[color=8882be][h3]Galbrek[/h3][/color] The boy's name is William. I shall have to remember it for later, he may be of use to me in more ways than one. The self-confidence of this Andras girl is very amusing however, Demon Lady of Despair. How fitting. [b][color=8882be]"Oh I am all for tearful reunions."[/color][/b] Abit of tears always get the better of me... Galbrek felt a tingling joy in his head. Galbrek held over the Icecream-cake to Darla whom stood close to him before stepping up and pointing a finger along William's chest. [b][color=8882be]"All you need to do is allow me to speak with Andras here first in private. Have a little buisness proposition for her. After that is concluded you can continue about your buisness with her, and I shall tell you where to find Vittorio. You can wait here until I return right?" [/color][/b] Galbrek gave William a soft smile without showing any teeth but his one sharp cornertooth. [b][color=8882be]"A win-win scenario for you. W-i-l-l-i-a-m."[/color][/b] He tapped the tip of his finger against William's chest while keeping his gaze fixed on him. [b][color=8882be]"Perhaps you could keep company with my two... friends. So they won't be standing all alone in my absence, you are a gentleman right?"[/color][/b] He motioned to Adam and Darla, the former who looked out of place with his guard-like manners. After hearing William talking with Andras, Galbrek nodded in agreement. [i][color=8882be]I am also convinced she will bring me much joy. When said joy shall bring despair to all who dare stand against me. [/color][/i] [b][color=8882be]"So let us have a little buisness talk after all this is over, fine lady Andras?"[/color][/b] Galbrek set his hypnotic gaze at the bluehaired girl. While Galbrek was scheming, two of his dolls. Bertrand and Celine had their eyes set on Masami. [color=7bcdc8]"Why does he want both these girls?"[/color] Bertrand said in a hushed tone to Celine. [color=7bcdc8]"Likely something vile... but we don't really have any choice but to do it."[/color] Celine sighed softly. [color=aba000][b][h3]Andreim[/h3][/b][/color] The floor had crumbled after large sound from below and it was clear one of them had targetted the floor they walked upon. The scream of Lise was the first thing which alerted him, and his top priority. She fell before he did. But he more or less jumped after. As he did he'd spotted the ones on the floor below. They were going to pay dearly for this later. He instinctly called his water powers to his hands and was planning on using them under himself and Lise to create a circular icy slide for them to glide down on for a somewhat soft landing. But there had been a bright light below them and Lise had been the first to reach it. Alto. He had gotten there and caught Lise in his hands, where normally Andreim would feel grateful this was more a declaration of war. One sentence was all he got to think of while he fell. [i]Get your dirty hands off my Lise![/i] Andreim put his both hands pointed downwards, aiming them for Alto to try use him as a landing pad. The water pressure giving Andreim the fall reducement he needed to not get seriously injured. If he had hit or missed the student council member he'd quickly got up in front of Lise as her skirt began to fell. Like a timely censor he'd took off his jacket and held it out to her to help cover her. Before trying to lead her away from the hole they had fallen through, to avoid being hit by falling debris. He had been shrewdly robbed of saving her from the fall, surely he could still make up for it. [b][color=aba000]"Are you allright, Lady Valois-Saint-Remy?"[/color][/b] He panted slightly and then looked to Alto with some slight annoyance. [b][color=aba000]"Alto. What are you doing here? With Michael of all people? And who's this old guy?"[/color][/b] Andreim nodded his head to Alexander. [b][color=aba000]"By the way there is some-"[/color][/b] A sound took him offguard and the eerily feeling of something in the air. [b][color=6ecff6][h3]Vittorio[/h3][/color][/b] As the floor crumbled, Vittorio looked for the source and then nodded to Nasaraph. [b][color=6ecff6]"Yes, another time would be better."[/color][/b] Vittorio floated up next to Brutus and looked down the hole. Two people had fallen down, but more interestingly there was a light at the bottom. [i][color=6ecff6]Could it be? Could it really be? [/color][/i] Vittorio's face had a wide smile form on his face and his eyes would have widened aswell, his tentacle wings twitching and glowing up. [b][color=6ecff6]"Alto... ALTO..."[/color][/b] Vittorio said in a possessive manner, like a vicious incantation or chant. He walked off into the hole and began to fell, he beckoned to Rurik, Christine and Thobias to follow him mid-fall. His tentacle like wings slided across the remaining walls and debris about until he came down to the 1st floor. Like a merciless angel of vengeance descending from the heavens, he landed surrounded by his now more strongly glowing wings. There were four others apart from Alto down there, but Alto was whom his gaze fixed on. [b][color=6ecff6]"You... had all those dear to me die! Your existance cannot be forgiven! They give me the strength to be here! Enough bring you down!" [/color][/b] He manifested all of his dead friends and his parents like a row of knights beside him. [b][color=6ecff6]"This is for you. My brothers. My parents. My lo.. ALTTOOOOOO!"[/color][/b] Vittorio screamed and lunged forwards with his ectoplasmic wings at the ready, his facial expression that of utter hate and pain, he was however in his incorporeal state. He had gathered information of Alto's abilities during the two years he had been with the Mephisto's. In his awakened state. In his dreams. All he ever saw was this boy and his wicked light. All he ever dreamt of was him leading his friends to their deaths. All he cared for was to kill him and that monster before ending himself to rejoin them. Vittorio was planning on catching Alto offguard once he would realize that his attacks would go straight through him. But there was others here whose talents he had to be wary of.