Memories
"To what doth one owe thee thanks..." Azul gazes ventured from the small pooling of his brew to the dark figure hind him. His gesture was anything but appeasing to the mind nor comforting to the soul. It rattled his existence, for the abomination was anything but experienced. Urusal was young. Foolish. Even naive to believe that he could be trusted, but there was nothing more difficult than choosing to be a tool rather than an ally or an aid. Potential, that is why everyone saw within him but he was just on the verge of exploring his own prowess and control over the mystics. His fingers swirled about the water as he felt the pressure decrease. Within the cove, the sea filling to the ceiling was being drained. "Your hiding place permits little security from me, witch. And do not attempt to beckon emotions with that retched sound from your throat. My servants would fetch your tongue and rip it from your body should you even part your lips to do as you'd call, sing" His presence was so demanding and only he could look down at the boiling substance. Urusal's scaly skin fading so that they would not dry out. His soft tones and texture warming with the absence of the cool water chilling his body. Though the other assumed he was far from comfortable, it wasn't uncommon for the sea dweller to scout and scavenge the land. He, however, did hide from sight. Blue eyes ventured toward the ceiling as he took a deep breathe of air in and his back arched, stretching heavily in the hips and arms rose above his head, reaching for the ceiling. "Oh, are we so greatly afraid of my voice, Hellion?" Urusal smirked. "We've made our pact and we've made our deals. You rush what is time sensitive. Do not forget, I have as much at stake as you do." Urusal's grin was toxic, frightening even. So much darkness concentrated in his smaller form that innocence was far from present. It had died the night his life was presumed dead at the bottom of the ocean. Eras Blackshire was dead. His body and soul left at the bottom of the sea where it belonged. It died with his father, with the dignity and respect his people took from him. Yes, gone. His fingers curled into tightened fists as the veins in his hands illuminated with violet energies of his surging power. He was getting stronger with every lesson learned and every tonic created, every incantation recited and every descent into the abyss of his eternal darkness. The other wasn't afraid, yet. "You have a dut--" "Do not remind me constantly, Hades. The fucking deal still stands...." Urusal's voice boomed, ricocheting off of the cavernous walls. The water at their feet began to roll, violently as his eyes were haloed  in a vibrant violet that almost cloaked the entire orbital of his eyes. He cleared his throat and calmed himself. He closed his eyes as his chest heaved, core flexed. He paced a moment, standing behind his boil. The mystical energies illuminated his face eerily. The tails of eels floating to the top while the claws of a lobster was submerged. "There is a debt on the trident. Part of the trident's power is mine and Triton remains safe while the other fraction remains your's as well as his wealth." Hades flenched at the thought of even making such a deal with the Sea Witch but deemed it necessary in order to get what he wanted. However, he planned on foiling the agreement once Urusal was close enough to taking the trident. Triton and all were to be destroyed. It was far too much of a liability to keep either with the possibility of Urusal wielding a small percentage of the weapon's power. However, Urusal had other plans as well. Neither could be trusted and could not trust the other. "Remember witch, you have a side of the bargain to uphold and do not call my name again. I saved you from yourself but I will set it free if you do not remember all of the deal. You will become a slave to my will and all of my desire if you ever cross me." "The threat is mutual but mine isn't a threat. Besides, if you want me, create a line. You aren't the first and you aren't the last to attempt to weaponize me."  His gaze sharply rose from the cauldron up to the man, narrowing sharply. Urusal made sure his point was clear. With the blink of an eye, Hades vanished with the scent of brimstone and sulfur. Glancing about his cavern, a small grin was pierced with the apparent gleam of his pearly white teeth. The receding water gave a shoreline. "I'll be damned. He created something amazing. About as useful as he will ever be."
