The Darkest Corners: A Modern Fantasy RP (Interest Thread - Closed)

[Lunar Templar]

Lucia listened, and nodded, she'd forgotten the other Vampire Lord had half breed off spring.

"So, what did they offer you in return for your services then?"

"Nothing of real value, easier travel is it really, but that will fix it self in time, you have no idea how irritating it is have to explain what you are when some one asks 'whats a Platinum Dragon?', so saving a few minutes now and then is nice. But that's not why I accepted" She said as she grabbed an 'Old Fashion' Doughnut. "I have the honor of being among the upper crust, which means I have responsibility's, responsibility's I've been neglecting, and with the current political climate, I added pressure to act in a manner that inspires trust, for both the humans, and as a role model for other Dragons whom will eventually 'come home'"

 

[Not G. Ivingname]

-Italian Alps-

Bowl only broke eye contact as the vision played out. It annoyed her greatly, the PIA didn't like people in their minds. When Director Bowl was out of the vision she turned back to the A-Lucia.

"Is there anything else we need to discuss?" Bowl said, "The faster we act the faster the seals will be secure."

-London-

John felt Roland land on his shoulder.

"Oh fine. It's not as if it has been ages since I've gotten to watch any tv because I practically live on the streets or anything," he muttered to himself as he flew onto John's shoulder. "Is everything all right?"

"Sorry about that," as John walked out of the room with his bag in tow, "Fromanzio left me a present this morning, some kind of demonic face painting. When I get my hands on that Hell beast I will..."

John stopped and thought, what really could he do against such a quick demon? As long as the creature saw it coming attacking it with Iron would be fairly pointless. Getting it into an area with anti-teleporation wards would take a lot of preparations and hope the monster doesn't see the trap coming. Most offensive spells John had were either to slow or useless to against demons.

The one spell John did know that could cause the devil SERIOUS pain, Holy Light, requires belief and servitude in a higher being, which John had neither of. Knowledge of something existing is a far cry from bowing down to it. Maybe if John could trick the demon to go after the Holy Inquisition of Christ...

John walked down to the lobby and was told (after calming the teller down at the sight of Roland) that the others had gone to a nearby cafe.

John walked to the place, seeing most of the people there. Including...

"FROMANZIO!" John yelled at the demon, mental scares of what happened on the plane still very present.

 

[Evrant-Knight]

"Nothing of real value, easier travel is it really, but that will fix it self in time, you have no idea how irritating it is have to explain what you are when some one asks 'What's a Platinum Dragon?', so saving a few minutes now and then is nice. But that's not why I accepted." Lucia said, stopping for a moment to pick up and bite into a doughnut.

"I have the honor of being among the upper crust, which means I have responsibility's, responsibility's I've been neglecting, and with the current political climate, I added pressure to act in a manner that inspires trust, for both the humans, and as a role model for other Dragons whom will eventually 'come home'."


"So, if I understand what your trying to say Miss Lucia, your actions could very well decide the relations between your kind, the Dragons, and the people of Earth. Well then, I guess we better succeed in this mission, and take down Arzhela. You know, I've thought of Dragons as a proud and majestic race, so full of wisdom, yet not afraid to put up a fight when the situation calls for it. It'll be an honor to fight alongside you." Seras said with a smile as she picked up a doughnut of her own, discovering the filling was strawberry, her favorite. She was about to continue talking, when suddenly John had burst through the door, with the woodpecker Roland on his shoulder.

"FROMANZIO!" John yelled out to the demonic clown as he entered the room. Seras let out a small sigh as she bit into her doughnut again.

"Oh dear, this cannot be good, especially if it involves him." Seras said, gesturing to the clown in question.

"Perhaps we should join Lucius at the meeting table?" She then asked.

 

[Lunar Templar]

---London---
You know, I've thought of Dragons as a proud and majestic race, so full of wisdom, yet not afraid to put up a fight when the situation calls for it. It'll be an honor to fight alongside you."

Lucia giggled "I donno about wise, but thank you. I look forward to see how a Dhampir handles them selves. I heard less then flattering story's about the pure blooded Vampire form the rather short war our peoples had, but then the general consensus is that in the case of Vampire, the half-breed offspring are superior to the pure-bloods due to the lack of easily exploitable weaknesses, and I think I might have just insulted your father ... sorry"

"FROMANZIO!" John yelled as he entered

"Oh dear, this cannot be good, especially if it involves him."
"'Good' and 'Fromanzio' don't even belong in the same sentence ..." she said stuffing the rest of her doughnut in her mouth

"Perhaps we should join Lucius at the meeting table?"
"Sure"

---Italian Alps---

A-Lucia crossed her arms again "Just make sure you don't send any one up to Wagner that has some deep seated inner conflict, the potential for that causing problems is to great. In the mean time I'll make sure the seal doesn't erase 10 miles of territory from existence when you all go add a layer or two"

She then turned to Zal'Teer "When I get back, it'll be safe to proceed as you plan to with Dr'az, just be wary of the potential for Shadows" then just like that, A-Lucia vanished.

 

[Not G. Ivingname]

-Italian Alps-

Bowl mentally went through the current list of magic users. Sally had problems after she escaped the Order of Magic, but she has adjusted well and was in a good mental state. Sally had a human mother, so she was able to reenter human society much better. Collin on the other hand still had so long standing issues to work out. The only thing that had driven him to flee the magical school was seeing some of the horrific things the order does to "traitors" and "lower beings." Collin was "full blood", so had to be taught how to do basic things that normal people had taken for granted, and still is seeing a therapist. Astryd was fine, in a fully stable relationship, living a happy life, even if the harvest the life force from living creatures to make curses creeps many people out. Lukas was a tricky one, Bowl did not know if the addiction for alchemy counted as "deep seated inner conflict" or not, but she decided not to risk it. The shaman, the name escaped Bowl, and Bai Zhi had to be fine mentally, since both of their powers depend on them being in a calm mental state. Joseph the shadow master also fully passed all his mental tests, even if he was a hermit.

Now, the rest of the various personal, Bowl was not sure off the top of her head. Whenever she got back to camp, Bowl made a note to look through every physcological profile before selecting the teams that would go after the Wagner.

-Base camp-

Berhanu opened his eyes, having intuned himself as much of this strange land of ice as rock as he could. Something was deeply wrong.

Joseph walked up to Berhanu, seeing his distress.

"What's wrong?" Joseph asked, his shadow still digging up the trench around the base.

"This place is crying," Berhanu said, "But the soul of this land is so strange to me. I do not know what has happened here, or what will happen here in this mountain, but something isn't right."

"Could it just be the existence of the seals?" Joseph asked.

"No.," Berhanu said flatly, "If a great evil is held via spells and incantations, the land knows it's duty, nature must lend her hand to make sure the horrors do not escape. Something is causing this land pain, I feel it is trying to reach to me and tell, but I don't understand it."

"Do you have any ideas?" Joseph tried to be helpful, "Could what is sealed not be a great evil at all, or not even a seal?"

"That may cause this pain I feel," Berhanu reflected, "Nature despises being forced to hold what does not deserve to be held, and ancient curses leaves a stench on the land, but it may be other things, I cannot know."

"I'm going to report this," Joseph said heading back into the base, "Try to find out anything more."

 

[drmigit2]

Zaheer/Fromanzio/???

"We were meeting here last night, though clearly you missed that. The next meeting starts in about twenty minutes. Demon, we're not planning on blowing anything up, though it could be useful to send you as a vanguard, with that attitude - how many minor undead can you kill?" and Zaheer, Fiona, Zaheer's pet."

Zaheer was the first to speak up. "Indeed, I often miss these sorts of things. Not my favorite, kind of unnecessary considering who we are against but still, I suppose the humans must have their formalities." The ascended walked over to a table and sat. "I didn't expect you dead, though I can tell John is almost as hard set against you as Fromanzio, surprisingly a resourceful one at that, not to be taken lightly if I were you...or Fromanzio for that matter."

The Samsarian reached out her hand but Fromanzio immediately began ranting and raving in response so Zaheer shrugged and began doing what he did to many other mortals of lower power and promptly ignored her, along with everyone else that streamed in. He was less than thrilled to have been dragged to this and was ready to have it be done and over with. That was when Fromanzio replied to Lucius in a way that almost made the deranged demon seem offended at what the Lich implied.

"Pet?" Fromanzio teleported in front of Lucius and turned a dark crimson. "Minor undead?" Now he was a dark violet. "FROMANZIO IS NOT A PET, NOR IS HE TROUBLED BY OTHER DEMONS!" Any and all respect he might have shown to the Lich was clearly gone for the time being as he began a new rant. "FROMANZIO IS A DEMON OF THE HIGHEST CALIBER AND HE WILL NOT SIT AROUND AND BE TAKEN LIGHTLY! WHAT DOES A SMALL LITTLE LICH THING THINK HE CAN DO AGAINST THE UNENDING POWER OF WORLDS NEVER SEEN BY IT'S TINY MIND HUH? HUH?"

And then John broke in.

FROMANZIO!

Fromanzio turned his head and changed back to what could only be described as his normal look, though it was still highly outlandish and he slowly floated over to the human. "Johnny boy! You wiped off Fromanzio's art. How sad! We called it our own masterpiece and it was marvelous! You really shouldn't sleep on the job. Fromanzio set up this whole elaborate set for you and well..." Fromanzio shrugged. "It doesn't really matter now."

Zaheer could sense a few runes on John, probably designed to exact revenge on Fromanzio. Not that it wasn't deserved by now. He sat back and tapped Lucius on the shoulder. "This will be good, I don't know which of the two will win here. Fromanzio's powerful, but that human...well like I said."

Zaheer cast a spell undetectable to most. In the corner of the room a black dot no larger than the tip of a pencil appeared and began moving down towards John and Fromanzio. Zaheer sent a message to it saying "I need Fromanzio in fighting shape. Keep this bloodless."

 

[Not G. Ivingname]

John stared down at the demon jester. Before he got to the cafe', John had done all the basics. Runes of saints drawn on his body, holy water injected in blood, bottle of holy water in John's hands. John expected that Fromanzio would get around that easily, the defenses were there to slow down his counter attack.

"You called THAT art?" John said, rage barely contained, "Let's see how YOU like it."

What was important, however, was the pen, who's ink was made with holy water, and the Iphone in John's hands. John quickly snapped a picture of the demon, muttering the phantom drawing spell, and switched to drawing mode for the photo.

Phantom drawing is a quite simple spell. It allows you to write on things that are afar with what you have on hand. Of course, you need a very accurate painting or picture of the object in question, some kind of medium to be transported, and some means to draw.

All which the Iphone and the holy water made ink vile made trivial. John started to draw immature images all over Fromanzio's face.

Of course, this was just the primary plan. John was really hoping Fromanzio would take the Iphone. With some bootleg programing and spell work by John (powered by the Iphone's battery, so undetectable my magical sensory), the phone is booby trapped. If anyone besides John holds the phone without his expressed verbal permission, a lot of runes would start forming on the screen, from extreme stickiness to anti-teleporation to itchiness to iron touch to loss of bowl control, leaving anything with a nervous system and a pulse a twitching mass on the ground for about 30 minutes.

 

[drmigit2]

Fromanzio/???

Fromanzio saw what John was doing and hovered over him, noticing the drawings, he was curious to see what the human was doing...when he felt the same drawings ending up on him. They didn't hurt at all like he thought they would, instead they simply stayed there...

"Oh." Fromanzio began. "That...Just...Simply will not do." Fromanzio came crashing behind John and began shouting again.

"SO WE HAVE A FUNNY GUY EH? SOMEONE WHO THINKS HE CAN OUTWIT OL' FROMANZIO EH? WELL I HAVE A REAL PUNCHLINE FOR YA!"

Fromnzio ignored the phone and began charging an impressively sized energy blob about the size of a regular exercise yoga ball. It was clearly chaotic in nature and was twisting with a kind of hate and spite that could only come from something as immature as Fromanzio.

Zaheer's eyes grew a bit wide as he realized that this could end up with one of them dead way too early. John was way too subtle with Fromanzio and this could easily be the end of one of them. Zaheer commanded the dot to end this fast, it raced toward John.

"HERE, CATCH!"

Froamnzio chucked the ball at a speed almost impossible to comprehend, but as it neared John an eagle looking humanoid shadow creature intercepted and consumed the ball of chaos. It spoke in a really bored sounding slacker way and was beginning to show its true form.

"Hey Fro, that's not cool. Master told ya not to kill things remember? I am just going to have to let the two of you settle this like Zaheer promised." Fromanzio's eyes grew wide and before he could protest, both him and John were gone.

Fromanzio woke up in a cold dark room, he was bound by his hands and feet, unable to move. John was in front of him with an iron pipe. Not cold iron, but Fromanzio was less than thrilled to see that, although the phone was now gone. "Ha! Funny joke Zaheer! Realllll funny, now kindly let Fromanzio out of these bindings!"

Zaheer's voice rang out in the room. "I told you to play nice with the humans Fromanzio. John, you have five minutes in here though everyone else will see it as a few milliseconds. Make it count."

 

[Not G. Ivingname]

John was dissapointed when Fromanzio did not take the bait.

John nearly peed himself when he saw the giant death ball of chaos magic. John started to dive under a table, throwing up a magical shield that would not hold against such raw power, John being reduced down to his training.

Then John was extremely confused, as he saw the jester chained to he ground.

"I told you to play nice with the humans Fromanzio. John, you have five minutes in here though everyone else will see it as a few milliseconds. Make it count."

John then noticed the iron pipe in his hand, and the lack of his cold iron knife or bullets. Wouldn't kill the demon within five minutes, but would cause a lot of pain.

To make up for all the pain John received on the plane.

Ideas started to instantly go through John's mind. Knock out every one of the demon's teeth, break each of the toes, stick it into...

Then what?

Come down to his level? Petty revenge?

Make this creature want to straggle John that much more.

No.

John put his knee forward, put the pipe an inch from the demon's face and rested his hand on it, getting down to eye level with the creature.

"You know what I could do with this thing?" John asked, shaking the pipe as he did, "I could break every bone in your demon body, use one end to slowly rip your skin from your flesh, stick it so far up your @$$ that it comes out your mouth."

"You deserve every little thing I could do to you," John said, "But you know what? Your not worth it. You are vindictive. You are immature. You are selfish. You are a moron. You are PATHETIC."

"What you are not," John said, still staring into those demon eyes, "Is some master of evil. You are not threatening. You are not a monster for the ages. You are not stubble. You. Are. Not. Funny."

"You are a lap dog for an ascended mage, because you cannot pick on anybody in Hell. All I did was draw on your face, and you tried to murder me. When somebody threatened to be your equal, you threw a temper tantrum and nearly blasted half a coffee into dust."

"I am not going to cause you pain, not going to take an iron beating revenge that I deserve. No," John put his finger to the demon's forehead, "I am just going to show you the pain your "jokes" cause. Memoria."

John fired the memories into the demon's skull, of what happened back on the plane, the pain of the knives, the horrors of skin being removed from muscle, and finally, the laughing.

Laughing at the weakness in school, laughing as something else explodes around "the nerd freak," laughing at having no friends.

Laughing.

Laughing.

"Ha. Ha. Ha." John said, as he stood up, looking down at the demon.

 

[c_westerman13]

-Lucius-

Lucius leaned back, observing the spectacle that was unfolding before him. Within mere seconds, the demon had gone though ranting at him, greeting the PIA, and attacking the PIA, before... Lucius wasn't entirely sure, but he assumed Zaheer had intervened in some sort of way. The seconds drew on in the makeshift briefing room, and Lucius' patience wore thin - he had plans to enact, and it seemed as though the whole crowd were here. Lucius looked around, before muttering "Ferrum Pugnus", and slamming a now hard-as-rock fist into the table.

"Order", Lucius spoke, his voice barely raised, "This strategy meeting is now in session, all involved will stand down unless they want me to intervene"

-O.M.C.T-

The central terminal in Lucius' base fired itself back up, in expectation of receiving visitors - the first in almost a Millennium. Security protocols popped up on the terminal's main interface, unseen, setting up magical versions of firewalls - against telepathy, psychic attack, radio communication - the whole works. When the Master brought his group here, they would be utterly isolated, both from the world, and from each other, until the Master decided it was unnecessary.

 

[Lunar Templar]

---London---

Lucia just sat down and kicked back in the chair, pleasantly surprised to find it both reclines and spins, simple pleasures and all. Lucius said something that sound like a threat but ignored it, she highly doubted she'd be doing anything other then acting as a highly mobile long range artillery platform, humans rarely knew how to use a dragon as anything other then a big stompy thing after all, humans that focused solely on pursuing power where less likely to do anything really worth while with one, and this Litch seemed to be both.

So she sat and waited, though she was admittedly bored already.


---Italian Alps; Wagner's Seal---

A-Lucia appeared before her seal and was greeted with a voice echoing through the cavern "Well well, the slave comes to 'rebuild' the prison she built" he said with a snort "Your seal will not hold me forever, I will be free and I will tear down everything you've built" Wagner growled, and image of Wagner appearing in the center of the seal.

"That's nice" A-Lucia said as she set to re-enforcing her seal "All I have to say to that, is 'good luck'." she said locking eyes with the image "Humanity and Dragon kind are on the verge of becoming allies, you attack one, you attack both, and given you couldn't even handle ME at my weakest in my youth, yeah, good luck with that."

Wagner scoffed "I fear no army, especially not an army of worthless humans" A-Lucia laughed "Yeah, nether did the rest of the dragons from our Earth, and look where that got them, dead, you and I are all that's left, assuming you never get free, cause if you do, I'LL be the only surviving dragon from our Earth" She said before leaving, Wagner growling at her as she vanished "I will see you dead" he said as she vanished from sight.

---Italian Alps; Inquisition main base---

A-Lucia reappeared and looked at Bowl and Zal'Teer "Wagner is awake, so 'be careful' is an understatement, any mistakes and the chance is high he'll get free" she said, the prior humor gone from her voice "So, Do. Not. Fuck. This. Up."

 

[hiei82]

"Order. This strategy meeting is now in session, all involved will stand down unless they want me to intervene" Lucius said as Richard and Terra appeared in the lobby - the result of some arcane spell of the former's design. Slightly disorientated, they stared around the lobby for a moment before they spotted the group from the plane - made evident by several familiar faces.

The two made there way over, taking a seat wordlessly - mostly so as not to interrupt the already in progress meeting.

Fiona meanwhile, stared at the ascended wizard as he refused the shake and rolled her eyes "Another of those stuck up would-be demigods I see." she thought to herself as she returned to her coffee, ready to get the meeting going

Spoiler: OOC

Kasten gave me permission to move Richard to the lobby to keep things rolling

 

[Floris2123]

"Fiona Dubois, though you may call me Fiona. It's a pleasure to make you're acquaintance." The woman said responding to his introduction. He smiled at her but before he could say anything else Seras interjected. "And its a pleasure....though I don't remember seeing anyone like you on board though." He took a good look at her, and he had to admit he hadn't seen her before. Her smell wasn't familiar either, but then again there had been many new smells. Suddenly the dragon lady appeared and started talking to Seras."Rouge?....Figured you'd be off doing, what ever Vampire do"

Seras responded with "Well, first off, I'm not a full blood Vampire Miss Lucia....So, what did they offer you in return for your services then?" He decided to remain quiet for now, he took a good whiff of the air. He made sure to memorize all of their smells, it could be handy later on. Fiona then spoke again in response to Seras inquiry "I'm not surprised.....Everybody wins." He looked at Lucia, he wondered what they offered someone like her for help. "Nothing of real value...Whom will eventually 'come home'" He looked at Lucia.

The dragon form he had seen her use was nothing like his own, it was much stronger and faster. He could transform into the weakest dragon kind himself, but he could only do that about once a week and it wasn't a easy transformation. The conversation moved along with Seras once again speaking up. "So, if I understand what your trying to say Miss Lucia...It'll be an honor to fight alongside you." John then burst through the door and had another one of his episodes. Lucia and Seras had begun to move towards Lucius table, though he didn't like the prospect of sitting that close to him.

The alternative the demon clown and John sounded much worse, so he joined them at the table and ignored the fight between Fromanzio and John. He took a seat besides Seras, he then noticed he had began to dislike John more and more, how could he behave so rash and immaturely he wondered. Lucius suddenly slammed his hand into the table, and said "Order. This strategy meeting is now in session, all involved will stand down unless they want me to intervene" He remained quiet. He wondered what would happen next, as he looked at Seras. He smiled at her and gently grabbed her hand under the table, he then looked back at Lucius and waited for the meeting to start

 

[Evrant-Knight]

"Order." Lucius spoke, as he slammed his fist onto the table, which caused many people to turn to his direction. "This strategy meeting is now in session, all involved will stand down unless they want me to intervene." Without hesitation, and not wanting to get involved with the argument between Fromanzio and John, who both looked as though they were about to kill each other, Seras quickly took a seat at the table next to Lucia, with Theon sitting beside her.

Seras could soon feel a hand grab her hand, and realised it was Theon when he turned to smile at her; Seras gave Theon a quick kiss on the cheek. She then saw Terra and Richard arrive, as both took seats opposite from her, and gave both of them a smile, feeling glad to see they were here.

"So Lucia, care to tell me what Jade is like? Sounds like an interesting place?"

 

[Lunar Templar]

"So Lucia, care to tell me what Jade is like?" Seras asked

"Lots of mountains and plains, and a few forests cause we need them." Lucia started "Instead of several land masses its only got one surrounded by water, though that hardly matters, there are several sky bound city's that kinda drift, basically, it's what you could imagine Earth would be like if ever facet of life was built around everybody having magical ability's roughly that of an expert mage on average, and flight."

Lucia said "I find Earth prettier though"

 

[Evrant-Knight]

"I find Earth prettier though." Lucia said as she gave her description of what Jade looked like. To Seras, it sounded as though it was quite a serene place which was full of wonder; what made Seras confused though, was that Lucia found Earth to be prettier.

"Really? You think Earth is prettier. How so? Reason why I am asking is that, judging from the way you've described it, Jade sounds like it quite a serene and magical place, full of grace and elegance; compared to Earth in some places, it sounds like a paradise."

 

[Lunar Templar]

"Really? You think Earth is prettier. How so? Reason why I am asking is that, judging from the way you've described it, Jade sounds like it quite a serene and magical place, full of grace and elegance; compared to Earth in some places, it sounds like a paradise." Seras replied, confused by her preference.

Lucia giggled, "It's simple really, I prefer 'things with a history', this is my preference for what I have in my hoard, but it apply's to every thing else to, like the comparatively cheap hotel I stayed at over the staying here on the Litch's dime, as well as my travel rout and so on, or in short, I find Earth more attractive because it has a story to tell, while Jade does not, not yet anyway." Lucia concluded.

 

[Evrant-Knight]

"...I find Earth more attractive because it has a story to tell, while Jade does not, not yet anyway." Lucia said as she explained her reasons why, and in a way, that made some sort of sense to Seras; it wasn't perfect, but she could at least understand it.

"I guess when you say it like that Lucia; Earth does sound more like an attractive place to live. Everything in this world has its own story to tell, from the most simplistic to the more complex and grandiose. We each have our own story, and whilst it may be ours, we are not the only ones to write it; for each person we meet has a go at being the author. Still, I think that Jade sounds beautiful." Seras said with a smile towards Lucia.

"Seeing as how I've asked a question, is there anything you'd like to ask me?"

 

[Lunar Templar]

"Still, I think that Jade sounds beautiful."

Lucia nodded "You'd probably like it, and you'll probably get to see it, I'd keep a lid on your Vampiric heritage though, Vampire aren't exactly 'liked' on Jade, not after the war anyway"

"Seeing as how I've asked a question, is there anything you'd like to ask me?"

Lucia pondered a minute "Only thing that springs to mind is your old man. I don't under stand how a vampire lord would favor humans so much"

 

[drmigit2]

"Ha. Ha. Ha."

Fromanzio was ready to get hit, hoping for it, wanting it even. His master had betrayed him and fed him to some human. Fromanzio was going to kill the human no matter what now. It didn't matter what Zaheer said. It didn't matter if it would kill him because Fromanzio would find a way, he always did. Death couldn't kill him so what chance did that pipe, Zaheer, John or anyone have? No. Wait, what is he doing?

In fact, John gave him a verbal beatdown. Fromanzio had heard this before. "Oh Fromanzio, you aren't scary! You just are a crazy killer thing with some knives and OH GOD WHERE DID THOSE KNIVES COME FROM AHHHHH!" Something like that. Really, Fromanzio could hardly hear what John was saying. He began looking in various locations for a way to get out but Zaheer had this place locked up airtight. Then, John cast a spell. Fromanzio's mind was back...home?

A thousand magi surrounded him. They were preparing some kind of spell, Fromanzio didn't know what it was. They were shouting but he was groggy, none of it made sense, he remembered running, but this time his feet were bound. His inhuman agility reduced to nothing. His hands weren't gloved, in fact, he was human again. Looking in a nearby mirror, Fromanzio could see he was fifteen again. The voices became clear. No.

He...could think clearly again. His mother's corpse, his father's sister's brother's all of their corpses were laid out and in heaps. "NO!" Fromanzio shouted out as loud as he could. "GIVE ME BACK MY LIFE! YOU CAN'T HAVE IT! IT'S MINE!" The figures couldn't hear him. They brought out a rusty looking shiv and Fromanzio's eyes got wide. He remembered that shiv, his first kill for food. Was John...he couldn't. "Is this his spell?" In seconds, one of the men rushed over and quickly buried the rusty shiv in Fromanzio's stomach. Blood dripped down to the floor as he reached at his chest. He hadn't remembered how long the man lived. All was black.

Fromanzio woke up in a dark room. Bells were ringing and the voice all too familiar to him was doing nothing but laughing. Laughing, that sickening consuming laugh that had claimed him so long ago. It spoke of fear, terror, massacres burning pillaging destruction and desecration. Fromanzio remembered none of it, it was all a blur to him.

"You. You're inside me and...you did all this. Why?"

The laughter took the form of the demon Fromanzio. It stood over the human with a knife. Laughing and blurted out "You mean we? Fromanzio has done all of this! You are Fromanzio as much as the one in front of you!"

"No!" The human yelled. "You are a demon!"

"Made by the mages, made to destroy them, burn them and we did! You were there and it was glorious. We have done so much together!"

"It wasn't what I wanted."

"It's what you did."

"It didn't have to be this way!"

"Of course it did! Fromanzio can't remember any of it, why he is here just that he is! We have always been here since the massacre even if it took a little time."

"You are lying!"

The clown laughed and took a small spherical device out. It was a bright pink and he held it with care. "You remember this? We invented it! Our first legacy right here. Glorious."

"Is that it then? Our legacy is of death?"

"OUR LEGACY IS OF MARVEL! PEOPLE WILL TALK OF US FOREVER!"

"Our legacy has caused nothing but suffering!"

"YOU DON'T GET IT DO YOU? FROMANZIO CAN ONLY DESTROY! IT'S WHAT HE IS GOOD AT! THE WORLD FORGED A PERFECT KILLER AND GOT ONE! He can even kill you. He doesn't need a past."

The clown lit the bomb and threw it below Fromanzio. He knew all too well what was about to happen. 3..2..1..Boom. A flash of light and Fromanzio was cast ablaze in a heat so powerful that the skin was seared off his bones in seconds and instantly after Fromanzio could feel the pain and deaths of at least a million more. He was torn apart, dismembered, destroyed in every way imaginable and then, blackness again.

John was staring at his work. Fromanzio was looking down and had been screaming for quite some time. Then, the clown looked up. "Ha...HaahahahahahahahahahahaAHHAHAHAHAHH!"

Fromanzio was in a hysterical fit of laughter. It was too much, he couldn't cry, laughter was all that was left. It was always there for him, never leaving. Everyone had left him but the laughter and it was here to stay. Fromanzio looked John in the face and said between chuckles "Millions. Millions dead and Fromanzio remembers them all! It's grand John, really is. Thank you."

Soon, they were both back in the cafeteria. John beside Fromanzio both sprawled across the floor as if they had fallen a few feet. Zaheer was watching and dismissed his Jinn who disappeared in the corner. Fromazio got up slowly and teleported next to Zaheer. "That, was an interesting experience, Master."

Zaheer shook his head and whispered "The meeting is starting, we have to get through it and then I have something to tell you. It's pretty big."

Zaheer nodded at Lucius's call to order and said plainly "I know a way we can be rid of her without killing her. It's easier that way."