FALLEN

Oh well, this was a day he was casually waiting for, for a long time. Ever since he started the contracts with that one woman from outside this world, of course this could happen. “Watch out, don’t step on the sigils there. the codes are unstable there…” he said before turning around from his altar-computer.

He wanted to smirk as he saw the other man, who probably wasn’t human to begin with just like his wife, but still looked so much like what an older Meteor should look like.

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The archer just rolls his eyes, letting out a groan.

“What now?” he ask. “for I have not done anything uncouth or uncivilized as far as friends go. nor have I proceeded to try and romance her, so I must ask you elaborate on what you mean?” says the archer crossing his arms.

“or does this have something to do with my moral compass being different than yours? the thing of “not hurting innocents?”

This could be the only other thing the other is speaking of, for the archer has ceased in trying to woo the other. her steadfastness in a wife and his own in having her back keep such a relation from truly forming.

The archer is considerate of the man’s words. His initial reaction is to strike back, but… he can not, for he speaks words of truth, and wouldn’t he be hurting his own family doing such? it is one thing when he was still seeking her, not knowing when he’d see Altria again, if ever, another to proceed with such lives when she is with him.

“you speak sense to me, and words I should have considered long ago. I apologize for such discord if I’ve made rift between the two. I have allowed my own weakness to control me and it is a thing that can easily lead to ruin. My apologies to you,” he says with a slight bow.

“There was no rift created child, I’m just sorry that you got involved in things your to young to understand for yourself. It is clear you have never had a wife of your own that you truly care about.” His eyes narrow slight as a small grin take ’s to his lips.

The archer is considerate of the man’s words. His initial reaction is to strike back, but… he can not, for he speaks words of truth, and wouldn’t he be hurting his own family doing such? it is one thing when he was still seeking her, not knowing when he’d see Altria again, if ever, another to proceed with such lives when she is with him.

“you speak sense to me, and words I should have considered long ago. I apologize for such discord if I’ve made rift between the two. I have allowed my own weakness to control me and it is a thing that can easily lead to ruin. My apologies to you,” he says with a slight bow.

"There was no rift created child, I'm just sorry that you got involved in things your to young to understand for yourself. It is clear you have never had a wife of your own that you truly care about." His eyes narrow slight as a small grin take 's to his lips.

Being summoned doesn’t hurt really..it’s more like being squeezed though a rip in the fabric of time and space, before just coming into being. It’s disorienting, to say in the least. Gil knelt, clad tightly in his red thick armor in the center of the..what he could only assume by looks, was a crudely crafted summoning sigil. The roaring in his head seemed to die down to what seemed like a consistent wimper..no wait..that was coming form something else in the room with him.

He took to his feet and stood, drawing his sword from scabbard, and began to tense his fingers in anticipation, his deep crimson eyes searching for the tiny roars, and for the one whom had summoned him.

“Come then, step forward into the light, so that I may look upon you…”

His voice came out raspy and deep from beneath the helm covering his head. His skin seemed to flake slightly, it’s grey color standing out against the red of the armor accompanying it.

| Spades |      :: Altercation// Shaman ::       ♠ The night was dark, yet the stars glittered beautifully above her. A strong sense of mana rose within the area, bubbling itself around the poor city of Fuyuki.        “ Third? Fourth? Do I… wish to take part in this small squabble? “         ♠ A voice of innocence, a sigh of disappointment. Her beads that rattled and shook against her left wrists were slowly uncoiled, as the black and green feathers shimmered and swayed against the wind. Taking a gold with red iridescent powder, the small shaman started to slowly draw a large circle with a very intricate and decorated emblem in the middle of it. Sitting at the very bottom of  emblem, she looked over her ritual carefully, her eyes half-lidded as she watched the gold powder shimmer to red. A small dragon-looking spirit sat on her shoulder. It made a small cooing noise as it snuggled against her cheek.       “ I don’t know either, Delmar. I’m worried as well…. “       ♠ She whispered to the small spirit as it coiled down her arm and rested in her left hand, it’s tail swaying softly to let the beads clatter and shake softly. The small white-haired girl smiled. She then rummaged through her pockets, gathering her several pouches and a muddler. A purple glittering crystal was placed into the bowl as well as more of the gold and red powder. Green shards and ice were all grounded up into a fine, snowy powder. Soft murmurs, quiet whispers, as she threw the powder into the sky, letting the wind decorate the ritual circle in it’s cold, fine glitter.        ♠ It caused the circle to glow, to light up, to glisten, just like the stars above her. She felt her mana twist and warp inside her, slowly being taken and linked up with the being who started to materialize itself before her. She felt a sharp pain in her left neck, feeling it creep down her left arm and the left side of her chest.  The cry and roar from the little dragon could be heard towards the being as it jumped into the young girl’s arms, letting her hold it tight. When the light disappeared, Spades was on her knees, holding Delmar close to her. She was cuddled close to him, as she slowly raised her head, her green eyes widening at the being she summoned. 

He took to his feet and stood, drawing his sword from scabbard, and began to tense his fingers in anticipation, his deep crimson eyes searching for the tiny roars, and for the one whom had summoned him.

“Come then, step forward into the light, so that I may look upon you…”

| Spades |      :: Altercation// Any ::

Spades daughter shifts out of the form of her mother and sits on the floor in front of the vampire, taking the chocolates from him and slowly starting to eat them as her aqua green eyes gaze steadily up at him.

"Mmhph..wow, that was lame..and kinda painful to watch..my mommy doesn't like weak men like you always bothering her after you messed up with auntie zazi...oh and I still want to kill you..so. you have till I finish these chocolates to leave. Or I will~"

"Oh please my love..don't string on the poor man as such..if you wished to break your vows to me you already would have with so many other undesirable...I don't believe I've been introduced to this young man though.."

His visage seems to loom like an all encompassing shadow of weight for a moment as everything seems to go quiet, though it is broken by him slowly extending his hand to the young man embracing his wife so familiarly.

He’s about to burst a blood vessel in rage.

Who are these people and why do they insist on tormenting me so?!

“Listen closely, because I won’t say it again. I am NOT a vampire. I am the Ruler of Wallachia, the man who laid down his life to serve his people. I refuse to be referred to the stain that taints my good reputation and if you insist on calling me as such, then I’ll have to resort to more extreme measures.” He raises his arms up and behind him, prying the annoying devil woman (Spades) off his back. He then begins to swing her in this mans direction, with the intent of throwing her at him in anger.