[center][b]Zakhul and Uriel
Everton[/b] [/center]
Recoiling in pain Zakhul dropped the bartender and stumbled away.  As the man ran out of the building screaming bloody murder Zakhul stretched backward letting his back crack.  After that, he slowly bent his neck each way allowing the tension to be released by them.  
[color=Gainsboro]"W-what do you want... from all this?"[/color]  Zakhul froze in surprise, he hadn’t sensed the other human in the room.  Slowly turning to look at the boy on the other side of the building Zakhul narrowed his eyes.  He began walking forward ever so slowly, staying wary of this human.  [color=Gainsboro]"I-I can't...allow you to go any further."[/color]  Zakhul tilted his head slightly, studying the human.  As he examined the boy he noticed the eyes.  In a display of blistering speed, Zakhul nearly seemed to teleport right in front of the human.  Staring into the boy’s eyes Zakhul let some illusion magic fade away, causing his eyes to shift to a crimson red.  The daemon closely examined the boy’s golden eyes, curiosity overwhelming him.  [color=39b54a]“A God’s child?  No…you would have a much stronger presence.  An ancestor then.  Interesting.”[/color]

Looking down Zakhul noticed the dagger being pointed at his midsection.  [color=39b54a]“Oh, are you going to kill me then?  Why would you ever want to do that?”[/color]  A wolfish grin came to the daemon's face and he stepped forward, letting the dagger prick his flesh.  [color=39b54a]“Strike now young one, save the world and become a hero.”
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The scholar had been startled by its speed of movement, it was far greater then he could hope to track or predict, serving to hammer home how hopeless he was in this situation. He saw the daemon's true eyes, red as blood, staring back at him. Now, he could hear it speaking clearly as it wasn't at a distance, rather, it was analyzing him. His knife pressed against the elder daemon's skin, as it tried to goad him in to action. Before he made the decision to press the knife further in or not, with their eyes intent on eachothers and the focus Uriel was attempting to call in to action, he ended up inadvertently triggering his ability. Uriel's eyes shined for but a split second, and his hands, taut on his knife, wouldn't stop shaking even as he witnessed the nature of the being in front of him. 

[color=Gainsboro]"You're no devil at all..."[/color] The young man had spoken, a stutter to his voice as he did, the look on his face not one of fear as it had been before, but rather of interest. In that moment, he had found himself staring at the daemon with the same amount of curiosity that it had shown him. [color=Gainsboro]"You're lost... like a child."[/color] He whispered under his unsteady breath, taking a few steps back from the daemon to get the support of the wall behind him, the adrenaline in his body beginning to pass. 

Zakhul scowled at the boy and clenched his fist as the human walked away.  [color=39b54a]“I am no child human.  I was alive long before your bloodline even took its first breaths.  I have been on this world longer than most nations.”[/color]  Stopping himself from further ranting Zakhul thought for a second.  [color=39b54a]“So… sight.  It has been very long since I met someone so blessed by the gods.”[/color]

[color=39b54a]“I am not lost, just merely in need of directions.  I have just woken after a long slumber and it seems to me that the politics of this world has changed.” [/color] walking over to the bar Zakhul reached over and grabbed two mugs.  Filling them both with mead he brought them over to the boy.  Handing one of the drinks to the boy, he took a long drink out of the other one.  [color=39b54a]“Now you are my hostage.  No harm will come to you if you comply with my requests.  First what is your name, and second where am I?”
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Uriel, with the support of the wall behind him, let out a sigh of relief as he heard that he was a hostage. Much to his surprise, he found he wasn't quivering in fear as much after the use of his ability. He sheathed his meek dagger, bringing a hand up to his forehead to wipe away the sweat that had accumulated there, and to pull back the hood of his cloak. He took a couple of long breaths to calm himself down, and took the drink from the daemon's hand, nodding to show that he understood before he had spoken. [color=Gainsboro]"A spiritual child, not a physical one."[/color] He hastily corrected, more for his sake then the daemon's, before continuing his line of dialogue. [color=Gainsboro]"My name is Uriel Aethyn, and you're in Everton, near the border of Estorna. Allow me to get you my map."[/color] He spoke as he carefully walked over to a nearby table, painstakingly showing his every move to Zakhul so as to not arouse any sudden action. The scholar placed his mug on the table and angled his body to the side to show his captor what he was doing. He took off his satchel, and placed it next to his cup of mead, opening it and pulling out his map of the southern regions, unfurling it as he did.

With his map in hand, he turned to face Zakhul, holding it out for him to take. Once it was taken out of his hands, he dared to continue talking with him. [color=Gainsboro]"We can't stay here in town, the other monster hunter has alerted their best and brightest by now..."[/color] He trailed off as he came to the pallid realization that by working with the daemon, the other townspeople may come after him, thinking of him as some form of agent. It left a bitter taste in his mouth as he picked up where he left off in his conversation with Zakhul. [color=Gainsboro]"... and so we must keep moving to prevent them from bearing down on you. You could be able to kill them all, but the town would never recover, and the south would be threatened as a result. These hunters, they curb the monster population in the area. If all of them die, then many others unrelated to this incident will die too."[/color]

Zakhul looked closely at the map recognizing only a few of the nations on the map.  Of course, the Grand Kingdom was still there.  Still unsure of where to go Zakhul wasn’t looking for anything in particular on the map.  Just trying to get the lay of the land he didn’t bother looking at the smaller city markers because they were of little significance to him.  [color=39b54a]“My name is Zakhul, and you are correct about needing to get moving.  I am not sure where to go, so I will let you decide where we will be heading.”[/color]  Giving the map back to Uriel he walked over to a window and looked out into the town.  A large group of monster hunters had formed a semicircle in front of the building waiting for the daemon to attack them.  Walking to the back of the building he stopped and listened.  Zakhul could hear rushed breaths and the creaking of leather on the other side of the door.

Walking back to Uriel he grabbed his mug and took another drink.  [color=39b54a]“We will have to wait to decide where we are heading until we escape from here.  Do as I say and you will live.”[/color]  Walking over to the wall facing the closest to the edge of the city he pressed a hand to it.  After waiting a few seconds he pushed hard until the wood began to creak.  Quickly he hit it with immense force causing the wood to splinter outwards.  Turning back towards Uriel he gestured towards the hole in the wall and waved his hand.  [color=39b54a]“Quick now!!”[/color]

Having taken the map from Zakhul, he folded it and put it back in to his bag, before picking his satchel up and putting it on himself. As the daemon looked out the window, the hostage's own eyes were drawn to the aftermath of his captor's slaughter a couple feet away from him, the blood from its previous attackers beginning to seep in to the wood. Their corpses served as a sharp reminder for him not to forget the situation he had found himself in, regardless of the mercy it had shown him. He had seen in to its nature; yes, he was calmed by his understanding of the elder daemon, yet this doesn't excuse the sin of murder. Uriel was snapped out of his thoughts as Zakhul walked towards him, urging his attention with every step he had taken towards the scholar.

Uriel offered a curt nod in response to Zakhul's demands. He took mental notes of how the daemon was utilizing his strength, stretched his legs as a few agonizing seconds passed, preparing for something of a sprint. He held a breath and as soon as the hole was blown through the wall, rushed through it to the outside world. The tavern was poised near the edge of the town, and the escape that Zakhul had made for them both gave them quick access to the road leading south. A careful glance was given to the route ahead, reminding him that this was the direction he had came from when he had entered Everton. 

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