[color=7bcdc8]As Mason walked, he began piecing his plan together even further. The amount of Ultra Violet he was drafting would be more than enough, and It helped to have the lights from the night sky reflecting against the surfaces of the castle walls. If he hadn't been drafting so much Ultra-Violet, he was sure he'd think it was a magical sight. Outside the spill of blood, and glowing green creatures bent on taking off heads, and the eeriness of the castle all together, it might have been a romantic view. He imagined the castle once lit up the entire land around it with it's extravagance. Now it was only an annoyance, as it reminded him of the Black Prism. Something was surely amiss with this castle.

Mason trickled his fingers back and forth as waves of yellow lights began manifesting itself around him. He would draw on this when the time came.  Going from Ultra-Violet to Yellow wasn't hard, but he could begin to tell the immediate changes to his demeanor. He smiled. This didn't change as he began to catch a glimpse of the creature off in the distance. That wasn't his main goal right now though. He turned right, pushing open a pair of large doors as he came into the throne room. Just as he had thought. The strange light he seen was obviously coming from the throne room. He let the door shut with a rather loud thump. He thought about slamming it and letting it's echo ring through the castle, but his enemy would probably realize it was a trap. To fight this creature with a taste for blood, he'd have to play the part of the prey.

Glaring at the strange item upon the throne, Mason grinned and turned back toward the door. He wasn't eager to touch some foreign object that let off a glow like that. Instead he drew an invisible arrow from the ultraviolet he had gathered, aiming it toward the door and firing, and watching as it broke, slamming against the wall. It was good to know. He knew ultra violet wouldn't be as strong as a green or blue arrow, but it would probably be able to pierce flesh easily enough still. He took in his surroundings. There was only one door coming into the room, and several large windows in the rafters. Along both sides of the room were 4 large pillars that stood up to the ceiling, standing at least 20 feet tall. He stood with a deep grin on his face. The yellow began to make him think of Aaron, as he focused on it. If there was anyone that would enjoy this, it would have been him.

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(Nothing to do with the Fight. - Setting some stuff up. Maybe will even use this later.)

A large wooden door groaned open into a massive dungeon. In the doorway, a herculean sized man positioned himself against it's frame, staring with intent into the obscurity. His onyx colored skin made him hard to make out, except through a silhouette shaped by his form in the pale light that lingered in from the hall. Reaching back into the hall, the man jerked a torch from it's threshold, delivering it's luminosity to the room. As the flame burnished the room, a sizable cistern was exposed embedded into the ebony stone. One would not find Adam's Ale here. 

Within the cistern, a thick darkness glimmered against the glow of the flame. The onyx man drew near to it's waters, finally speaking, his sunken voice reiterating itself against the walls. "It has begun. Your father has taken throne in the East."

As he finished, his words seemed to linger creating an impression of thoughtfulness. As the last echo faded, the darkness in the cistern began to tremble and from the murky tides, a figure began to rise. As it rose, even against the light, it was hard to discern as the dark waters fastened itself to the form, resisting it's slow dissent back into the cistern. 

The man's eyes were fastened to the almost seductive scene of the waters almost seeming to grapple at the form's short dark hair, and then finally revealing the pale young flesh underneath. He could almost hear the yelp as it drifted past the neckline and off the face of a budding adolescent boy. It groaned and fought, and yet could not diminish it's dissent or his faithful complexion as it wrestled against his shoulder blades and stretched itself thin across the spine of his back. A faint sob cried out as it slipped down the boy's tender cheeks. Then defeat as it faltered down his legs and back into the cistern.

Then as the final drop seemed to dissipate, another form arose from the waters. This time though, the water's did not appear to scuffle to the form of this creature, but instead urgently fell away. A snake like creature veiled in bronze scales, ascended from the waters, wrapping it's course frame around the boy's right leg, crossing onto his left, and coming up across the boy's cheeks. As tender as his flesh appeared, the course scales of the snake did not seem to mar it. It rose across his stomach, it's tongue quavering across his flesh. Finally, pulling itself across the boy's chest, it's head rest on the boy's left shoulder. It's narrow beady eyes penetrating the man before them.

A soft voice danced across the darkness and it was hard to tell if it was the boy or the beast speaking. "It's time to make our presence known. The Citadel cannot be made to wait." [/color]