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You venture inside to a dimly lit chamber and you stand there a moment blinking as your eyes adjust to the change in the light levels. As your sight becomes accustomed to the darkness you begin to look about you. Your eyes scan over the large chamber, the torch light dancing in your eyes and flickering across your face as it slices through the shadows. You enter a little further into the chamber, your footsteps echoing in the emptiness as you walk across the ancient stone floor. Your eyes look over the room with curiosity. They travel from the stone pews near the front to the gothic alter covered with a black lace cloth. Several black and red candles of different sizes burning brightly around it. Behind the alter is a large statue of an angel on her knees, one hand reaching desperately for her sword with her tattered wings raised painfully behind her, Her long hair spilling about her pained face. Above her a second angel is carved, bringing his sword down through her back between her wings and piercing through her chest, a sadistic smile etched onto his stone face. On the alter lays an ancient sword and dagger draped in the reddest of velvets, blood red. Beside them is an ancient text, a weathered leather bound book with gold leaf pages. The cover tooled by a highly skilled craftsman and set with rubies, it edges trimmed with nickel and gold.

The text is of a language unfamiliar to you as you run your fingers lightly over the cover a feeling of a great length and passing of time surges through you. Jerking your hand back you turn around and look up. The cathedral ceiling seems to go forever and disappears into the darkness. You notice several more pillars like the ones at the entrance and you notice several stone archways, leading down dark corridors. Your eyes travel over the red and black drapes and wall hangings to the wall itself as you notice with a closer look that it too is carved. As you wander closer you see that etched into the stone walls is a detailed mural. Your eyes look over the images eagerly taking it in. As you read through the images with depict angels being cast from heaven to the earth in disgrace and shunned from their God's love.

Entering this supposed church was a man of tall stature. His hair fell smoothly to his mid back, bangs partially covering and obscuring his face. His dark red eyes shone out from under that hair, however as he peered around the vast room. As the man walked, his long black coat uttered not even a whisper of his passing. Nor did his footsteps make even the slightest of noise.

Letting out a sudden whistle that started high pitched and loud only to drop two octaves and lightly decresendo, the man nodded. The echoes that ensued lasted for more than ten seconds, giving him a clear idea of just how large this place was and just how high the ceiling might be. It was an impressive structure to say the least. It's actual purpose was still a mystery to him, however and that made him curious.

As he moved towards the alter, the man noticed the blade and dagger laying there. His curiosity further aroused, he moved more quickly, but just as silently towards them. Upon reaching the alter the man whistled again, only this time more softly and in surprise at what he saw. He had a vague idea of just what these weapons were, but why they would be in such a place was beyond him. He would have to find out sometime soon. For now, he was content to simply look up on them. After some time of just staring, his right hand rose from the dark recesses of his coat and lightly began to caress the sword. The importance of these artificats were not lost upon him as he could feel their age and possible power. He grinned at what he felt and what he saw, though the images were cloudy and he could not make out exactly what it was he saw. He was sure it would all make sence once he knew the full story of these blades.

In the end, however, it was the book that drew his attention the most. It was in a language that, at one glance looked familiar yet was unknown to him. But at the next he wasnt sure it was even text in the first place. This made him ever more curious, hungry to know just what this place was, what these blades and book were. Did they have names, these blades and this book? He was sure they did. It was typical of the beings which he suspected had created these things, to have named their creations.

Finaly letting out a few clicks of annoyance at all these unanswered questions, the man turned his attention to another being that was present. Grinning with amusement at what he saw, the man tilted his head and opened his mouth slightly as if to pose to the being a question, but instead shut his mouth and shook his head gently. No. It would be rude of him to inquire such so suddenly. Things would be revealed in due time, and if not, his curiosity would eventually get the better of him and force him to be more direct in his inquiries.

Instead, he turned his attention to one of the stone pews and moved towards it, intending to sit. Upon reaching it, the man adjusted his coat which allowed a slight gleam of metal to show before he sat. What appeared to be the sheath of a sword was what had caught what little light there was in this place. Perhaps it was a concious display of the weapon that possibly lay hidden within his coat or perhaps it was just an accident. Either way, the man sat and sighed almost merrily. It was a hard seat, but not exactly uncomfortable to him. He had been made to sit in far worse in his lifetime.

Smirking to himself the man shifted slightly then with a rush of air launched himself upwards. In mid air he turned upside down and came to rest rapidly, yet without any real impact, on the bottom of a rafter not far from the girl. Strangely his hair remained as if he were standing on the floor below, nor did his coat fall prey to gravity either. "I don't like being watched, the way you inteded to, even if you meant no harm." His voice was deep and deceptively warm, though there was a bite to it that suggested a certain level of a heart colder than the deepest winter. "You are similar to me in some way, however, and that intrigues me more than that forsaken behemoth below."

"A long time you say? Then you have been absent from the presence of my kind for some time I should think. Or perhaps you just werent around true...Demons." He grinned to himself and turned to face her before taking a step which somehow brought him to be standing sideways now on the rafter. "I can tell what you are, or at least that some small part of you is anyway. The fact that you are a blend, however, confuses and intrigues me. What might you be, I wonder. Some sort of anthromorph maybe? Judging by the ears I think."

"Tell me why we have been dead to you for years? You were a castout, werent you? Feh. Foolish, vain, and indigant hippocrites is just about the majority of the Demoinc society. I claim no detatchment from that myself, though I do count myself a bit better than they." He chuckled lightly, the sound was almost musical. "But you say you are full blooded. I can beleive that. I was commenting more on the unusual feel of that which is you."

Suddenly, the thing that drew his curiosity smacked him in the face. "You say, reign? I knew there was something different about you. That's it. I remember now. Heh. Can't say I ever thought to be meeting you, let alone here in a place like this. Then again, I can't say I ever much cared for the political goings on in that poor excuse for a kingdom anyway. It's always been about who has the biggest horns, or who spills the most blood and such nonsense." He nodded to himself, crossing his arms and finaly moving to stand upright on top of the beam, turning his head to look at her. "You know, you really weren't what I had expected. Oh well." He shrugged and grinned.

"No. I like to consider myself a bit more brilliant than most the others that live in our world. As I said, they are all too busy trying to prove who is the mightiest of them all. I care not for such folly." He laughed again then shrugged. "So tell me. What exactly is this place and why have you come to reside here?"

Most of what she had said, went flying out of his head once she mentioned wars upon the gods. He he had heard of such rumblings in the worlds, but hadnt ever been a part of any of it. Now, he truly was curious. "Waging war against the Gods, you say? Now that does sound enticing. Yes. Very much so." Grinning with an almost maniacal glee, the man sat down and crossed his legs, taking his gaze from her to stare into the darkness below, appearing to be in thought.