Zadkiel's Suffering...19:46 Jul 27 2009
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Zadkiel
Fires, explosions, death. Zadkiel stumbled through a tree line and found that he himself had traveled all the way to Sapporo home to the Lord of the Incubus Trix. His body was cut, bruised, bleeding, swollen, damaged, you name it. The look in Zadkiel's eyes were one of pure uncontrolled insanity as he had traveled all the way from Zillah's castle in Romania now to the lands of Japan. How he didn't realize he had come this far was unknown to him, but he was here now and he was close to death. As Zadkiel stumbled along the ground he started to think back on how this had all happened.....
The Imperial Castle; where Zadkiel had found out ill news from his dragon Rama. Something happening between his love Luthiem and someone else. He hadn't all the facts and immediately from that he traveled to Romania. When he arrived he was weakened his heart and body aching from what Rama had told him. Luthiem had given her blood to someone else..her precious life blood was now residing within someone of Romania other than him and he became the meaning of jealous, but within that he grew weak from how it pained him.
"Luthiem...why...?" He asked himself as he finally reached the castle where he was met by Zillah whom thought he was going to kill that who had Luthiems blood now. On the contrary he just wanted to go and hide. Hide within his old room in the castle before everything happened. Before he gained his titles back when he was a mere follower. Oh how he ached when Luthiem finally appeared. She tried to explain herself, but she didn't even have the slightest clue to what was really the matter. It was to much for Zadkiel and that was when he left the Castle of Zillah no destination in mind as he traveled. It was then that it happened. The coven that Zadkiel used to belong to...they found him once more and attacked him as he headed towards his own castle. Zadkiel fought back, but was still to weakened from everything and fled. Fled East towards lands he had never been. They of course had followed him and in every new land he came to they attacked him once more making his injuries that more severe. He was bleeding profusely by the time he finally was captured. It was then that he asked them who was behind all of this. They looked confused for a moment as though they didn't know but then one of them spoke. A name Zadkiel would have never in his right mind thought of. "Atlus." Atlus the second prince of Romania and dear friend of Zadkiel was behind the whole thing. That was enough to crush him once more. The same way he had been crushed when he had been set up the first time by this group and his family and friends all destroyed infront of him. His eyes turned grey as Zadkiel slipped into the utmost point of depression his mind basically snapping from the stress just put on it. That was when they took him to the ocean laughing the whole time. Zadkiel didn't resist...he didn't care anymore. He barely acknowledged anything when they took him and threw him off of a cliff into the cold waters of the Ocean leaving him for Death once more. But Death has and never will be on Zadkiel's side. For Days he was bashed and tossed around within the Ocean his body destroying itself in the process. Finally he reached land on the shores of Japan. Zadkiel then forced himself to stand and he began to limp and crawl towards no direction just wandering.
A wind blew softly bringing a scent of salt water and blood to bombard Alice's nose. she perks up quickly as she stops her trek through the tree tops. she changes direction, her short gold kimono with blood red obi with blue embroidery blowing back behind her as she moves in the direction of the scent. as she dances through the treetops, the wind as solid under her feet as the ground would be, she comes across where the scent was coming from. it was a man...he was beaten and torn, cuts and bruises all over his body. his clothes gave the appearance of once being of grander nature than the torn rags they were now. Alice tilts her head to the side, then speaks with a pained smirk on her face " here i come to visit Duke Trix and on my way i find a fallen bird..." she leaps down to land silently beside the crawling man, she places a hand gently on his shoulder, the expression on her face shifting to that of concern, her desire to help out doing her twisted humor." you are a bird of sorrow" she whispers as she wills the ocean dampness to rise from his clothing and body to show her the story that had taken place before this moment.
Alice opens her eyes and looks long and hard at the mans face...he was of nobility, a consort to the heiress Luthiem. she takes his hands into hers and looks him in the eyes "You are weak and injured little bird, you may wander with your sorrows , but please, allow me to tend to your body so you may take care of your sorrows with a strong body." She waited patiently for his reply, her long gold hair falling over her shoulder, the scent of cherry blossoms that she used to scent her hair and body, catching the wind, as the light that shone down sparkled on the frozen tears she had shed so long ago. He was unsure of anything around him. All he felt was the cold hard ground beneath him. It hurt to move, to breathe, to think on anything at all. Blood seeped from every wound that his body had endured. Somehow..he was still alive. He wasn't sure if it was even possible for someone to be alive after everything he had gone through. Maybe it was Luna's blessing. The mark of the Moon glowed upon his skin as though it were a beacon screaming to anyone that also shared the moon. Zadkiel's breathing was slowly stopping and that was when a woman came to him slowly and began to speak. He could barely even understand a word she was saying, but he felt himself become dryer and it made his body slightly better. Sorrow? He heard her say something about it. Yes Sorrow...that was what you could say was something wrong with him at the moment along with the fact that he really had no link to the current plane of sanity. He had lost his within the terrors of the Ocean as his body was tossed around. Zadkiel no longer even thought himself anything but a corpse and a corpse should be rotting shouldn't it? A bird? He was no bird..he couldn't fly he couldn't soar the skies but Rama could.. Rama..where was Rama? Zadkiel was trying to reach out for anything that could get his Dragon to appear, but nothing seemed to work. It only took more of his energy from him making him that much closer to death. He only had a small sliver of energy left within his shell of a body that was once the Prince of Romania after it was gone..he would leave with it. He managed to understand that she was trying to help him and he would accept help from anyone that wanted to give it even if he couldn't managed to say anything now. He instead used a tiny spark of fire to signal that he NEEDED her help and then he completely collapsed into a state of dark unconsciousness...
Alice saw a tiny spark alight from the man, his wounds bleeding profusely. The spark spoke to her just as clearly as if it had spoken in words. she lifted his unconscious body into her arms and rushed through the forest, making her way to a near by stone hollow she camped at when visiting japan. she slips inside and lays his body down gently upon the furs of her sleeping space. she quickly moves to the fire pit and blows on the cold embers, immediately a fire erupts in the pit. she moves back beside the man and places her hands on his forehead...
*he has a fever too...damn...first thing is first though, his wounds need to be mended* Alice pulls out some bandages and a bucket of water. she breaths in deeply and directs the water to heat near the fire, then return to the bucket. she gently pulls off the rags covering his body, cleaning the wounds, urging the minerals in the water to heal what it could and remove infection, she covers his lower half with a blanket, then moves out of the cave to gather some herbs.
she swiftly gathers some wormroot and aloe, along with a few other roots. she rushes back in, mixing the ingrediants into a salve, focusing as much of her healing abilities into the salve as she could. after she applies it to his body to stave off the bleeding, she wraps him with bandages.
*alright...bleeding has stoped, but he still has such little blood...* she looks at his pale complexion and strokes his hair back *i guess it can't be helped...*
Alice slices her wrist on her katana, taking her blood into her mouth. she props the mans body against her ...*i am sorry, this is probably the last thing you want me to do, but it will save your life* she thinks to herself as she presses her lips to his, forcing her blood into his mouth, making him swallow it...she does this two more times before feeling that he has enough. she lays him back once more, returning to the fire to make some herbal tea to help with his fever. she pushes back her gold hair as it is brewing, moving her hands to her face, touching the frozen tears upon her face, thinking back to the night heiress Luthiem was crowned, the night her sorrow peaked...
*no i mustn't think of that, it is over now, i have to keep moving forward...besides i have an injured little bird to care for, so that way soon he can fly again.* she moves back to him and props his head p on her lap, as she pours small amounts of tea down his throat. Alice hums a song her mother had once sung to her when she became ill, as she stroked back his hair... " i do hope your love will be requited, i know the sorrow you are suffering, and i wish you freedom from such pain" she hums again, leaning back against the cave wall . Zadkiel was lost. Lost in his mind that contained its own wilds. Above him the mark he had served as the moon itself and he was walking down a beaten path. All around him bodies were strewn along the path their faces gone only to be replaced with blood around them. It was a gruesome sight, but it was actually a memory that Zadkiel held now only warped by his insanity. This was when he had first been brought in as a ruthless killer. He had no remorse. He had nothing. All he did was kill in every way that he could possible. This was after he had been run from Germany originally by the group that had attacked him once more. It was after his family was killed and so was every bit of his life. This was Zadkiel for centuries as he roamed the countries killing for the next drop of blood. It was during these times that Zadkiel lost the abilities that he had since his creation. He no longer could create the masterful works of ice that he had known how to do since he could remember. His mind was to torn from the killings he was doing. This was his past that was being played out once more. If one was to actually tap into his mind at the moment they would be horrified by the things they would see. The ways he would capture and torment those he wished to kill. Zadkiel continued to walk this path within his mind each memory playing back to him, but all holding a twisted look about them. Part true and part thought up by his crazed mind. Beside him padded a large white wolf that had the same look as Zadkiel did. It was actually Zadkiel, but his feral lycan side. This was when they were unknown to each other. Neither knew the other existed only that they would be out and killing. The body that was Zadkiel's lay there still unconscious as Alice tried to heal it. No responses whatsoever were brought from it as she bandaged and cleaned his wounds. Covering him now with a blanket next to a warm fire. He was still lost in his mind and there would be no response until he could escape. As she forced her blood into him his body began to slowly heal itself internally stopping all of the bleeding finally. Alice was pleased to see that his wounds had stopped bleeding. she moved her hand to his head...she breathed out a heavy sigh * he still has such high fever* she had him drink more tea, hoping it would help *if his fever doesn't go down soon i might have to absorb it from him....* she blushes *i don't think he would want me to do that either...but if it saves him...* she shakes her head, she may not have to do that if only the tea worked. he stirred in his sleep, making small noises... *bad dreams, a side effect of fever, if he begins to hallucinate then that will mean fever and infection...i hope my salve was strong enough* she layed his head on the fur pelts once more and moved back to the fire pit, looking down at her clothes she saw they were stained with blood and filth, she frowned... oh well not much she could do. she looked over to her sleeping ward stared...* he is sick, he has enough herbs in him to heal a small army....i could bathe right? he wouldn't see... i bathe now then* Alice takes in a deep breath and summons some mineral water into a small indent in the stone floor, she urges the heat from the fire to heat the water as she peels away the blood soaked silk from her body, lowering herself slowly in the water, washing away his blood, the tips of her gold hair floating gently in the water. the demon marks on her body glowed and pulsed...she herself had not fed in a while....she sat in the water, the droplets sparkling on her moon pale skin as she thought of her last meal....
Time continued to pass within his mind. Now Zadkiel was dressed in a regal attire. Almost fit for a ruler. This was when he finally found himself in the lands of China. It was here that he learned the ways of Royalty and Responsibility. In China, Zadkiel when found there would have been known as The Emperors personal Guard. Yes he had become the guard of the emperor through years of intense training that the chinese coven put him through. They saw his potential and knew that he could not be put to waste. Zadkiel was the last surviving member of an ancient line. Del`Astar, everyone that had ever read a book on history must have known that name. Leaders of Countries, Covens, Armies, everything they did they were good at and now to find the last member of this ancient line crazed, abandoned, and destroyed...They took the chance and made him into the perfect Guard. Zadkiel's ability to have self thought was erased and all that was there was his need to serve them. If they said Jump he would Jump. If they said Kill then he did it. If they would have said Destroy he would have done it without a thought. Though through all of this they treated him as family and a brother. It was later on here that his Lycan side would finally make itself known to himself or vice versa. One day Zadkiel was walking under the full moon making a small round around the quarters of the Emperor when he was attacked by the same group that had destroyed him. Again and this is what set it all off. With a piercing howl Zadkiel changed in front of them, but before they could react their blood filled the air as he tore through them. A wild hulking beast of a man his pure white fur colored red from the blood of those around him. This is how Zadkiel learned he was special. In his creation a shamanic women had visited his family and given him the "blessing of the wolf" and this is what she had meant. Now through all of this everyone that had taken him in witness this horrifying and gruesome event until Zadkiel finally collapsed on the ground. The next day when he awoke he was in his chambers fully dressed and healed with a note telling him that he had to leave. It broke him once more. Finally after hours of thought Zadkiel settled on one thing. It had been Centuries since he had tried to go back to Germany maybe he could try again. So that was where he headed, but when he finally reached his destination the memories were to much for him and he fled...fled to Romania and that is where his life in the Monarchy began. His body remained hot, but at a very very slow rate it was cooling down. His internal bleeding finally stopping it was enough to say that he would survive now, but no one could say just what would happen when he woke from this coma-like state. To think the Prince of Romania, last of the Del`Astar line was here being taken care for by Alice a Baroness of Egypt. He owed her his life and possibly more when it came to it. Kira would be proud and so would anyone else that knew her.
The water that Alice sat in had begun to cool, stained with the red of the blood of the prince of Romania
*Zadkiel....wasn't that his name? yes i do believe so* she thought to herself as she rose from the water, the drops sliding down her curves and pooling at her feet as she stepped out of the shallow pool. she wraps a blanket around herself as she moves to kneel beside her ward once more, checking his fever "oh!" *his fever...it has lessened, what luck, the herbs are working* he stirs once more, with a little more strength than before, a muffled growling coming from his throat * he must have quite the imagination, if his dreams have such animated effects on him in his sleep, even one so fevered as this... i wonder....*she reaches out her hand to him, then pulls back quickly *no...that is rude, his past is his own, i will not intrude* she steps away, drying her body off under the light of the moon, slipping into a blue silk short kimono, and lacing her black corset over top instead of an Obi this time. this kimono her mum had made, although she came from Italy, her mother favored these garments. she looked closely at the green and pink embroidery work her mother had done for her, flowers, cherry blossoms, they were her mothers favorite spring flower, next to her special roses of course.
Alice shakes her head, her long golden tresses catching the light *i mustn't think of the past right now, there is work to be done* she thought to herself with determination not to slip back to the sorrow of her past. she gathered more herbs, but this time to flavor some food she had brought with her. she moved back to the princes side while the chicken and dumplings she had was heating over the fire. she pushed back his silvery hair once more, admiring his face, the swelling had gone down some, so his features were easier to distinguish. *what was his relationship with her highness Luthiem* she questioned to herself * what could have happened that made you so easy to shatter?* she touches his forehead and a flash of images move before her eyes, her cat slit pupils narrowing focusing on the images. blood...gore...death...faces of the slain, imperial courts, friends, enemies of old.... Alice pulled away quickly, catching her breath before she realized the demon marks on her body pulsed and shone intensely. she smiled evilly then leans forward to his ear "so you have killed many...do not worry, your secret is safe with me" she whispers. she slips more tea into his throat, along with some broth from the dumpling soup before leaning back against the wall to eat her share.
His first memories of this Monarchy were pleasant being eagerly accepted by lady Zillah...then his mind shifted and suddenly a storm started from within. Everything around Zadkiel began to fall away and he was cast down into a deep dark hole. His own hatred and depression. This was something he had been holding inside for oh so long now. His inner most thoughts now showing themselves. How he wished that he could just end it all, but death never seemed to be with him. How he wanted to run run away from everything, but they always found him. Would the poor Prince ever find peace? No one could answer that question. He began to cry his body hunkering to the ground as he cried his feelings out. This had been coming for a very long time. He was now dealing with his own past and memories trying to come to terms with everything finally. Zadkiel had always run from it all. All of the betrayal, the killing, the hate, the sadness, everything that ever happened to him. It was coming back full force now. Hours seemed to pass within his mind like this. It was horrifying to see the things he assaulted himself with. The names he called himself. The ways he tried to kill himself. Finally after all of it everything was quiet and calm...........
Pounding. His head. Oh it hurt so much. He could barely even think under the pressure he felt nor could he even open his eyes. It was torment enough to try and breathe now. All Zadkiel could feel was that he was warm and that he wasn't bleeding that was it. He had no idea of how any of it happened or why. This had happened after Alice had touched his forehead, he slowly began to come back into reality though he was extremely dazed and confused. Zadkiel tried his best to make a sound, but nothing and then a small bit later he could feel a liquid being poured down his throat almost making him choke but he couldn't even do that if he tried. As Alice moved and leaned against the wall leaving him to himself he began to try and focus. His body still had no energy, but he could at least make himself breathe. Somehow by some force of will he managed to move a finger hoping it would be enough to have something else happen.
Alice watches the wounded prince intently, he had returned to conciousness, and she was sure this had to be painful for him. he struggled to make noise, but nothing "don't try to speak yet, you had to have swallowed a lot of salt water, your insides should be dehydrated, speaking would only cause the inside of your throat to crack" she continued to watch him with her blue cat slit eyes as he tried to lift a finger....she moves to his side and looks into his swollen eyes "i don't suggest moving just yet either, you are very battered, no doubt all your muscles are bruised internally." she pushes his hair back and gets a wet cloth to press against his forehead to cool his fever, lifting his head to rest on her legs as she tends to the wounds on his face, cleaning them a second time since she could not bandage them for fear of causing it to be harder for him to breath. "rest little sorrow bird, your strength will return faster if you let it build up." she smiles lightly at him " everything you need is within your reach, i must go now to find help, alright?" with that Alice rises and places his head on the pelts once more. she grabs her sword and exits the cave, turning back once, brething in deep and instructing the stone to protect the prince from anything that may wander near by. she turns once more and begins to run, her feet catching on the wind and allowing her to speed away from japan
Temari and Zadkiel
Temari flew through the air, moving from France to that of the country in the Far East, Japan. He looked to the many places, but then felt when he crossed into Sapporo. He began to look around as he needed to find Zadkiel, and after a time, he had found him, sprawled out on the ground. Temari dove down to the ground, his wings slightly covering him as he made his descent before he extended them once more, and floated the rest of the way. he landed near him, and moved him over, saying to him, "Zadkiel, wake up."
Zadkiel was left there in pain and without the ability to move about. It was torture, but at least he was alive. All he cared about right now was staying awake. Not going back into his mind that was to much right now and he didn't think he would be able to drag himself back out once more. Japan...this was the first time he had ever been here. What a way to come in. He tried to chuckle at his own situation, but the movement caused sharp pains to shoot through him so he stopped trying. Zadkiel slowly was able to move his hand around. Progress. It made him feel slightly better about what was going on. How pathetic he must look. After everything he made himself into. To stand for and be. This is what has come of him. It made him think of the irony in everything he had ever done. His family killed and destroyed and he run out of a country. Then he becomes one that kills and destroys families himself and yet he still runs away. Would he ever be able to stay in one place for long. Only time would be able to tell. As Zadkiel lay there he just continued to breathe and try to move even though it hurt. Later on he heard a sound..he knew that sound somewhere. The sound of wings. Not Dragon wings though and not Zillah's he knew hears as well. Wait..no...that voice...Zadkiel tried his best to open his eyes, but only managed to get them open to a sliver and what he saw made shame spread throughout him. The Empress right there before him telling him to wake up and the way he was...he could feel nothing but a deep shame. Though he wouldn't ignore the empress. Instead of opening his eyes all the way for Temari he moved his hand barely making a small shard of ice showing that was all he could do but he was indeed awake. Temari looked upon him seeing that he was indeed alive, and he watched as Zadkiel slightly moved his hand, and watched him in his attempts to move about, and felt a slight wonderment on why he seemed that shame looked apparent on his features. When he saw the small shard of ice that he could do, and he then said to him, "Come, we will need you to be gotten back to Zillah, so that she might be able to help you more than I can, Zadkiel." He then opened his wings, and concentrated before lifting him up, and said as he extended his wings, "Hold on." He then jumped into the air, and flew, unable to fly high, but able to, regardless as he went towards Romania. Zadkiel couldn't do anything as Temari looked at him. It hurt to much to try anything else. So when Temari said something on going to Zillah Zadkiel wanted to hide, but knew it was impossible to do so. He could do nothing but listen and then slightly panic as he felt himself lifted into the air and then taken towards Romania.
Zadkiel felt the sensations of battle run through his being and he downed the rest of the blood that was on the tray. After a few moments all of his wounds were gone as though they had never been there. He moved out of the bed and stretched before turning to face Astarte. "Go back to Zillah's Castle NOW! Something vile is happening." He said as he rushed her out of the room. He then turned back and quickly changed his clothing into an outfit that had many hidden pockets and holders that within were knives and other items. "Now back to Zillah's castle." He opened a closet door and stepped into a portal that led to his old room in her castle.
Zadkiel once again appeared at his Castle but instead of going in he went to the back of it where there was a personal garden full of animals that were tamed. A couple of wolves came up to him and he smiled lightly before petting them.
"I'll try to relax here..." he said as he sat down on the ground the dirt messing up his outfit but he didn't care. He then lay back on the ground staring up at the sky feeling his wounds healing, his tendons and bones healing completely in his arm.
Zadkiel awoke in his gardens stretching and yawning. He had no idea how long he had actually been sleeping but it felt as though it had been weeks. He sat up and looked around smiling before actually standing and stretching again.
"Ah... Just what I needed." He said to himself as he cracked his neck heading back into his castle to change and also to feed. He returned outside some minutes later fully dressed in a new outfit and nourished a smile on his cold lips.
"Let's go find everyone else shall we?" he said to himself as he entered a portal leading to the main castle of Romania.
Zadkiel appeared in front of his castle. How long had it been since he had actually been here? He couldn't remember all he knew was that he wanted to go to his chambers and try and think for a moment. He quickly pushed open the doors, but was then stopped by all of the personal servants there who all looked at him in shock. Suddenly they started celebrating.
"What's going on?" 'We thought you had left us lord zadkiel it is so good to see you are back.' one of them answered him and he chuckled before shaking his head.
"Silly all of you I'd never leave you." He smiled to them and moved by headed towards his chambers. When he entered he closed the door and let himself fall onto his bed sighing deeply.
"Why...why is this having to happen...I thought I was done with them. They killed my mother and father and almost killed my sister and me. Now I guess they want to finish the job...." At that point he wondered on what Atlus had to do with it all.
"How in the world could Atlus have ANYTHING to do with this? I mean I'm what... Centuries older than him. Zillah turned him into one of our kind not to long ago if I remember correctly. How can he be connected to any of this...?" Zadkiel sighed to himself and then actually looked at himself. He hated how he looked he needed to change get rid of the past for now.
"Luthiem...I hope you don't kill me for this...." He said before he started to alter his appearance.
Ziel arrived to that strange land. The white bird entered into the castle looking for the prince Zadkiel, it must to deliver the letter that Liue had written for the Prince telling him about the facts that happened at the castle. The letter contain was :
"Good evening Prince Zadkiel, is Liue one of the maidens of your beloved Luthiem. I dare myself to write this letter to you, because of a recently horrible incident that has happened at the castle and which you must to be informed of. Our dearests Luthiem has fallen into a frozen sleep, leaving the castle and her domains under the protection of the Duchess Cassandra. The real reasons for such an act are unknown by us. I ask you to please come to the castle as soon as possible, for there might be still time to wake her up and... specially for our beloved child Rouge, who is under my care and attention. My apologies of writing you this way, but you will understand the situation made me do this....
Liue,
from Sapphire Gem, Germany."
The bird didn't stop flying until it found Zadkiel and delivered the letter only to him, after it did it, started its fly to home. Zadkiel moved around his chambers in a rush almost as though he had no idea what he was doing, but was actually doing many things at once. Slowly items began to appear on his bed that he had hidden away from his past. After a few more minutes Zadkiel moved and this was when he gently lay a suit of armor down on the bed. It a shining Silver that seemed as though it were made by him and for him and of course it was. This was the armor he had used back when he was in China and a Gaurd for the Emperor. Zadkiel sighed to himself and then took a deep breath before cutting his hair. The length going in half now. Where his hair used to run along the ground it ran along close to his buttocks now. It was something he hadn't done in a very long time, but he needed the change. Needed someway to make himself feel better about everything. Strangely his eyes glowed slightly silvery-orange. Zadkiel moved around once more and opened a case containing a very long sword with a Blood Line within the blade and a Blood Orb within the hilt. It was a glistening blade fit for one of Royalty..and that was exactly what Zadkiel really was even if he wouldn't say it. It was then that the bird flew in and dropped the note into his hands much to Zadkiel's surprise.
"What..?" He began to read and his spirits sank. "Why..?" He asked himself for a moment before thinking.
"I have to get Zillah here first... then I will tend to Luthiem.." He sighed once more before sending a servant off to find Zillah and Caine.
As Zadkiel sighed and waited he looked at the Armor that was upon his bed. "Such an elegant piece I can't believe I used to wear it." He chuckled. The Sword he had brought out fitting perfectly to the armor it's glistening Blood Jewel at the bottom. Zadkiel looked at it and began to stare unaware he was doing it. His head began to spin the room itself spinning away. If anyone would have actually walked into his Chambers they would have seen Zadkiel had fainted once more onto the floor.
He was flying on the back of Rama flying around his castle happily he and the dragon almost as one. "Ah Rama how I've missed this my friend." He heard Rama make a noise in agreement and Zadkiel looked around it was then that he noticed his castle was rotted and destroyed and he gasped. "What? What's going on!?" He said loudly trying to figure it out..then Rama turned his head towards Zadkiel and it was the face of a Decaying Zombie Dragon. Zadkiel yelled and fell backwards off of the Dragon plummeting towards the ground at a fast speed. He continued to fall towards the ground, but as he was about to hit everything changed. He was now at Zillah's castle and everyone was outside him being surrounded by him. He was confused and his blood was boiling from the panic he had just gone through, but then he noticed the weapons everyone of Romania had their weapons drawn at him. He was covered in blood. Whose..he didn't know until he looked at his feet. Adriel, he'd finally snapped and killed the poor being. Who could have known he would do it. His blood was everywhere around him along with his limbs the only thing that Zadkiel could see that showed it was Adriel was his head a few feet away from the body. Zadkiel's body lurched trying to expell some unknown sickness. He fell to a knee and then looked up. Zillah was above him and tears of blood streamed down her face. "Why Zadkiel..? Why did you do it..?" She pleaded him trying to get an answer that could clear him of it, but he had no answer he didn't even understand anything. Caine appeared then and moved infront of Zillah creating a block between Zadkiel and her. "I'm sorry, but you can't be near him Zillah please...go back inside..." He said making a few of the followers take Zillah back inside. Caine then moved to Zadkiel. "I'm sorry Zadkiel..." The glint of a blade in the air caught his eye and he knew what would come next. Zadkiel merely stayed in his spot until the air about him sliced and Zadkiel blinked once again in another area. "WHY!? WHERE AM I GOING!? SOMEONE HELP!" He screamed around as he found himself at the Imperial Palace. Something about the way it looked though made him shiver. The air was cold and smelt of death. He didn't dare venture to as why it did. All Zadkiel wanted was for it to stop.
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bloodmother12208
03:35 Jul 28 2009
very good.