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@Ace of flames01 What do you mean keep hurting her? I've only crippled her like once so far!
Asher should have realized something wasn't right. The angel had been on the brink of death so long that he took for granted just how powerful children of light could be. His eyes met hers for a brief moment before the explosion of light went off in his face and he returned her look of determination with one equal parts surprise and respect.

You are such an idiot, he fumed at himself, waiting impatiently for his eyesight to return. There was something else he was feeling, all too sharp and familiar, but for now he was far too focused on the present to acknowledge it.

Things started to move quickly from there, yet he felt like couldn't move the events unfolded. He heard a sickening crunch that he would later realize was Naya's skull getting far too friendly with a rock. Livia was demanding what her orders were. But before he had a chance to say it do anything, his vision returned in time to witness the princess land again and heal the witch. He saw her pay for her kindness and heard a vampire come out of nowhere and claim her as his own.

Asher was overwhelmed, but, perhaps more importantly, he was also furious. "ENOUGH!" he roared, easily drowning out the rest of the noises. Balmung, which the prince did not recall drawing, was stabbed into ground, with an unbelievable amount of dark magic coursing through it. Dozens of phantom hands made of pure darkness exploded from the ground around him, targeting everyone around him regardless of if they were friend or foe.

While fast and numerous, the magic was hardly lethal and would merely grab and restrain anything unfortunate enough to end up in their grasp. Not to mention the little outburst came at no small price, as it left Asher barely capable of standing.
Apologies for disappearing, but I'll have a post up in a few.
@Ace of flames01 Poor guy isn't to see it coming till he's at the altar
@Ace of flames01 Oh, there will definitely be anger, but it's all going to be directed at himself. You just hit him square in the face with his biggest fear, and seasoned it with a dash of his second. I'm actually pretty impressed with this turn events actually
@Ace of flames01 He was literally asking for it so I have no sympathy for him
Asher was about to wordlessly comply with Naya's request, but her remark threw him off. How would having her in my lap make anyone feel better? wondered to himself, but opted to glare at the witch rather than let his bewilderment become apparent.

Satisfied that he had saved enough face, he keeled next to the semi-coherent angel and wrapped one arm around her waist and placed his other hand behind her head for support. Just as Naya instructed, the prince brought her to a sitting position as carefully as he could, taking moment to answer Livia's question, "She's the key ending this war. One way or another, the king of light will lose his will to continue fighting."

Although healed the most part, the princess was still cold as ice and her eyes seemed struggle to stay focused. "Get on with it," he said, far more brusquely than he intended. "Please," he offered in a softer tone.

The prince was quickly beginning to come to the conclusion that sooner he was done with angel the better off he would be. Being near the creature was affecting him in ways he couldn't even begin to understand.
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Not only that but both of them are completely oblivious and innocent when it comes to love that for them to actually do something it practically unheard of xD


I'd like to take a moment and have everyone appreciate just much of an understatement this is.
I really enjoy imagining the flustered responses Asher would spout after reading these comments. Keep it up folks
With his attention back on the half-naked man, Asher found himself questioning his origins. The mutt with a brown mop obviously knew the angel, but how he knew her and why he was here in the forest would be instrumental in deciding his fate.

But before he could voice any these thoughts, as seemed to be becoming the case more and more frequently, another character revealed their presence. The incorporeal form made him suspect the figure before him was a phantom, but there was something about that didn't feel quite right. That little suspicion was confirmed when he recognized her voice from his time at court.

"Livia, was it?" he asked, certain that it was indeed the ancient wraith. Demonic politics was a tiresome game of who-knows-who, one which Asher had entertained briefly and had made sure that he knew everyone. Last he heard, the wraith had been off following her own devices, so seeing her here left the prince wary. Especially with that predatory gleam she had when her eyes darted to the angel.

"Watch yourself," he warned with ice in his voice, "She is not yours to take from me." He let his words hang in the air for a few silent moments, giving his unspoken threat time to sink in. Then in the next instant his expression and tone were neutral once more. "But your help would be greatly appreciated. I would have you scout the area, as I'm beginning to become paranoid of more interlopers discovering us." It was phrased as an order, but he knew better than to disrespect a being as old as the wraith, "Is that agreeable with you, Livia?"

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