The Perpetual Twilight RP

A smirk passed across Amelia's lips as her eyes fell on Stefan. "And you are?" she asked, a look of superior, condesending dinterest briefly flickering across her features as she took a seat on the Queen's throne, playing with a strand of darkness that looped between her fingers. "A servant? A slave? A hound, begging for scraps of food and a kennel. We are your masters now boy. You would do well to remember that if you are fond of your head."
 
When Stefan heard her little comment about them being his "masters" and this fueled his angar to his peak and his eyes were blazing red like fire.Out of all the years he has been alive none ever said that to him not even the King.He got up and his hands turned black with smoke.

"I am the Angel Of Death, and one thing no one is my master and you will do well and remeber it"Stefan said through his anger.
 
"The Angel of Death?" Amelia seemed to find this funny. A high pitched laugh emitted from her mouth, and she shook her head, tears rolling down her pale cheeks.
"Oh dear boy. You've got it all wrong." She stood up, and walked over to him, careful to step on the King's lifeless hand as she moved, swan-like, to stand beside him.
"I am the Angel of Death, sweet child," she sneered.
 
Kypneam looked at the self-proclaimed 'Angel of Death' with disgust.

"Oh. And Amelia, take the King and Queen if you wish. They serve no purpose to us any longer." Then, he raised his blade and pointed it at the Angel of Death.

"Miserable creature. 'Angel of Death', you say. To Lord Rhade, you're nothing, for he is, a God of Death. Bow down to your liege!" Kypneam shouted.
 
Henrietta's stance lightened, but her Odachi still hung in the air. The stranger seemed less threatening for now, but she wouldnt trust him, or anyone for that matter, with the prince's identity. Spies plagued the country and the last thing a fleeing royalty would do is to proclaim his identity. Plus, it was not her job. Her job was to ensure the Crown Prince's survival. The talking and descicion making fell to the Assassin Solstice.
 
Kal thought for a second, simply standing there with his weird smile. He was no were near stupid enough to take on both these 2, the winged girl seemed to have some skill with thrown weapons, and this new girl was still a mystery. Though her sword was unusual enough to make one stay on ones toes.

The young man in the background, he looked familiar. Not like anyone he had seen before, but more like one he had gotten described.
Thinking from there, there is only a handful, if that many, that are known enough to get a description going around.
“Oh… he must be important then” Kal thought to himself, still wondering slightly, though he had his suspicions.

The new girl seemed to relax, ever so slight as it was, though she still seemed like she were a beast ready to pounce.
Then it hit him, he had heard rumors, there were not many winged ones in this part of the lands, and the only one he could think of that followed this lad around.
It was the prince he concluded, as his smile turned to a grin. If nothing else he would be able to see how their lie would play out.
“So?” he stated out loud enough for them all to hear. “I have introduced myself, according to this lass here, it is your turn now” he indirectly placed the blame in her; something he had learned was rather effective to do in situations like this.
 
Stefan just laughed at the remarks they made, he laughed so hard his stomach started to ache.

"Wow do you actually think I believe that after all I have seen"He said before pointing at Amelia"You girl are not the Angel Of Death and if you were you wouldnt be going around killing people for your "experiments to me you disgust me"The he looked at Kypneam with digust"And you just a pawn used for this Rhade's dirty work and servant once he is done with you he probably will throw you down to Hell."Stefan said before unsleathing his sword and pointing at Kypneam.
 
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Markus Cardenas roared loudly as he sliced his blade through the thick armour of an enemy soldier. The few men he had gathered fought with all their might, attempting as best they could to preserve their own lives as well as protecting Markus', though they knew he needed no defense. His awesome bladework made quick work of the pitiful soldiers he had slaughtered, as he emptied the small alleyway clear of soldiers he had the first chance of rallying his men. He tried to speak, but the echoing voices of the recently departed screamed in his ears, crying with their sorrow and fear. Markus forced his voice to sound, attempting to speak at normal level. "The men of my country who remain!" He shouted, immediately gaining the attention of them all. Markus had lost Solstice, his trusted "bodyguard" and second of all best friends, and prayed for her safety, despite knowing she was almost as skillful as he. "I thank you all for your sacrifice, I will only say this once, I am a Prince no longer, I do not hold any power of you through my blood and so it up to you whether or not you follow me into what may be your last battle!"

Several of the men stirred, and one brave man even shouted a cheer of support for Markus. The Prince nodded, looking over the twenty of his men that remained. "Where is Solstice?" Markus asked, speaking to one of the dead spirits that lingered around him, they spoke in a strange harmony, as most spirits did.

"The Assassin you seek is not within the confines of these walls. Follow the path of blood until you reach the gate, and from there continue onwards my liege..." With that, the spirit faded as the final remnants of it's energy dissipated from the Earth. Markus nodded as he turned and continued his way through the city, screams of pain surrounding him and the continuous screams of the dead hurting his ears.

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Time passed slowly as Markus and his men continued to fight, the path of blood was evident as the river that ran through the city seemed to be filled with blood instead of water. The forces that fought with Markus dwindled as much as it grew. Many of them were slain but just as quickly more of the warriors that still lived joined their ranks. Markus cursed his luck as several of the enemy mages stood in front of him and began to chant their venomous spells. He ran forwards, using his agility and skill to nimbly land on the top of a wooden stall and then leaped from it, smirking as he realized the Mages had not finished their spell. He easily defeated the defenseless mages but not before one of them uttered a single word that caused a flame to erupt from his staff as Markus cut him down. The flame caused the red sleeve of his jacket to set alight. With a single maneuver Markus ripped the sleeve off the main body of the jacket and threw it to the ground where it continued to burn until nothing remained to be burnt. After another ten minutes the City Gate was in sight, the ruined wood that made the gate was smashed completely from the battering rams the enemy had used to break it down.

Swarms of troops stood in front of them, fighting meticulously with the final remainder of the city guard. Markus knew that it was futile to even attempt to defeat them all so he would have to just somehow break through and run for his life. They clung to the sides, fighting only when necessary and running towards the gate as fast as possible. After what seemed like an hour they broke through, reaching the gate. Few soldiers stood ahead of them but Markus knew that if he were to fight them the ones behind them were likely to join in. They ran, only a few of Markus' men remained so they ran. After ten minutes he discovered Solstice, several others and a man stood in front of them. Something did not seem right. Markus walked towards the man silently, drawing his blade and placing it barely an inch away from his neck. "I do not know who you are, but it is likely you know of I. State your name and intentions unless you wish to have the tip of your head only an inch from your neck."
 
Instead of getting an answer, the prince came towards Kal with a threat instead.
”Oh? What a foul tongue for a prince” Kal stated while smiling wide, almost as if he was having fun.
Kal used a single finger from his left hand to gently push the blade away from his throat, as he would very much like to have it as it is. “I’d prefer to have my head where it is, and I have already introduced myself. But if the young prince did not hear, I can do it again” He stated, his head lifted so that his face clearly showed, his eyes stared blankly at nothing and his smile never faded.
“My name is Kal, I am a wanderer seeking employment. That is all that there is” he stated, taking a step backwards instead of attempting to push the blade away, as it seemed smarter.
“But if you wish, I can leave… yes.. Im not mad enough to go against you 2 and the winged lady there” he stated, pointing his left index finger at the winged one behind him.
He was now 2 steps away from the prince, so within attack range, but Kal would have time to react this time, as he focused on them all.
His way of seeing things was not as a normal person did, even if one person is behind Kal, he could see them. Even if one person hides behind another, he can see what they are doing.
Though, this gets harder the longer away they are.

What remained now was to see what the prince did. If he attacked, there was no doubt that the other 2 would as well, but if he stood down as would they.
 
"And you just a pawn used for this Rhade's dirty work and servant once he is done with you he probably will throw you down to Hell." The so-called 'Angel of Death' said, pointing his sword at Kypneam.

Kypneam sighed softly, glancing from the corner of his eyes at Rhade. "So be it. My loyalty to Lord Rhade is immense and shall never cease."

Then, glaring back at the 'Angel of Death', he spoke, with a dark tone in his voice. At this, the guards around trembled. After all, it was this tone he usually adopt before slaying someone down violently.

".. And so, what is your name, 'Angel of Death'? I shall not kill one whose name i do not know.."
 
"Stefan Serius, and trust me your death will be painful, very painful"Stefan said before standing up from the King's side and smirking at Kypneam.

Stefan knew this would be one of his first fights with someone from the same side and he wasnt going to hold back he would use any of his abilities at him if needed.This also was the first time someone didnt believe he was the Angel Of Death.

"This shall be interesting indeed"Stefan said smirking.
 
"Wonderful," smiled Amelia, taking a needle from seemingly nowhere and ripping a slash in the Queen's cold, pale arm, gathering it in a little black glass that seemed to materialise from nothing. Scarlet fountained from the wound and flowed into the flask, which Amelia quickly stoppered.

"Calm down, Kypnean," she said boredly, staring at Stefan with nothing more than disinterest in her eyes. "We are all loyal to Lord Rhade. Kill the fool now, and be done with it. I have things to do." She sat back in the throne, watching the blood flow on the Queen's arm and sweeping her finger across it, before sucking it.
"Not too bad," she said. "Obviously she's- she had been- been well fed. Not even a touch of anaemia. This will be good blood." She seemed to have lost interest entirely in Kypneam's anger and Stefan's insolence.
 
While on his horse, Felicis looked inside his armor just to see the improvements on the Guard's body. "How are you holding up my boy?" he said with a slow and kind voice. The guard was now able to move his head a bit. "Where... where am i?" he wondered. The guard's eyes were now looking into an imense void. All around him was dark, only a small window in the roof and a hooded figure's head in it. "You'll be fine, my boy. Just rest a little more. Once we caught to 'him', you'll be able to walk." Felicis said while closing his armor.

His horse was now going faster after seeing a group of undying corpses fighting. "Dawm, why can't they stop dead and rest?"
 
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Rhade had watched the exchange between Amelia, Kypneam, and this Stefan fellow go on long enough. He brought his right fist down hard onto the throne, causing a loud bang.

"Enough of your babble. Both of you." Rhade pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head. "Look...we've got far more important things at stake here than foolish contests of strength. This pointless battle isn't worth our time." Rhade looked up, his cold eyes meeting those of the newcomer. "You must understand...Stefan, was it? I did not come here to chat idly with the populace. I came here for this." Rhade gestured towards the throne on which he sat. "So, I ask you...what do you want? Surely you did not prance in here expecting to fight us all?" As he asked this question, Rhade gestured around the room, which still contained a large group of Umbran Knights.

A sly grin crossed Rhade's face. "Well? Why did you come? Speak, and I might listen."
 
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Amelia didn't jump in shock as some of the knights and survivors had as Rhade expressed his impatience. She looked up, toying idly with the flask in her hands, passing it dextrously between her fingers.
"You may be King by name, my Lord, but you are not yet King by power. You will not inherit the powers of royal blood until I am done with my research or until the Prince is dead. So say the laws of Deep Magic." She didn't break eye contact with Rhade. "And the royal blood will only stay within you for so long if I infuse you with it. The thing you must remember is that the Prince must die by your hand, or the hand of one of your followers, or the power will never be your's.

OOC: Hope that idea's OK.
 
Stefan put his word back in its sleath and glared and walked toward Rhade when he heard his fist slam down on the throne.


"I didnt come here to fight either,Rhade"Stefan said his eyes blazing red"but to do my job to put these people to the place where they belong, Heaven or Hell."Stefan said before glaring at Amelia"but what I find here other than death but posers and weaklings that the only thing they want is power"Stefan concluded before glaring at Rhade for an answer.
 
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Kypneam sheathed his blade. Allowing his master to speak without interruption. He did glare at Amelia for a moment when she made the demand on Rhade though, however, as he had earlier thought, her abilities would prove useful to Rhade ultimately.

Sighing softly, he focused his attention back to Stefan.

"I didnt come here to fight either,Rhade, but to do my job to put these people to the place where they belong, Heaven or Hell. But what I find here other than death but posers and weaklings that the only thing they want is power" He said

This certainly got Kypneam really mad, but suppressing the anger, he glared at Stefan as he awaited Rhade's answer.
 
Before Stefan could even answer his question, Amelia spoke, saying something about blood and power. Rhade sighed. He knew full well that his rule could not fully be complete without the total death of the royal family...that was the precise reason why this problem with this Stefan fellow was a waste of precious time. While Stefan spoke, Rhade simply steepled his fingers together and held them in front of his face.

When Rhade looked back up at Stefan, there was an odd look on his face. Rhade's expression showed a mix of confusion, annoyance, and anger. He stood to his full height, glaring down at Stefan while he spoke.

"What in the HELL are you talking about? Send these people to where they belong?" Rhade waved his arms, taking in the throne room. "What difference does it make? They...are...dead. You don't need to send them anywhere. Besides, Amelia here needs these bodies for her own devices." Rhade waved in the direction of his High Necromancer. "I will choose not to respond to your meaningless comment regarding 'posers and weaklings', but I will agree with you on one point...I am seeking power." Rhade took a step towards Stefan, his face twisted down into a frown.

"Rest assured, I will let nothing...or no one...stand in my way. So, what will it be? Admittedly, I admire your tenacity...perhaps you could be useful. Otherwise, you're wasting my time with your useless babble." Rhade crossed his arms and drummed the fingers of his right hand against his armor. "Now...will you be with us...or against us? The choice is as simple as that."
 
Stefan looked at Rhade with annoyance and anger, he almost laughed at the remark he made saying "these people are dead".

"You are truly clueless arent you these people arent all the way dead until I take their souls from them and if you dont do that well this castle will be filled with troubled souls"Stefan said looking at Rhade in annoyance."I dont care if you rule Umbra but you will have it going against you and mark my words your going straight to Hell for what you did and I shall say this again I dont work for no one especailly someone like you, a weak man bent on power and greed to me your a weak mortal not good for anything."

Stefan's eyes glowed a red color when he seen Rhade he just wanted to kill him right there but he didnt want to start a pointless fight.
 
OOC: Lestat, are you sure you should anger Apollo's character? he is the "King" and the most powerful character on your side.
 
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