Dezuel

Dez's bio and character dump

Past…. unforgivable past.-.

"Galbrek... Galbrek? What art thou doing? We shalt have to go now." The familiar face of his sister Galliere greeted him, her long blonde hair swaying in the wind.

"Going? Where are we going sister? This place is..." He looked around and saw small wooden houses out on a grassy field, it was summer with the sun shining bright. The clouds were large and plenty along the blue sky, a couple of butterflies flew past and the flowers on the field rocked gently as the wind passed through.

"Hast my dear brother forgotten? It is our birthday today, we've ought to be swift lest he shalt start extinguish all the candles without us!" Galliere gave an amused smile before darting off, she always were physically more impressive. So swift and strong.

Compared to her, he felt inferior. His powers were pitiful and lacking finesse, they were weak and not refined the slightest.

Finally they've made their way to the meeting place, where eight people awaited their arrival, all those gathered were of similar age. In the middle of the gathering, before the cake stood he.

The one he had been unable to forget, but also tried to forget about. But like a haunting ghost followed him everywhere he went, every time he looked at other people, every time he looked into a mirror or the faces of his family. A face who looked very similar to his own, it belonged to the last of the trio. The demon triplets.

His brother. His beloved brother. Galduric. He stood there with his usual cheeky grin, with a slightly too big blue suit and tie, looking as much classy as laid back. His hair slicked backward, reaching down just below his shoulders, with a stripe falling down over his eyes every now and then.

"Hey! Galliere! Galbrek! Did you two snooze off among the sheep or something? We've got guests to look after you know! Oh and any clue when Jilan and his girlfriend will show up? You know these candles won't be lit forever!"

"Uhm.. yes brother, sorry about that. It was Adam's fault. For not being here, I left him at home." Galbrek reassured his brother.

It was then the car arrived which dropped off the last two younglings which soon joined the rest in a gathering.

The red haired half-demon stood up on a chair. "First of all, I would like to thank all of you for coming to our birthday party! Me, my borther and my sister will turn fourteen years today and in a couple of years we shall all be joining the prestigious St.Laurel's school together. Let's have alot of fun up until then! Cheers!"

Galduric raised his glass of sweet soda in a plastic goblet and took a sip. Galbrek and Galliere also raised their own plastic goblets alongside the other young people gathered.

Then the cheery atmosphere was broken by the girl who had arrived recently with the boy Jilan. She walked forwards and pointed her hand shakingly towards the three half-demons. Pointing at them with her fingers.

"No! Don't drink anything! They are not who they say they are!" She began to yell out. The younglings looked at each other, then the girl then to the three half-demons.

"Ehh? Watcha on about? What's wrong with her Jilan?" A boy spoke up whilst another pair began to whisper.

"She might have seen something... she sees things, that's her power you know." A couple of the younglings nodded to each other.

Galduric looked abit troubled and raised both his hands. "Woah! What's the matter?"

"Watch out! He is trying to harm us! He has demon blood in him! I can tell! Ask Jilan! Ask anyone!" The girl began to panic as she tried to convince the other younglings that she was right.

Another girl began to speak up from the crowd. "My dad died to a demon! They are evil all of them!" She was quickly followed by a boy saying out loud. "Where's the proof?! Galduric is our friend! They are our friends, they couldn't be..."

He was soon overpowered by a louder boy who stood abit taller than the rest. "Where's the proof they are not demons? Jilan's girlfriend wouldn't just make things up! Hey! Are you demons?"

The three half-demons stood still and Galliere seemed to want to step forth to say something when their blue clad brother instead did.

"We are half-demons, we are half-humans. Our mother was a demon but our father was a-" The young boy's words were quickly overpowered by an outbreak of yelling and screaming, with their former friends pointing at them and screaming things they never thought they would have heard.

"Monsters!"

"You should all go and die!"

"Evil ones!"

"You don't belong here!"

The tallest and oldest of the boys stepped forwards. "My dad says a good demon is a dead demon, he also said it's okay to kill them because they are not like us and evil..."

Several of the younglings in the gathering began to nod and throw their plastic goblets towards the three half-demons.

"Get lost you freaks! You lied to us!" A girl screamed out and threw a present package she had done straight at Galduric, the boy stumbled over the chair and began to crawl on the ground before standing up.

"We never lied to you- we never thought-" His replies were silenced by the other younglings yelling and throwing of all they could find.

Galduric threw a glance back to his siblings. "Run!" Whereof they all did.

They ran and ran through the fields and up to a forested area where there were several steep sloopes. The other teens gave chase however, urged into action by the older and more temperamental ones. Many of them had magical powers which they shot after the trio as they dashed through the covers of the trees.

"Over here! After them! Don't let them get away!" A boy yelled as he threw magical blasts recklessly through the usually calm forested area.

Galduric and Galliere slid down a slope and pressed themselves against it with their backs. Being as quiet as they could, whilst Galbrek had to take another route due to a large tree and ended up further away, still within visible distance and he slid down another slope.

He peeked to the side and saw his two siblings motioning to him to stay there, but that's when he could hear a distance away from him. "Hey! I think I saw that Galbrek asshole go this way..." A boy said as he walked closer to the slope Galbrek was hiding by, his siblings could see this from where they were hiding. Galduric pressed Galliere around the slope out of view.

Lowering his voice he said. "Stay here. A knight doesn't charge in because he wants to, but because he has to. I love you sister."

Galduric grabbed hold of the slope and discreetly slid up, making his way behind a few bushes before yelling. "Over here! I am the one you are looking for!" He yelled, this caused the entire search party to stop what they were doing and started to chase after him out through the forest.

Around the same time, that's when the rain began to fall. A slight rumbling of the sky above and the clouds gathering up as a dark omen. Galbrek slowly began to move towards where his sister were and found her behind some thick roots at the underside of a tree which had crashed down the slope some time the former summer.

"Sister... they are gone... we should hurry up and get out of here..." Galbrek panted heavily but was trying to keep as quiet as possible. They did however wait to catch their breaths and peeked about very cautiously, they didn't know if anyone was still remaining.

"We hast to find our brother!" She replied in a hushed yet swift tone of voice, her attire all muddied up and waterdrops starting to fall on her face and clothes.

The pair of half-demons made it out of the forested area and looked at the fields, but what they saw now was the small houses who had been paid for by their mother were now fully ablaze.

"They fucking put our summer camp home on fire! Those bastards!" Galbrek yelled, without thinking before running out and making his way towards it. Followed by his more cautious sister.

"Careful brother..." She murmured along the way.

The half-demon pair dashed down to to where the birthday party was supposed to have been. It had been trashed. The cake ruined. The chairs broken. The buildings on fire. No sight of the former friends which had done this to them.

But there was something left in the middle of the circular garden in which the tables and chairs had been placed. A makeshift cross made by a wooden pillar for a terass, and nailed on it was a board.

It was lit ablaze, and on that cross was also a body. By the ground next to the burning cross a shoe and a small wrapped package, the shoe they recognized to belong to their dear brother.

Galbrek fell to his knees before the burning wooden cross with the body burning on it. "B-brother..? This can't be...happening...there's just no way!" His eyes widening and his hands grasping the now muddy ground deeply, tears trailing down his face.

"Oh.. Galduric..." Galliere's eyes became watery and she held her mouth to not throw up, her remaining hand reaching out as if trying to decipher if it was all a horrible dream.

The half-demon boy looked up with mud on his face, with his eyebrows twitching, his eyes narrowing. "Why?! Why did he have to die?! Raaaarghhh! Damn them! Damn all of them! Damn all humans to the heavens!"

Galliere tried to place a hand on Galbrek's shoulder. "Brother.. I... It's not because they are humans, evil... grows in many places. I will... see justice done... for certain." She had her hand slapped away quickly by Galbrek.

"Grrr.. I shall make them pay dearly for what they did to him! I shall avenge him by wiping them all out! Every last one of their disgusting kind!" He rose up finally after the burning had seized from the rain, he untied the remains of his brother and laid it down on the ground.

"Crap... It's because of them... if it wasn't for them you would still be..."

"Galbrek! He's gone! He never wanted us to fight against the humans! He wanted us to live in peace!" Galliere yelled with tears in her eyes.

"And look what that got him! Look what they did to him! I will NOT co-exist with them no more. I will bring fire to this world! Join me sister! Together we can work to exterminate all of them!"

"Nay! I shalt not be part of anything that would defile the memory of our dear brother! What thou art planning to do is wrong! That's not justice! That's murder!"

"So be it! If that will make us being able to live in peace, I shall murder all of them...." He took hold of the charred remains of his brother and began walking on unsteady feet.

"Galbrek! Galbrek!" His sister yelled after him as they both left the area on weary feet, saddened and vengeful but with clear visions ahead of what they had to do.

Royal Rumble!

Galbrek

Galbrek was walking back and forth, awaiting his dolls to return with the good news. He had an appointment to keep aswell and capture William in the park would he show up that is.Having patiently waited, longer than he normally would be willing to he finally heard footsteps. Beep. It was the jester. His latest creation had returned, but he had returned empty-handed or so it appeared. "Well?" Galbrek said, placing both of his hands behind his back.

"Weeeeell... I got good news and bad news, lets start with the bad news. We found Celine and Andras, aswell as her pink haired friend, but we couldn't capture them and now Eve and Celine are both dead and well... Adam is kinda dead too I guess? He got into a jam in a forest with some beasts and some summoned knight from the girl."

Galbrek's eyes widened and he let his hands fall to the sides before he tightened them into fists. "What?!" He barked out in a combination of disbelief and rage.

"Yes, yes. And now the good news! I actually managed to survive the entire thing and report back to you master. I also uncovered the location of a peculiar house the girls hid within."

The half-demon's eyebrows twitched and his teeth grinded against oneanother as he strode forwards and tried to push Fegin aside. "Outta." The jester quickly jumped out of the way. "Where are you going master?" The jester asked as his half-demon master passed him by.

"There's just no way Adam would fail me... I am going to get my precious doll back. You will stay here and await my return." Galbrek said through clenched teeth, as he reached over to take on a black cloak with a hood. Then he headed out through the main door.

"Oh dear me..." Fegin scratched his neck as he looked for some good place to spend his time while waiting his creator's return. It took the half-demon abit of time to find the dirty and partly cracked Adam. He was covered in dirt, moss, fruit and twigs.

"Master! I-I'm sorry... we've failed to capture..." Adam begun to explain but his master interupted him, he had a look of concern on his face which was swiftly changed to a fierce red.

"You...you... bastard!" Galbrek grabbed hold of the tall doll's collared shirt. "You do not fail unless I tell you to fail! Have I made myself clear?! You don't die unless I tell you to fucking die! Now you made me walk all the way out here to fetch you!"

His master vented and breathed heavily before looking around, and adjusting his stance, combing his hair back to look more refined. "Now... we are going back, I shall have to fix you up and make some improvements."

"Master Galbrek..." Adam said in a affectionate way, seldom had his master shown such concern for his wellbeing. But both of them were now quickly on the way back to the base to regroup.

Royal Rumble!

Galbrek

He did not enjoy being the only one in the building, with all his dolls out doing work for him and none at home able to provide him with conversation or serving him. He had to do Everything himself, a thing he was not used to nor approved of. The news had indeed reported that he was being sought after and hefty accusations against him. Not like it bothered him the slightest, his father and eldest brother would surely do some announcement or pay the right people off. Amazing what money can do at times...

The half-demon got up from his seat and began to wander across the room, every now and then picking up a dart and throwing it on the drawing depicting William. "Where are you? You wretched meddler. If it weren't for you she would already be in my hands..." Gritting his teeth he began to walk back and forth quicker, furrowing his eyebrows the more he thought about it.

On the other hand, would he had not meddled I would not have found out about his powers. Whomever sent me the dossier did well. His walking came to a stop and he froze, his eyes gradually widening. "Wait a Little... the dossier? Yes! Ofcourse! My brilliance is truly marvelous..." Feeling an urge to blush at his own creativity and brain, Galbrek went over to his writing desk and took out a piece of paper using his gloved hands, taking out the most expensive looking pen that he had.

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To: William Chekova Ascot
From: *The letter's sender is blank*

*Written in a exquisite way, but obviously forged and not very consistant*

William,

Now you've done it and there is no bridges left for you to burn. But I am not without mercy for an adversary such as yourself. You will do what I say.

If you do not. Then I'm afraid Vittorio will find his lifeline cut permanently. Not to mention that I will let the entire city know where the Mephisto school is located and dedicate the find to you. Earning the ire of every skulking figure in the dark. You and your family will experience pain beyond your comprehension and all because of you. Every little fight, every injury or death that would occur would be on your hands.

If you don't like that idea. You will come to the eastern district main park, and you will go there alone, to the bench marked with an X in the back. You will come alone and you will not be harmed (a small section has been erased here, it seems to have read the word 'much'), nor will your dear friend Vittorio be harmed or your pestersome family.

But if you get any foolish idea and arrive with allies, survelliance equipment, involve the authorities or some other matter then I shall make you, and everyone dear to you pay dearly for it.

I always get what I want. I win, William. You on the other hand will always lose, if it is bigtime or small is now up to you.
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Galbrek smirked to his devilish plan and sealed the letter with some candlewax, Before sending the letter into the nearby mail-delivery service.

@Letter Bee

Royal Rumble!

Andreim

It felt like it had taken ages since he first fell into her room. But he was not to linger for too long, otherwise he would have caused trouble for Lise. Despite he wanted to stay, it would have to wait until later. He bid his leave by planting a kiss at her cheek. "Let's meet up by the park this weekend?"

He had given her a few moments to ponder on it. Before he finally snuck out of her room during the night, the corridor was empty. Briefly he had considered the odds of being caught and that he could have borrowed some dress from Lise to pretend to be a girl. But it would have caused more trouble once he would have exited the girls dorm.

Imagine if Katherine would have spotted him in such a disguise? That very picture drew him out of that plan as swift as Alto's light. Thus he made it out without it, thankfully not running into anyone or being spotted in the corridor. He activated his thermal vision just to be certain.

Upon getting to his own bed he fell down, placing his hand on his face, pinching himself to see if he was dreaming. But it had not been a dream. Lady Liselotte had answered him, his greatest challenge, his greatest obstacle which could deter him from his future was now with him. He drew his hand down his face.

It was kind of her to allow me to use her shower. While I could use my powers for such a thing, the power is not a toy. It is a gift from the gods, a gift which shall be used properly. Even my morally wrong parents knew this. It's a weapon and your shield, with it you can control your surrounding and those in it.

He turned abit in his bed, placing himself on the side. Leaning against one of his arms and the other holding unto his head.

So many wish to use the power to do evil, because the power stems from evil gods. But if one wipe out evil, the amount remaining would be easier to take care of. The task of a god. To guide the future to a better one no matter what. A leader to gather the rest under him or her, then to ally and destroy the evil. Lise and I. We shall have to be the ones to guide this world forwards, someone must take the mantle and the world is rotten. The evil ones get away with their wicked desires and none can stop them.

What this world needs is a revolution.

Fire to scorch the world and cleanse it of those who defile it, then water to wash away the debris to allow new growth to begin. A better world that is to come.

I will win the tournament for lady Lise, but also for myself and the world that is to come. For that very sake I must not lose. I will win it and from that I will gain the respect and the acknowledgement from the others, even my enemies. Then I will gather my comerades, those who share my vision of a grand new future. For a blue and pure world free of war. But in order to get there, one final war must be fought against the dark. Like a gardener tending to the garden. When you look at it, this world of ours is indeed a large garden with all manner of plants within it. Lise is a rose ofcourse. But there are plants who are bad for the garden, which taint and contaminate the others and spread like weeds. They have to be cut down, pulled up in their roots and tossed into the cleansing pyre.

A tedious work but someone has to do it. If I have to become a god in order to do it so be it. We must train. We must all train. To be stronger. In both will and skill, in might and magic. My parents crafted me into a destroyer, and a destroyer I will be. But of people like them. The only one who made me forget about the cause were you my dear Lise. You who shine brightests of all the stars in the universe, and now you have embraced me with your light and that has empowered me even further. Now I am complete.

Like the thermometer, there is a point where there is a large shift in things. My motivation and determination has never been as strong as it is now. Katherine, Samoth, Cassius, William, Meredith, Alto... even you foxboy can be part of the magnificent world that is to come. But we need to remove parts of the old world first. It is a thing to build for the future, for now it is all about us getting stronger here in this school then when we finally leave it we should create the group which shall spark the flame.

Andreim turned over to look up at the ceiling. This is my real destiny. No.. not only mine but the destiny of the entire world. I'll save it. I will. Freedom for the world. This is far grander than the petty scheme you had in mind for me my parents. To usurp Clara's place in some school for the wicked? No. I will hunt down and destroy all the evil. A path greater than any other you had planned for me. I never was, nor will I ever be your puppet.

ELF. The elemental liberation front. It does sound good. Wind to blow the fire over the wicked, water to wash the debris away and earth to grow anew. Volkazar. That name has always meant nothing to me. I'll need a new last name. While Liselotte's lastname is good it is just too long. I shall have to sleep on that and much more. None knows yet what I intend to do. What I must do. They will in time.

He closed his eyes and slept.

Royal Rumble!

Galbrek

Earlier...

Adam was sitting outside his master's workshop. The only place in the entire building in which he was not allowed to enter, whilst he had an urge of curiousity, it was not something he wanted to sate in order to die for. For what may have felt like an eternity for the tall doll, the doors finally opened and his master stepped out looking slightly weary but also sporting a satisfied grin on his face. Something had surely gone according to plan, why else would his master decorate his face with such a facial expression.

"Adam, I have good news for you. You will be deploying soon on a little errand of mine. You will get assistance however..." Galbrek reassured him and out of the shadows which led into the workshop where he himself had once been made, two figures began to emerge.

Had he reformed Bertrand and Darla? No... it wasn't them. The first one coming into plain sight was a girl clad in dark gothic lolita attire, blonde shoulderlong hair and blue eyes. Her face clad with a look of haughtyness and arrogance. In her hands were a curled whip with a sharp metal piece at the end of it.

The other was a male clad in all manner of odd colour combinations, purple, green, yellow, pink, blue and red. His pants were wide and fluffy looking, while he had a sleeveless shirt with a vest over it. His face and arms had also been decorated with various symbols and signs.

"Oh hoh hoh... good day big brother~ I expect you will come to learn to follow under my lead for master Galbrek~" The girl winked to Adam and then turned her head to look in what can best be described as fangirl admiration of their common creator.

"Your lead?" Adam blinked and looked at his master as if he had been stabbed in the back. He was demoted? He stood there silent for a brief moment before another voice was heard. The jesterlike boy.

"Yohoo! I'm Fegin, nice to meetcha'. Oi, Eve go easy on our bigger bro'. Let's work together aye? I'm itchin' for some bitchin'" The jesterlike young man flung himself up midair, backflipped and landed on a nearby table which caused a beep sound to make from his boots. He also made a pose. "Ta-da!"

"Get off my table!" Galbrek yelled out, whereof the doll in question bowed his head appologetically and jumped down next to Adam. Placing a hand on the slightly taller doll's shoulder.

"Let's get to know each other really good aye? We are going out to hunt and boy am I achin' to do some takin'." The jesterlike doll offered a smug smile, with his earrings and overall decoration making jingly sounds.

"Master Galbrek~ I, Eve shall lead your forces to victory~" The arrogant doll promised as Galbrek walked closer to place his hand under her chin. "Do not fail me Eve. The same goes for you Fegin. Take learning from Adam..."
The half-demon let go of the female doll and now slightly weary he made his way over to his chair to sit down and take a swig of wine from his finely decorated goblet.

"Bring Celine back to me. Then bring me William or Andras. Adam can point out whom they are. Do this for me and I shall reward you."

"As you wish mas-" Adam was about to reply to his beloved master, when he was rudely interupted by the smaller blonde doll.

"We shall return soon, master Galbrek~ Follow my lead dear brothers~" The blonde doll gave both of them a look before marching quickly towards the door, fondling her whip in her hand. The jesterlike doll grabbed a hoolahoop ring which had been neatly placed outside the workshop. "Don't mind if I do! Later masterino!" Fegin waved casually over his shoulder, and thus could not see Adam grabbing him by the neck.

"Don't speak to the great master in that manner! Watch your mouth.." Adam narrowed his eyes at the slightly shorter doll, who replied by sighing and grabbing Adam's wrist and forcefully removing his grip around his neck. Adam widened his eyes in a sign of surprise, this doll were stronger than him. Much stronger. He was so surprised by the fact he threw a last glance to his master sitting down. Master Galbrek... I who love you more than anyone else have been reduced to serve under these?

Some time later...

"Open up the door. This is an order... do you hear me?" The blonde doll spoke to the small slid in the door in which a blonde young man replied back.

"I don't recognize you as a member. Leave." The red eyed blonde behind the door replied in a slightly intimidating tone.

"Hold up. I am Adam, a servant to the esteemed Lord Ravenovich. I have buisness inside on behalf of my lord." Adam said in a authority like voice. The younger dolls both stood silent and waited, the red eyed young man on the other side nodded, having recognized Adam being with Galbrek on their last visit to Vittorio.

"Fine. You may pass. If the other two causes trouble it is on you." The door opened and the red eyed young man allowed them entry, before looking outside to make sure none saw them before closing and locking the door behind them.

It took them awhile to navigate around the Mephisto school, following Adam's lead now as he was more familiar with the area they came upon the gym area where there was some commotion and that's where Adam saw a gathering of people. Among them were Vittorio whom he recognized from earlier, aswell as recalling his tentacle like wings flinging him into a wall.

Adam did not want to get on the bad side of someone who could so easily restrain both himself, his master and that other person whom Adam had not seen before. Then he noticed her. Celine. She was standing there, looking for someone by the looks of it.

Adam did not waste any time but approached. "Celine."

Celine blinked and turned, if she would have had neck hairs they would be standing now. "Adam? What are you doing here?"

"We've come to get you back to our master." Adam swiftly replied

"We? Who are these two? Where is Darla?" She asked in a demanding but collected way, petting the pet rat she carried with her.

"Ohohoh... I am Eve, this is Fegin. We are, just like yourself creations of master Galbrek~" The blonde doll proudly explained.

"Yo! Fegin 'ere at your service, don't mind the ring. I jest happen to like it!" He leaned on the hoolahoop metal ring he carried.

"A clown? I have a hard time imagine you being a creation of Gal- master Galbrek." Celine said in a flat tone.

"How crude! How rude! Such attitude! I'm a jester, not a clown. Thumbs down! Beep!" The flamboyant jester heavily gesticulated as if he took great offense.

"Darla is not here. We should get moving, would not want master Galbrek to wait." Adam said out loud in a half-pondering way.

"...and if I refuse?" Celine defiantly replied.

"Then we will have to drag you there by force dear~" The blonde girl patted the whip by her belt, even looking amused at the idea.

Celine hesitated. If she refused they would drag her out, and there was not really any ally of hers here to stop her. As she now saw it both Galbrek and Celestine were not good people. Both were horrible. The first a coldhearted narcisstic megalomaniac and the other a chaotic sadistic psychopath. At least that's what she thought about them. Then there was Vittorio who she knew was powerful, but he had no reason to aid her here much like anyone else present. She had to go with them to her master. She had to face him again.

Celine sighed and nodded. "Very well..."
Adam nodded in reply, happy that he wouldn't have to resort to any other means. "Good."
They began to walk. "Fegin. You'll take her back to base. Myself and Eve will go and track down the targets."

"Just who do you think is in charge big brother? Don't forget your place~ But you are right, you return to our precious benefactor with the good news." Eve looked Adam over and took one of her hands through her artificial hair.

Vittorio

Having witnessed the teacher fling herself out inbetween Celestine and Vernon had drawn his eyes away from Bak as she had finished her words to him. Witnessing the teacher in action, but also hearing her words to Celestine caused him to feel troubled.

"A training club... opportunities... strongest teacher... monster slayer." Vittorio repeated out loud with his ghostly echoing voice, before turning his head back to Bak. "I accept the punishment. However..." Vittorio began to float away from Bak and out towards Suzume, the teacher which had reprimanded Celestine.

"He is right you know. If you don't push your limit how can you possibly get stronger? You are holding him back teacher."

He came to a stop and hovered just a centimeter above the ground. "Same applies for this one." He pointed to the side towards Vernon. "How can he become stronger if his enemy holds back?" The ghostly young man waited a moment before adding. "Put all your spirit into it or you might aswell surrender and die. People are the strongest on the verge of death. Take it from someone at death's door." Vittorio began to snap with his tentacle like wings around him violently as if he was electrified himself, like bolts of lightning crackling and creating a barrier around him.

Royal Rumble!

Vittorio

Bak had begun to turned from looking quite pale to red in such a short time. At first he thought it was due to anger or overheating, but later confirmed it was neither of the two. She was embarassed? Embarassment. It's been a long time since I felt that way myself. Does that mean she is still embarassed for the state she is in? I should have approached more carefully, perhaps not mentioned sighting her in the showers. But it would go against all that I want. Truth.

Vittorio would have looked at Bak's face as she was seemingly stuttering and going crazy, before she finally managed to gather herself and speak to him. She was indeed embarassed, he could see her hands turned into fists shaking. It was that or anger for certain.

"Every morning?" Vittorio pondered on that, he visualized Bak showering and having trouble with metal parts, he would have done that himself would he be actually doing something which rrequired him to wash that often. For him it was every uneven day. So she was twice as clean as him. For himself he saw it also as a bother having to go do that all the time, but Bak had a more severe issue and yet she did it.

"Impressive." He said out to her in honest admiration. "Violation of the rules. I see. Punishment?" Vittorio floated in waiting, pondering on the fact he had never actually read through any of the rules nor seen any of the posters. Even if they would have been placed right in front of him. Everything he saw was Alto, a monster and his dear ones demise over and over again. In both dreams and the real world, like an endless repeat. But now Bak was looking to punish him, how would she do that? He pondered on the two worst possible scenarios.

1. Drawing colorful and happy things using crayons.
2. Drawing colorful and happy things using crayons in company with others.

Vittorio appeared shocked when Bak finally spoke, his astral eyes widened and his mouth turned into an upside down U. "A club..." That was almost as bad as something he thought about, but this was Bak she would surely not force him to do something with colors or be overly social. Or would she?

"Very well. I accept. What is this club?"

On the better side of things, she would answer his questions after it. He convinced himself that it would be worth it. How bad could one day really be? That's right. He knew the answer to that already.

Royal Rumble!

Vittorio

Vittorio stood silent for a moment, not getting an answer from Vernon, thus instead turning his gaze on Bak. "Do not worry Bak. I would think I deserve death. But this form of mine does not carry my heart." The ghostly young man tilted his head to Bak before lowering his voice abit. "Not a flier. I heard something. Followed it to it's source. The girls showers. I saw you there. So you were the reason I made it all the way over here." He waited for a slight moment before continuing.

"I saw your body. My appologies. It seems like it is giving you a hard time. All the metal parts being in the way."

Leaning in further to Bak he did not waste any time and kept talking in a hushed whisperlike way. "Why are you here, Bak? What brought you to this place? What do you wish to obtain? To answer your question. I see little point in partaking in any club."

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Royal Rumble!

Vittorio

He did not expect Bak to do what she did, but then again he were not very prone to engage into conversations or be more social than he had to. Bak had reacted very defensively to his hand and had decided to decorate the nearby wall with a brand new hole.

Vittorio didn't flinch to the projectile, all he did was to look over his shoulder to where it had landed with an blank look on his face. It surely was not to be looked on favorably by the teachers, any unwanted attention to the school's location would be prefered. But more importantly it seemed like Bak wanted to save the teacher from a particular mystery attacker. That could not end well Vittorio concluded after seeing who it was.

He also spotted Celine over by the end of the room holding unto some form of rodent.

"Hold your fire, Bak. The teacher is capable of handling this." He tried to reassure Bak before setting his gaze on Vernon. "What friends would those be?"

Had his masked ally gotten into a mess with Vernon's friends? Who were they? Could it be Vernon were a friend to this William or someone over by that tournament which had taken place some time past. Unless he were mistaken and Galbrek had done something unwise. Highly possible. For now he waited to see what Bak and Vernon would do. If need would be he would have to jump in to stop everything from becoming a mess. It is after all Alto who is the enemy.

Royal Rumble!

Galbrek

*A call had been made to Galbrek on request of his mother to join her and the rest of their demonic kind in a brief meeting*

"Why now of all times? Fucking shit..." Galbrek cursed as he angrily stopped in front of the large twin doors leading into his mother's livingroom.

He coughed prior and then threw an annoyed glance over his shoulder. "Well? Open up the fucking door!" He barked at Adam who was placed a few feet behind him, and ofcourse after hearing such motivational words how could he refuse. The doll walked up and then opened the door the usual way his master wanted doors to be opened. Flung open for more grander an entrance, Adam pressed open the both twin doors and both he and Galbrek marched into the vast livingroom.

Ahead of them were a gathering of people. The first one was his mother, lying on a sofa or chair, depending on what one would count as a either. It appeared to be the kind you normally would find while speaking to a therapist. His mother was smoking as usual, using a long cigarette extender to make sure he had to move as little as possible. She was clad in a red dress and had her red hair bundled up in an intricate design as if she was a queen.

Ahead over by the fireplace in livingroom stood his second and oldest brother, the older of the pair was busy discussing world politics and matters concerning the law. The younger of the two appeared more bored than entertained, holding unto a drinking glass which had been generously filled.

My wretched older half brothers. Pure demons the both of them. One a snivelling politician and lawbender, the other a weapons manufacturer and warmongerer.

But they were not the only ones in the room. Ahead of him also stood the third brother, speaking to his twin sister. That brother was the family black lamb, a half-demon such as himself. He was always doing things his way and none could get him out of it. The adventurous type who was constantly getting into drunken brawls and involved in all manner of things. Good or evil.

His twin sister were involved in matters aswell, but she prefered keeping such matters to herself. Even though most knew that she was in a sense working for something the rest of the family were not interested in. Claiming herself to be a knight and heroine. Dressing up in male clothing.

It irked him that he had to be found related with someone like her, but on his mother's behalf he didn't do anything against it. His older brother would likely have defended her would such had been the case, as for his two older half brothers? They are not bothered by such mundane matters as they call it. Whilst being pure demons they seem to both have immense pride but in other senses lack it alltoghether.

Then the youngest member of the family. The little sister. One of the few which Galbrek had a soft spot for. Possibly due to her being the only one that was actually quiet. She was however not involved in neither politics or doing any deeds of good nor evil nature. A spectator more than anything else.

"Well, if it isn't our dear famous local half-brother coming to finally join us." His second oldest brother said shortly after giving an amused smirk in Galbrek's direction. Raising his glass in a mocking cheer and took a sip.

"The man of the hour huh?" The third brother said out loud. As if pondering on it. "At this rate you'll have to buy weapons from our dear older brother to defend yourself properly."

"Don't concern yourself with matters not concerning you... brother Andarek." Galbrek replied in a snide way marching past the taller more roughly dressed half-demon.

His oldest brother stood and watched at a distance, not one to ever engage into open conflicts or partake in brawls he considered useless. A man who prefered solving things by the words and laws of the world. Spineless is what some would call him, but as far as he is concerned it is far more effective to legally execute someone than to go after them himself.

The twin sister Galliere offered a polite but slight bow. "Hast thou forgotten thine ever charming smile this fine day, brother oh so dearest?" Galliere, the blonde twin sister of his asked as he was about to pass her by.

"Don't speak in such a tone to me, sister. I don't have the time to stand and prattle with someone speaking in words from a dead age. So move out of my way or you will be as dead as chivalry is."

"It ought to be chivalrous to smitten thee dear brother, yet even the folly hast a right to live to learn from their grave mistakes."

"Keep your filthy speech to yourself, you witless buffoon." Galbrek dismissively waved his twin sister away and approached his mother who was accompanied most closely by his younger sister.

"Oho hoh hoh! Good to see you my son, it is good to see you pay respect to your beloved and beautiful mother." She laughed and put a hand just before her mouth and took a deep blow on her cigarette before blowing out the smoke in Galbrek's face.

"Mother... could you stop doing that?!" The half-demon demanded in an annoyed tone.

"Oh little Gally, I am so sorry. Mother has been soo sad without seeing all of you together and getting along so well for such a long time." His mother said reaching out with her free hand to pinch his cheek. Whereof he violently slapped her hand away.

"Tch.. don't call me that! Don't touch me! I am an adult! Curse you mother... Will you ever get that into your thick skull? I refuse to be made a fool of. I am the only one in this damn family who has the ambition, brain and power to do anything about our damn situation in the world!"

"Sounds like you want to wage a war, little half-brother. Want to buy a few of my toys?" His second oldest brother said with an even more amused look on his face. Wearing that very punchable face he usually wore that made him generally untolerable for those meeting him face to face.

"Watch your mouth Kakurane, you purebred idiot or I'll string you up for the mob to lynch you..." Galbrek replied through gritted teeth. The elder brother just grinned and resumed to discuss world politics with the eldest brother a distance away from the rest of the family gathering.

"Perhaps we should discuss what we all came here for so we can get on and leave?" The third brother said in a bored voice as he fondled the hilt of the sword he had sheathed by his belt.

"I shalt have to agree with brother Andarek. Beloved mother, do please tell us why we hast been summoned?" The blonde twin sister followed.

"Ohoh.. do forgive your mother. I have called all of you here to announce something important. There is a powerful demon hunter in the city who is now on the lookout for our kind. I urge all of you to be careful. I couldn't possibly handle having to tell your fathers about you being killed by such a thing."

"Dear mother, there are actually laws which benefit our kind. The law is absolute and will not take kindly on anyone breaking it. As long as everyone adheres to said law there will be nothing to worry about." The oldest brother finally broke the silence and the silence that followed was brief but awkward with everyone giving him a look which was telling that none of them had faith at all in that.

"I guess we could just kill him? I'll do it." The third brother spoke up, stretched his arms and his neck made some slight crackling sounds. "Could be enjoyable fighting someone strong for once."

"Thee could always spar with me, brother Andarek. In preparation for thine duel with this hunter." The blonde half-demoness added.

"Heh.. no thanks. I am not interested in fights where the victor has already been decided." The tall third brother replied quickly.

"Why concern ourselves at all with just a mere hunter? My mercenaries can easily deal with someone like that." The second oldest brother twirled the drink in his glass, looking very disinterested now. "Please mother don't call us over to talk about such mundane matters as some suicidal hunter. You are wasting our precious time."

"My children! I called you over because I believe this one is no regular hunter. With that in mind be cautious. I could go on and on about this matter but I am way too weary. Is this the thanks I get for looking after my babies?" The red dressed she-demon finally sat up, only to stretch her arms.

"Afraid I don't have the time to care for some half-assed demon hunter whose in over his head. I have more important matters to do. Taking out the trash" Galbrek shrugged and turned around to walk. "We are leaving, Adam. Remember me well mother, for I shall rise high enough to lit the heavens on fire. Just you'll watch."

The rest of the demon ilk in the room watched the half-demon march out of the room, with angry yet determined steps. Some of them had their eyebrows raised.

Vittorio

He was brought out of his thoughts by some muffled clanking sounds coming from outside of his room aswell as a voice saying something. "Good mauling Vittorio." Mauling? Someone had mauled him? Was someone speaking to an enemy in the corridor? He decided to take a closer look. Was that Bak saying good morning? He asked himself as he looked through the dark hallway. Or was it a troublemaker?

Beginning to float along the corridors with his astral form, he gazed from left to right to pinpoint the clanking sound. It did sound like Bak but more silent. Something was not quite right. He saw the door close to the girls showers, which were located close to the gym.

Narrowing his eyes in his astral form he pondered on his options. Either it was Bak taking a shower or it was someone pretending to be Bak in order to get into the girls showers. For what purpose? He pondered for a few moments. Possibility of infiltration and espionage is high. The girls showers during morning hours are a limited crowded area with maximum visitors ranging from 1-3.

The majority of the girls tended to sleep longer before heading down there in a mass gathering. Then there were those who were pure evil and did not wash at all. After some pondering he decided to investigate and went into his incorporeal form and stuck his head through the wall, wearing his serious and no nonsense facial expression which often was his default look. That is when not being angry or sad.

What he was met with was the back. Or well Bak's back. It was from the looks of it indeed her. She was attempting to slide on a shirt and overall Vittorio thought it looked quite difficult, even so she was likely more proficient with it than himself counting in his physical form.

Her body is even more damaged than mine, yet despite this she continues onwards. What is she really wanting in this world? What I desire is obvious but what she truly wants that makes her eat, drink, breathe and sleep. I should ask her. But it would go against my better judgement. I am not here to make friends after all. That must not happen it would hinder my departure.

That Bak was willing to go forwards despite the state she was in. It began to grow on him. A sense of admiration. As he stood there pondering, he had forgotten where he actually were and threw another glance to Bak, this time causing him to look away in a blushing manner despite his form being unable to display such a thing, Before he slid back through the wall.

It was her after all. One can never be too safe. Everything should be regarded as being out to kill you.

The thought came to him that someone like Gilliam easily could have snuck into the girls showers for indecency. But as far as Vittorio knew Gilliam was only interested in Alto, eating food and making tea. Then he came to look at himself. He had done something indecent now. There was only one way to go about it.

He had to tell Bak the truth and his reasonings. But he had to wait for a good opportunity, he followed her to the gym where there was fighting going on. He briefly gazed over to those doing combat, then approached Bak. Casually floating up behind her, placing a hand on her shoulder and lowering his voice. "Bak... we should speak."

His tentacle like wings twitched and did low snapping sounds in the air. First confess then ask of her reasons for being with Mephisto's.

Royal Rumble!

Vittorio

"Vittorio?" The voice came echoing to him, he turned around but saw no one. Then he heard it again. "Vittorio... It's okay."

The voice belonged to Charlotte, a voice he could never forget. A voice so soothing yet so energic. The memory of the evening before the horrible event came to him. In a calm park during the summer. With birds chirping and water spewing out of the fountains.

Charlotte was smiling and waved with her right hand, whilst carrying some bag on her left shoulder. Her left hand neatly placed on the bag to prevent it from sliding down her slender shoulder.

"Oi! Vittorio! Sheesh.. you gotta try keep getting here on time, it's rude to keep a girl waiting you know?" Charlotte pouted before giving him a wink, sticking out her tongue. "Just kidding.. you are two minutes early." She giggled with her right hand over her mouth.

"I-I... right.. uhm.. Don't scare me like that." Vittorio answered with a slightly troubled look on his face while he approached. "I don't have any amazing powers to get me here any faster anyways.. I am not Geon or Carus."

Charlotte took up a magazine from her bag and folded it into a roll before whacking Vittorio in the head with it, not too hard though. "Idiot. Does that bother you so much?" She said before letting out a soft sigh, facepalming her forehead with her right hand.

"Well... I am the only one who is not attending to St.Laurels. It's hard not to think about it. To be fair I am jealous... I would love to have powers like you all have, that way I wouldn't feel so... nevermind." Vittorio tightened his hands into fists.

"Hey! Psssh!" Charlotte snapped her fingers in front of his face. "The powers are not everything anyways. I like you for who you are, not what powers you have or not have. You are fun to be around. To be fair having a power is kind of troublesome at times." Charlotte looked around for a moment before turning back to Vittorio. "Because people will only notice you because of your power and not for who you actually are." She said with a slightly discouraged face.

"But that's not true at all Charlotte, you are really smart, funny and great to be around! I am sure the rest of the school feel the same way! You are really special that way..." Vittorio said, not daring to continue the sentence for fearing to reveal his feelings right there.

"Thank you, Vittorio. I would like to think I am just a regular girl who just happens to have been given this kind of power." Vittorio remained silent for a brief moment. "You always have been outstanding though. Geon and the others can vouch for that too! The rest of the school surely could aswell." He stepped abit closer, as the sun was going down in the horizon beyond the two as they stood there in the park.

"I have something to tell you tomorrow, I think I may be in love." She said with a slight blush on her cheeks. Vittorio could feel how his heart was stopping for a slight moment. Love... she feels the same way I do? I must tell her before she tells me...

"Hey Charlotte.. I have something I want to tell you too. You see I have always-" He was interupted by her. "Oh! Look at the time. I've gotta go. We can talk again tommorrow okay? Okay?" She leaned in to his face and gave him a smile before hitting his forehead with a finger. "Pffoh! Bang. You are dead." She smiled and giggled.

"Good grief... I guess I'll wait until tommorrow then. What's the worst that could happen?" Vittorio gave her a slight chuckle followed by a smile, waving to her as her parents were coming to drive her home.

"Don't forget to be there on time! And cheer up! You only live once! Laters!" She gave him a wide grin stretching from one side of her face to the other, waving her own hand. He had already prepared his gift for her, a music box with a beautiful ring in the middle of it with a heart shaped ruby-like gem. It was not very expensive, but it was bought with all he have had been able to get.
Having opened the music box a few times himself to listen to the theme playing. The tone was sad but also hopeful, like a melody befitting true love. As she was driving away he could hear the melody in his head.

Then the sound of shattering glass, followed by darkness. He was back again in the real world. It was just a memory. A very precious memory.

He was now back in his room, having returned from his encounter with William. Alongside Celestine and Celine. He sighed softly and then reached his left hand under his pillow, taking out a box with a worn out surface. He opened it, and it began to play that melody. The one locked in his memory. In the middle of the box laid the ring which was meant for her, but he never had the chance to give it to her.

"I'll never forgive you..." He felt the tear sliding down his face, he reached up to wipe his face with his free hand. Then narrowed his eyes. "No matter what I will destroy you." He tightened his hand into a fist.