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[Tezrian]

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As her eyes opened slowly the room changed from normal stone and mortar to liquid red walls. She smiled in anticipation. Her blood began to sing as a figure materialized.
The figure slowly approached Tezrian as she stood waiting. His hand rose to her face, gently stroking her cheek.
“You are lovely My Dear. I have missed you. Remove that infernal robe” He spoke the words all in the same tone but Tezrian knew the last words were a command not to be disobeyed.
As he moved around her, touching her hair, her shoulder, the small of her back. His eyes glowed a soft golden hue. His fingers touched her lips as he bent to sharply pierce her lower lip with his fangs. Her blood began to heat, sending tingles throughout her limbs. He licked the blood from his lips as he walked toward the wall and turned.
“Tell me Tezrian, what have you been doing all these weeks.”
Tezrian lowered her eyes from the face of Zagan , the Daemon King. She spoke to him of her travels and of the search for the Daemon Lord. The search had ended with the joining of the Dark Order. Tezrian would blend in well with the members of the Dark Order and begin her work.
She told him of the two men she had started the transformation on. He asked if they had survived the first stage and she nodded her head.
Zagan moved around her pondering her report.
“How long will the transformation take with these men?”
Tezrian carefully answered, “ One is Elvin, the other a mix of human and something else. I’m not sure what but I taste it in his blood. I have had to drop my blood in drinks for the human but the elf takes from me freely. The elf will transform quickly at this rate. “
Zagan’s eyes turned a dark red; he watched her shiver as his gaze struck her.
“Together you and I will amass a following My Dear. One drop of blood at a time. I am in no hurry. I want the transformations to be pure and irreversible. Daemons will rise and rule. We will take what is not freely given and lead the minions to do as we wish.”
Tezrian closed her eyes as the walls once again turned from the red of blood to stone and mortar. She smiled and covered herself once again with a robe. Her path was set for her. This was what she was brought here to do.
One drop of blood at a time.

[Gen Naguchi]

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Gen awoke to the songs of the tropical birds and creatures, as he always did in the morning. He smiled as he thought of Tezrian as he went to bathe and prepare his breakfast and his food for his daily training regiment at Dungeon Despise. What was it about her? He felt a strong attraction to her ever since he layed eyes on her. The very thought of her made his heart skip a beat, but he often wondered, if she feels the same way....

He finished his breakfast, and mounted up to leave for Despise. He felt amazingly light on his feet and a bit stronger today, but he chalked it up to a good night's sleep and teleported away. He arrived at his destination, the Island of the Ogre Lords, tucked away deep in the dungeon. Today he would fight without a mount, and see how far he has truly come. He armed his shield and kryss, and as he looked up...the first let out a loud roar and charged him.. He raised his hand and chanted "An Ex Por!" This momentarily paralyzed the ogre lord and Gen charged it and sank the the kryss through his heart deeply, as the ogre could not do anything to stop him. He then stepped back and chanted "Corp Por!!", followed by "Vas Ort Flam!!", which instantly burned the ogre to a crisp. He lowered his hand slowly, and looked in disbief...sure his warrior skills were are superior to that of his magery, but his magery seemed to have went up a tremendously.

He would give it a try with two more...Gen stepped back and chanted "In Jux Hur Ylem!!!!", he repeated the chant for another blade. He watched as the blades whirled around and found their mark....he watches as the blade cuts the aggressors into pieces....the scene continued throughout his training the whole day and he had taken out more ogres than normal this day....

As he arrived home, he was happy with the days results, but wondered how everything seemed to go so perfectly this day..He listened to the jungle sing his lullaby as he drifted off into a deep sleep....His dreams..they were...strange...he dreamed of the hellish hythloth, or so he thought...In this dream, the place...looked familiar, the walls were of fire and molten lava...He walked the hallway, there stood a figure off in the distance...it seemed to be calling him...that voice..so familiar.....and the voice, it changed..instead of a beautiful calming tone, it changed to menacing, terrible, laughter and of pain so deep it was impossible to comprehend....The voice...it still nonetheless called to him...as he got closer, the distance seemed to increase with each step...the faster he ran...to more distant it became until finally....

Gen sat straight up in his bed, drenched in sweat.....His skin was hot, his blood, was on fire...He made his way to his privy and wet his face with the cool water from the sea....he gazed into his mirror, and his eyes, were a deep, glowing, burning red...his thirst was unquenhable...he needed blood....not just any blood...hers...he needed her......her rich, powerful, perfect blood...