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Aiden walks into the bar and slides into his usual seat, giving the bartender a smile as he asks for his usual. His tall, thin figure and famous face draws stares from around the room, all of which he ignores. It was boring, really. He wanted to try something new. He looks at his rings, letting the light of the room slide across the smooth platinum bands as he waits for his drink. The glass is passed to him and he thanks the man with a smile and a heavy tip.

After a moment of watching, Aiden gets up from his seat and leans against the bar, his glass in hand as he keeps his eyes trained on the one person who stands out in the room. The dancing was exceptional, on par if not better than the dancing of some of his friends. And he knew that face. Misha Pellzchoff. A small smile slides across his lips. He knew who he wanted that night. He hands his glass to a worker and joins the mass of moving bodies, his long association with professional dancers showing as he too begins to move to the heavy beat of the music.

Azel looks up at the man, pleading with him. "Don't leave her. She loves you. You're going to break her if you go!"
The man considers, giving Azel a once-over, and a slow, evil smile forms on his lips. "I won't play around anymore... if you'll be my partner instead."
Azel's eyes widen in horror. He wants to refuse. He wants to refuse so, so badly. But his sister needed this man. She was convinced he was her true love, and had been so sure... he couldn't break her heart. He nods, body shaking from nerves. He wasn't sure if he'd be able to. But he had to. "...fine..." he whispers. The man's smile widens and he's taken inside the room.

--a few days later--

Azel wakes up to the sound of his sister screaming, looking enraged, tear tracks marking her cheeks. She holds a knife in hand. "HOW COULD YOU?" She shrieks. "I TRUSTED YOU!" She's being held back by that man. That evil man. The man he had sold his body to, just to make sure something like this didn't happen. Azel clutches the spoiled sheets to his body as he looks on in horror.

There's some soft whispering going around in the background, the sound of that evil man's voice trying to calm his sister down, and at first, it seems to work. But then she takes the knife to the man's face, making his let her go, and she runs over to the bed. Azel tries to get away, but his sore body wasn't listening to him. He was too stiff to move fast enough.

The first strike went across his cheeks. The burn was terrible, and he couldn't tell what hurt more, his heart, or his body. He raises his hands up, covering his face, defending himself, trying to get her to stop. The tears fall down his cheeks. But the hands and tears do nothing as his sister slashes his arms, then stabs him. She stabs him again, and again, and again, until he feels nothing but the pain and cold. His lifeblood was seeping away. But still she stabs. When she's done, Azel's body lies a mangled mess.

Aeth looks around the library, sniffing some of the books curiously, trying his best not to sneeze. He had learned how precious books are long ago. It had been one of the first lessons his father-who-is-not had taught him. His white hair seems to change color as he passes different levels of lighting. His eyes, for now a light pink color, carry innocence.

He looks around the room, staring at all the books, and then taking one out at random. He opens it, causing a cloud of dust to rise up. He squeezes his eyes shut and quickly closes the book and tucks it under an arm, just in time for him to sneeze into the free one. "Achoo!" He sniffs. Good, no random lightning this time. He looks around the room. Spotting a nice table, he walks over there and sits, opening the book he had kept tucked to protect it and begins to read the ancient text, absorbing the knowledge quickly.

Evykor finally re-materializes after some wandering around. He stretches and then sighs. Maybe it wasn't so smart to leave his ancestral home. He had thought that he was at odds with his bloodline, but clearly, those of the human realms were not suited for him either. He was too different; not one of the beings he had met here, beyond the little boy who was still playing with his mind-self and the neko who was starved for affection or something of the sort, had been able to deal with him. And he was tired of it.

He looks around and then flops down to the ground, closing his eyes. "Stupid mortals..." He mutters quietly. He was conflicted. Should he simply return? But then he would still be different. Not an outcast- never an outcast- but different. And all knew he was not the same there. He would probably have more of a chance staying here. But he still found it distasteful when no one seemed to understand who he is.

He sighs again and then turns to his side, staring at the green grasses. He makes the wind blow gently, so that the blades danced and his hair shifted.

Louis walks inside the tavern, avoiding any and all who appeared to not be in control of themselves. They were disgusting, some of these men, with their unkempt appearances and their terrible body odor. He was going to choke on the air if he didn't stay out of their way. He goes to the bar and smiles at the keep. At least the keep looked decent. Or decent enough to smile at, anyways. "The usual, please." He says, passing the the man some money he had gotten after pawning a noblewoman's jewelry. It hadn't suited her anyways, so he had really been doing her a favor.