had finished summoning her.
With an inhuman grace he brought her physical body into existence and soon she was standing before both him and Demetri. Her black hair cascaded down her back and her skin held warmth, but her eyes were empty. She had no memories and no personality at the current moment due to her lack of personal experiences. Though Ezrihel was tempted to turn what was practically a zombie over to the thief, he decided against it.
He made a 'come closer' motion with his hand at his secondary, who obliged him. As she bent down ever so slightly to bring her face to his, he pulled his left hand back and struck her in the forehead with his palm. He had hit her hard enough to cause her to stumble back as her eyes rolled into the back of her head.
She would limply fall back onto Demetri, who, being the good little thief he was, caught her before she could hit the floor. He head lolled back, her mouth limply open as blood ran from her nose. His guild master cast a rather confused and displeased look towards him. He flippantly waved his left hand and brushed the nearly glare off.
"She'll be fine in a few minutes, when her mind gets done absorbing the memories I just gave her back. The nose bleed is a rather unpreventable side effect of that, by the way. I didn't hit her hard enough to actually hurt her. That's something I reserve for my dearest love; a thing our little tumor here most definitely is not~"
He stood up from his seat and reached his arms up. He rolled forward onto the ball of his foot while he arched his back, allowing himself to give a huge stretch and yawn. His arms dropped to his sides, and cast a look to the bartender. In a kind but assertive voice he asked, "Would you mind packing some provisions for us to carry with us on our trip? Also, seeing as I have next to no clue as to the extent of this verse's size, how long of a trip do you think it is from here to the wonderful capital?"
The rather Attractive Bartender nodded and responded, "Not too far. About three days' walk, but likely a day for primes like yourself." He paused and reached a hand up to stroke his beard before he asked, "Would you like another glass of whole milk before you set off?"
Ezrihel nodded and placed his hands on his hips. "Well yes, of course I would like another glass. I personally don't think one can ever drink too much milk."
The Dapper Bartender nodded before looking to Demetri, and Ezzy, who was now coming back into consciousness. "Would you two like anything to drink before you depart?"
Ezzy rose her hand in a shaky manner. "I'd like... Two of the strongest drinks you can give me. Whatever will kill this headac-"
She froze up as she saw Ezrihel, her grip on Demetri's arm tightening dramatically as her heart began to pound. "Oh gods, it's you." She spat half in fear, half in anger. Her eyes narrowed as she shifted herself away from her summoner.
"Me? Oh? Don't give me that dirty look now my darling dearest~ I'm the only reason that you are even back in this realm of existence. If anything I should be the one glaring at you for taking my body over for that little adventure to the wyrm's den. I, personally, didn't enjoy having to heal from that amazing gash you managed to let be scored on my side. Now, you might be a masochist, but I do not enjoy my pain in that way, at least not from volcanic wyrms and their underlings."
"You tortured me within my own head!" Her voice picked up volume as she glared. She straightened her posture and steadied her footing as she held on tight to Demetri's forearm.
"My head," he corrected, "but yes love, but you stole my body and brought it into harm's way. Those are offenses I would normal destroy you over, but I've decided to spare you due to your... attachment to this thief. You had to have realized that your little game of control in my mind would come to an end."
When she gave a confused look, he responded in a condescending tone with, "Oh, my dear, you didn't even realize that you shoved me out of the way and took over, did you? Oh you poor delusional little creature. I wonder how such a pathetic little thing could have ever taken root in my mind."
Pathetic? She thought.
"Why- you--! I'll put you in your place!" Not able to take the condescending tone from Ezrihel anymore, she stepped towards him and drew her sword. In the same motion of drawing her blade, she swung the humming steel down and aimed to strike him hard across the chest.
With his left hand he nimbly reached out and grabbed her wrist. In a quick motion he wrenched her wrist up and to the left. As he pulled her wrist up, he also jerked her up from the floor. Her sword dropped from her hand and clattered against the wooden floor. He lifted his right hand to his face and waggled his finger in front of her as he reached into her mind.
See, now you don't have a sword and you vie to play an extremely dangerous game with me. Alas, I'll be taking your sword for now, until you learn to play nice with us other kiddies. After all, that is my sword.
He let her arm go and pushed her towards her loving thief companion before he stooped down and picked the sword up. Giving a moment of concentration, he started to extract the blade, aiming to break it all the way back down into omnilium.
"What are you--!! What are you doing?! Stop! Stop! That's my sword!!" She cried out, tears of anger springing from her eyes. "Stop! Stop it please!"
Upon hearing her pleas, he decided that it would be fitting to stop at the handle and give her only that back. He handed her the black lacquered handle and turned away with a smirk. As he handed her back only the hilt of her once magnificent sword a few tears slipped down her face and pattered on the floor dully. A deep seated sadness welled up inside of her as she held what was left of her blade.
Now you have a weapon that fits you. Weak, pathetic, laughable and pointless.
He noticed that while the whole shebang had been going down, The Appealing Bartender had produced three travel packs as well as the drinks they had asked for. He grabbed the glass of whole milk and raised it to his lips. He downed the thick drink quickly and set the glass back down on the counter without much noise.
"Now if we're done playing children's games of tag and what not, I'd like to get moving."
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