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[h2][color=steelblue]Henry Avaritia[/color][/h2]
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As Henry walked towards the Machina camp he withdrew a healing potion and popped the cap, sipping on it to fix up his fractured shoulder. He could already feel it getting to work, mending the bone and properly adapting to his tissue. Suddenly he felt a Demonic portal open and he threw aside the potion, drawing his sword and deflecting each Bloody Javelin as best he could, ducking and weaving around what he couldn't block. One javelin narrowly missed his head, cutting open his cheek and letting his blood run down his face. [color=steelblue]"Well that's just rude Victoire. I thought we were friends."[/color]

[color=ed1c24]"Well, now, Avaritia, I knew that you were displeased with our ways, but betrayal is too low even for one such as you. Do you think you can simply mingle with the Humans and their Machines? To be one of them? That's actually personal for me, given that I placed my trust on you on more than one occasion. This is where we break up our allegiance."[/color] Henry frowned, it was never meant to be personal. But he had his pride, after 3 leaders had walked all over him and insulted him at every turn not even he had the loyalty to stay with the Demons.

[color=steelblue]"So I'm guessing we're not going to be doing tea parties at my place anymore?"[/color] She responded to that with a pair of Hellhounds, breathing demonic flame towards him to finish what Zak started. [color=steelblue]"I'll take that as a no."[/color] A Gate of Tartarus opened in front of Henry and released a torrent of Holy Flames he had stolen from Zak, meeting the flames of Victoire's Hellhounds and stopping them evenly.

[color=ed1c24]"Like hell, I'm going to let anyone ruin all that I have done up to now. You and your cursed eyes are just too powerful to even exist. No matter how much it pains me to say so, die now, Avaritia..."[/color] Henry frowned. He was feeling this weird emotion that he hadn't felt since he killed his father. Guilt? Why the hell was he feeling guilty? He shook his head and readied his blade, maybe killing her would make that emotion stop.