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so i think i'm going to move my main posting to a new name under Deviantart... this will still be here, just no more new stuff. My new stuff is going to be on:
jenihudson.deviantart.com
and don't forget my tumblr if you love my stuff, i'm always posting there. : steampunk-masquerade.tumblr.com
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come and follow me... *swing a pocket watch in front of your face methodically* you will follow me... *uses slow and seductive voice* follow me as... Steampunk-Masquerade... your live will be complete and you shall have many babies... nod your head now and open a new tab... yes, thats it.
now that i have you convinced, i'd love for you to follow me (incase you couldn't tell)
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now that i have you convinced, i'd love for you to follow me (incase you couldn't tell)
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i totally stole this off tumblr. Enjoy. Made my day. 
dont care
dont care
dont care
you’re*
dont care
dont care
your life is just so f*ing bad isn’t it?
oh you’re single, once again
dont care
song lyrics, how original
dont care
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you’re like 10, no you’re not ‘getting smashed’
dont care
dont care
dont care
NOW BACK TO TUMBLR
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By the time Malak walked through the gate it was four o'clock. Dante was lounging asleep in the courtyard as servents rushed about. As he moved past him to walk up the stairs and leave Dante sleeping, a voice called after him.
"It's after noon, genius." Dante smirked, still in sleeping pose, eyes shut.
"I'm going." Malak muttered speeding up the stairs willing his immortal power to go even faster. Though he stopped a few doors away from his own as he gazed upon Kendra, leaning over the balcony in a dreamy state.
She was ever so beautiful with long black hair, richly tanned skin and sparkeling emerald eyes. She wore a dark green dress with gold and red trim embrodery. The whole magnificence of her made him sure NOX would chose her
"Good evening, Kendra." He said watching her panicked face turn to see him and as her skin burnt red on her cheeks.
"General Malak," She said, her voice like a sweet and gentil bell. "Forgive me, I must prepare myself for tonight." she moved to go past him.
"For you, my lady." He held out the forget-me-nots to her. Her delicate finger gentily brushing his hand as she acceptted before continueing to rush off. He watched her continue down the corridor, and dissipearing around a corodor.
If NOX did not chose her, he was sure they'd be forced into marraige. Kendra was already a young woman of sixteen, in the eyes of Ambrogio, ready for marraige.
Malak shook his head and pushed open the door to his suite. He'd known since she was a child that her destiny lied with NOX. But now that it as her turn to become his new bride, it made Malak so very on edge. His mind pondered though all possibilities, his mother, NOX, his family, and again Kendra. When he'd finnished dressing, he was suited in the traditional back formal suit for son's of NOX. His father's crest embroded in silver over his heart; a simple circle surrounded by a half circle under it, and rays off the top with the the name NOX below and the symbol for inifinity under that.
He leaned against the window, looking at the darkining sky. There was three quick raps on his door.
"Come in." Malak called standing away from the window.
"Come on, let's go." Dante was also dressed in his best as he stood in the doorway and tossed his very long blond hair over his shoulder, it was loose now and freely drooped where it pleased.
"Okay, I'm coming."
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The ballroom was richly decorated in shades of blue and dozens of the royal blue roses streamed the tables and were arranged in lovely bouques across the room. Almost everyone was there when Malak and Dante finally arrived.
"Hello, Mother." Dante made his way over and she folded him into her arms.
"Oh, my sons" She smiled and turned to Malak and hugged him too.
"Good evening, Aunt Alcie" Malak hugged her back feeling prouble her hands on eather side of his face and looked into his orange amber eyes. "I know this might be hard for you to accept this, but it doesn't mean your mother is less important."
"I know, Aunt Alcie. She will always be important to me." Malak touched one of her hands and she let go of his face and nodded.
He was not upset about a new bride only to replace his mother. Though he could tell Alcie was upset and assumed he was too, because even through she had never met, his beautiful mother Nissalaine. She loved her sister's son as her own.
"Go dance. There are plenty of beautiful girls out here tonight." She wiped the bottom of her eyes with her gloved finger.
"We'll be back, Mother." Dante pulled at Malak's arm and back into the crowd.
"What is it?" Malak ask his hand itching to find his hidden gun.
"You've got your shooter?" Dante asked quitetly as they reached the drink table.
"Why?" Malak's eyes scanned the accumulateing crowd.
"Mephistopheles thinks the Phoenix and Alessio followers could try to sabatouge the dance." Dante poured himself a drink and looked back at Malak. "He want's you on your gaurd."
Malak chuckeled as they walked into the crowd again "When am I not?"
"General Malak!" A well dressed Baladessare Noble approched him with his assumeing wife and two daughter
"Your Grace." Malak bowed slightly and Dante rid himself of half full glass into a tray of a passing waiter.
"I am Lord Magnus Bradamante, my wife," He brought forward his wife who looked over the two soilder's forms with great pleasure and smiling flitatiously. "And my daughters, Uriel and Nicoletta." The daughter's stepped forward eagerly, both younger and much more beautiful to the dissipontment their mother showed.
"A pleasure, I'm sure." Date smiled charmingly at the Lord's dughters, who tittered behind their matching fans.
"Exuse me, my lord. I must beg leave." Malak said bowing and leaving Dante to enjoy entertaining the girls himself. In truth, he'd finally caught a glimpse of Mephistopheles enter the ballroom and escape up to the seperate overlooking box.
He quickly made his ways though the people and up the consealed staircase to the nicknamed, 'NOXBOX' over the ages, and saw as he predicted, Meph alone and gazing at the crowd.
"The messenger have told me NOX's decsion and message." Meph said to Malak in the dark of the BOX. "But, I will leave it to you find out later."
"Yes, sir. Do you really believe The Phoenix will attack?" Malak searched the danceing couples for Kendra. There was no doupt this was her ball, The Last Dance Ball.
"I think it's foolish not to assume so." Meph said. "Go. Enjoy the ladies tonight, this is a night of oppeetunity."
Malak bowed and left him and entered the ball again. As the night carried on he rejoined Dante and his aunt. For his family's benefit, Malak pretend to be completely at ease and joined Dante in his merry-making.
"My guests!" Meph's voice boomed across the whole congregcition. The music and danceing stopped, all attention focused on Meph and seven messengers surrounding him in the center of the ballroom, then instantly quited.
One of the seven steped forward and balnkly stared into the crowd. "NOX has decided to accept his bride three weeks form now. He has told us, to tell the people of beautiful Moonwater, a message." A second stepped forward and cleared his thought.
"'My people, this shall be a momentus acceptance. On the city into a completely new world. A world of absolute allegence and a complete rebirth of my faithful Ambrogios.'" when he was finnished he stepped back into his place.
Malak's mind raced through he message, realizing the true goal of NOX, but others seemed uncocerned with it's coded message. His heartbeat sped up and his breathing become faster.
"Hey, you okay?" Dante whispered.
"Fine." He replaced and tryed to calm himself.
"The woman chosen by NOX, this day to become his bride," The messenger continued stepping through the crowd. "Is the lady, Kendra Ambrogio, to replace his honored last bride Nissalaine Ambrogio." He paused infrount of Kendra and knelt. "Honored Lady, you have been selected to continue our sacred pact. Do you accept the Lord of Night and Darkness, NOX's proposal, and keep peace between his immortality and out mortality?"
"I accapt NOX, and shall be gladly accepted by his acceptance that now bound her fate to the complete will of NOX.
The messengers bowed to the congregation and related into their sanctuary.
Mephistopheles approched her and bowed. "This ball is yours, Lady. Do you request the special dance with any selected person?"
"I do." Her eyes sparkeled and blush spews across her skin. "General Malak?"
He took a gulp of air as he pushed his way into the clearing. Meph raised his eyebrows questionable of the request, but said nothing and signaled the musicians to begin their playing again. The music began hauntingly beautiful drifted through the room as they began to waltz. Malak took her into his arms as they moved with the music. With suprise he knowted her entire ensamble was the exact shade of forget-me-nots, and a small bunch was tucked into her complicated hair style. As the dance continued, more couples joined them, makeing conversation more ideal.
"Do forgive me, if this dance does not give you pleasure, my lord." Kendra kept her eyes downcast and did not look directly at him.
"Not at all. It is my duty to give you pleasure and protect you untill, NOX has claimed you as own." Malak said feeling her body tense as he spoke NOX's name.
"Yes." She said quietly.
"But it would give me pleasure, if you did look at me. I know my face that frigtens me."
"Ah, then it is my scar." He grinned.
"You have a scar?"
"So, it's not that. Humm, I must ponder what about me you find most frighteng." Malak and her twisted about letting go and then coming together again.
"Pray, tell me, where is this scar? How did you aqquire it?" She changed the subject eagerly.
He let go of her momentary and pulled away the curtain of long blue hair to expose the side of his face. A long scar streached from his temple to the cornor of his jaw.
She gasped quietly and Malak let his hair fall back into place. "It was a reminder of a unpleaseing lesson."
"It's your eyes." she whipsered.
"What was that?" He smiled knowing he'd won her resistance.
"Your eyes. They frighten me." She whispered again as the dance slowed.
"Then why on earth would you want to dance with me?" He said solmly.
She blushed a deep red in response as the dance ended.
"Exsuse me. There are plenty of other, much more enjoyable young men to dance with." Malak bowed and walked away from her starled face.
"Malak." Meph's voice made Malak pause in the crowd, looking at the door that would grant him freedom from this acused place. "I don't want you alone with her. All she is to you is our father's next bride. Nothing more, understand?" Meph's voice was quiet but darkly firm.
"Perfectly, sir." Malak preceded around him and continued directly to the door.
"It's after noon, genius." Dante smirked, still in sleeping pose, eyes shut.
"I'm going." Malak muttered speeding up the stairs willing his immortal power to go even faster. Though he stopped a few doors away from his own as he gazed upon Kendra, leaning over the balcony in a dreamy state.
She was ever so beautiful with long black hair, richly tanned skin and sparkeling emerald eyes. She wore a dark green dress with gold and red trim embrodery. The whole magnificence of her made him sure NOX would chose her
"Good evening, Kendra." He said watching her panicked face turn to see him and as her skin burnt red on her cheeks.
"General Malak," She said, her voice like a sweet and gentil bell. "Forgive me, I must prepare myself for tonight." she moved to go past him.
"For you, my lady." He held out the forget-me-nots to her. Her delicate finger gentily brushing his hand as she acceptted before continueing to rush off. He watched her continue down the corridor, and dissipearing around a corodor.
If NOX did not chose her, he was sure they'd be forced into marraige. Kendra was already a young woman of sixteen, in the eyes of Ambrogio, ready for marraige.
Malak shook his head and pushed open the door to his suite. He'd known since she was a child that her destiny lied with NOX. But now that it as her turn to become his new bride, it made Malak so very on edge. His mind pondered though all possibilities, his mother, NOX, his family, and again Kendra. When he'd finnished dressing, he was suited in the traditional back formal suit for son's of NOX. His father's crest embroded in silver over his heart; a simple circle surrounded by a half circle under it, and rays off the top with the the name NOX below and the symbol for inifinity under that.
He leaned against the window, looking at the darkining sky. There was three quick raps on his door.
"Come in." Malak called standing away from the window.
"Come on, let's go." Dante was also dressed in his best as he stood in the doorway and tossed his very long blond hair over his shoulder, it was loose now and freely drooped where it pleased.
"Okay, I'm coming."
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The ballroom was richly decorated in shades of blue and dozens of the royal blue roses streamed the tables and were arranged in lovely bouques across the room. Almost everyone was there when Malak and Dante finally arrived.
"Hello, Mother." Dante made his way over and she folded him into her arms.
"Oh, my sons" She smiled and turned to Malak and hugged him too.
"Good evening, Aunt Alcie" Malak hugged her back feeling prouble her hands on eather side of his face and looked into his orange amber eyes. "I know this might be hard for you to accept this, but it doesn't mean your mother is less important."
"I know, Aunt Alcie. She will always be important to me." Malak touched one of her hands and she let go of his face and nodded.
He was not upset about a new bride only to replace his mother. Though he could tell Alcie was upset and assumed he was too, because even through she had never met, his beautiful mother Nissalaine. She loved her sister's son as her own.
"Go dance. There are plenty of beautiful girls out here tonight." She wiped the bottom of her eyes with her gloved finger.
"We'll be back, Mother." Dante pulled at Malak's arm and back into the crowd.
"What is it?" Malak ask his hand itching to find his hidden gun.
"You've got your shooter?" Dante asked quitetly as they reached the drink table.
"Why?" Malak's eyes scanned the accumulateing crowd.
"Mephistopheles thinks the Phoenix and Alessio followers could try to sabatouge the dance." Dante poured himself a drink and looked back at Malak. "He want's you on your gaurd."
Malak chuckeled as they walked into the crowd again "When am I not?"
"General Malak!" A well dressed Baladessare Noble approched him with his assumeing wife and two daughter
"Your Grace." Malak bowed slightly and Dante rid himself of half full glass into a tray of a passing waiter.
"I am Lord Magnus Bradamante, my wife," He brought forward his wife who looked over the two soilder's forms with great pleasure and smiling flitatiously. "And my daughters, Uriel and Nicoletta." The daughter's stepped forward eagerly, both younger and much more beautiful to the dissipontment their mother showed.
"A pleasure, I'm sure." Date smiled charmingly at the Lord's dughters, who tittered behind their matching fans.
"Exuse me, my lord. I must beg leave." Malak said bowing and leaving Dante to enjoy entertaining the girls himself. In truth, he'd finally caught a glimpse of Mephistopheles enter the ballroom and escape up to the seperate overlooking box.
He quickly made his ways though the people and up the consealed staircase to the nicknamed, 'NOXBOX' over the ages, and saw as he predicted, Meph alone and gazing at the crowd.
"The messenger have told me NOX's decsion and message." Meph said to Malak in the dark of the BOX. "But, I will leave it to you find out later."
"Yes, sir. Do you really believe The Phoenix will attack?" Malak searched the danceing couples for Kendra. There was no doupt this was her ball, The Last Dance Ball.
"I think it's foolish not to assume so." Meph said. "Go. Enjoy the ladies tonight, this is a night of oppeetunity."
Malak bowed and left him and entered the ball again. As the night carried on he rejoined Dante and his aunt. For his family's benefit, Malak pretend to be completely at ease and joined Dante in his merry-making.
"My guests!" Meph's voice boomed across the whole congregcition. The music and danceing stopped, all attention focused on Meph and seven messengers surrounding him in the center of the ballroom, then instantly quited.
One of the seven steped forward and balnkly stared into the crowd. "NOX has decided to accept his bride three weeks form now. He has told us, to tell the people of beautiful Moonwater, a message." A second stepped forward and cleared his thought.
"'My people, this shall be a momentus acceptance. On the city into a completely new world. A world of absolute allegence and a complete rebirth of my faithful Ambrogios.'" when he was finnished he stepped back into his place.
Malak's mind raced through he message, realizing the true goal of NOX, but others seemed uncocerned with it's coded message. His heartbeat sped up and his breathing become faster.
"Hey, you okay?" Dante whispered.
"Fine." He replaced and tryed to calm himself.
"The woman chosen by NOX, this day to become his bride," The messenger continued stepping through the crowd. "Is the lady, Kendra Ambrogio, to replace his honored last bride Nissalaine Ambrogio." He paused infrount of Kendra and knelt. "Honored Lady, you have been selected to continue our sacred pact. Do you accept the Lord of Night and Darkness, NOX's proposal, and keep peace between his immortality and out mortality?"
"I accapt NOX, and shall be gladly accepted by his acceptance that now bound her fate to the complete will of NOX.
The messengers bowed to the congregation and related into their sanctuary.
Mephistopheles approched her and bowed. "This ball is yours, Lady. Do you request the special dance with any selected person?"
"I do." Her eyes sparkeled and blush spews across her skin. "General Malak?"
He took a gulp of air as he pushed his way into the clearing. Meph raised his eyebrows questionable of the request, but said nothing and signaled the musicians to begin their playing again. The music began hauntingly beautiful drifted through the room as they began to waltz. Malak took her into his arms as they moved with the music. With suprise he knowted her entire ensamble was the exact shade of forget-me-nots, and a small bunch was tucked into her complicated hair style. As the dance continued, more couples joined them, makeing conversation more ideal.
"Do forgive me, if this dance does not give you pleasure, my lord." Kendra kept her eyes downcast and did not look directly at him.
"Not at all. It is my duty to give you pleasure and protect you untill, NOX has claimed you as own." Malak said feeling her body tense as he spoke NOX's name.
"Yes." She said quietly.
"But it would give me pleasure, if you did look at me. I know my face that frigtens me."
"Ah, then it is my scar." He grinned.
"You have a scar?"
"So, it's not that. Humm, I must ponder what about me you find most frighteng." Malak and her twisted about letting go and then coming together again.
"Pray, tell me, where is this scar? How did you aqquire it?" She changed the subject eagerly.
He let go of her momentary and pulled away the curtain of long blue hair to expose the side of his face. A long scar streached from his temple to the cornor of his jaw.
She gasped quietly and Malak let his hair fall back into place. "It was a reminder of a unpleaseing lesson."
"It's your eyes." she whipsered.
"What was that?" He smiled knowing he'd won her resistance.
"Your eyes. They frighten me." She whispered again as the dance slowed.
"Then why on earth would you want to dance with me?" He said solmly.
She blushed a deep red in response as the dance ended.
"Exsuse me. There are plenty of other, much more enjoyable young men to dance with." Malak bowed and walked away from her starled face.
"Malak." Meph's voice made Malak pause in the crowd, looking at the door that would grant him freedom from this acused place. "I don't want you alone with her. All she is to you is our father's next bride. Nothing more, understand?" Meph's voice was quiet but darkly firm.
"Perfectly, sir." Malak preceded around him and continued directly to the door.
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The streets of Moonwater were a quiet hum of buissness. Merchants, vendor, and all other manor of people trying to ern a day's pay.
"Buy a flower, sir?" A young girl appeared at Malak's side. She was dirty, her hair pulled up and tucked into a head covering , yet a few strands of blond hair had escaped it's hold. He knelt down to her eyelevel, she could be no more than nine with strikeingly pale blue eyes.
"What kind of flower?" He asked gentily.
"They's forget-me-nots, sir." She said, holding out a small bunch to him.
"How much?" Malak reached inside his uniform.
"Leave her alone, she's nothing but trouble. We've got work to do." Dante huffed. The girl's face saddened and she placed the small bunch of forget-me-nots back in her small wicker basket.
"How much?" Malak repeated, ignoring Dante's comment. He touched her shoulder, she smiled at him.
"One clocket, sir"
Malak fished out a coin and took the bunch from her. "Thank you, lady." He smiled and stood up, takeing one step to leave, but the girl had gasped his cloak.
"Sir! I can't take this! It's a whole moiter!" She gasped at him, eyes wide.
"No. Keep it. It's for you and your family." He touched he cheek and she let go, watching him walk off.
"Why'd you do that?" Dante asked sourly as they walked through the streets together.
"Because, what child would approch two ambrogio soliders?" Malak asked as a few people dodged and avoided their path and gazes. "Plus, I like forget-me-nots."
Dante sighed exhasperately. "We should go check the West Quarter. They walked quietly side by side, caususly glanceing everywhere for any signs of trouble. When they arrived at the West Quater, dozens of soilders already were marching about the area.
"General Malak, sir." A tall man finely dressed in a Captain's uniform. approched them.
"Captain, what have you to report?" Malak asked, gentily fingering the forget-me-nots tucked into his belt.
"We have searched the area several times and no trace of the Alessio boy has been found." He saluted Malak when he was done.
"Anything strange whatsoever?" Malak asked him glanced over the captain's shoulder.
"No. Nothing, sir." He. Replied much too quickly making Malak now suspicious of the captain's truth.
"I hope so, for your sake. I am a son of NOX, and shall dicsover all truths." Malak's eyes narrowed as he moved past the captain and down the street. The whole Quarter was crawling with soilders, giveing the look of blue rats.
"Tell me, what happend to 'even though he's my father, I still hate him'?" Dante asked as soon as the Captain was out of earshot.
"I throw it in now and then." He grinned at his cousin as he chuckeled at him. "Adds a little more power."
"Ahh,"Dante responded, shaking his head. "So you think he's hiding something?" He glanced at Malak.
"Definatly." Malak nodded to a few passing gaurds who saluted him.
"Like what?"
"I don't know, but I'll find out." Malak groweled as he pushed forward. In the center square of the West Quarter, soilders stood attention and kept citizens from entering the square. Easily they stepped asides for Malak and Dante as the approched the small tent that housed the two gaurds.
They entered the tent and two gaurds were lieing on cots.
"General, sir." One of them sat up and winced slightly.
"Are you two okay?" Malak touched the gaurd's shoulder lightly.
"Just a little sore." He replied quietly. "I'm Wynn Ambrogio." his hand to Malak, who shook it.
"I understand you heard the Phoenix's message?" Malak sat down next to Wynn.
"Yes, sir. Ryumer and I were taking our usual rounds and I heard something. Ryumer didn't think much of it and as he was talking... he dissipeared." he sighed and put his hand to his forhead, pauseing.
"'He dissipeared'?" Malak repeated raiseing an eyebrow, his orange amber eyes flashing.
"Yes, when I looked back at him and then he was gone! Completely gone! I called for him and then... something grabbed my neck, what did pulled me down!" Wynn touched the back of his neck. "Then out of nowhere, a voice."
"What kind of voice? What did it say?" Malak demanded, his own on edge. Wynn gulped a bereath of air to steady himself.
"It said; 'Ambrogio fools! Tell your kin, The Phoenix lives!'" he repeated closing his eyes and looking back at Malak and Dante.
They exchanged a glance and Malak looked back at Wynn. "Is there anything else?"
"No, I woke up here there this morning( not knowing what happened." Wynn shook his head, he reached his hand up ans scatched his messy dark hair.
"What about Ryumer? Your partner?" Dante interjected.
"Nah, he knows less than I do." Wynn shruged and watched the General as he stood up.
"Thank you for your information. I shall immeadiately pass it on to the High Prince. Good day to you." Malak bowed slightly glanceing at the other sleeping man, so called Ryumer, and left.
"Back to headquarters?" Dante asked as his gray eyes inspected Malak's orange amber ones.
"No, I'll send a messenger. I don't think i'll be back for a while. We've got alot to take care of." said gazing over the disarayed refements and other supiriors shouting orders at them.
"Be back by noon." Dante
"I will." Malak paused his mind lingering on
"Buy a flower, sir?" A young girl appeared at Malak's side. She was dirty, her hair pulled up and tucked into a head covering , yet a few strands of blond hair had escaped it's hold. He knelt down to her eyelevel, she could be no more than nine with strikeingly pale blue eyes.
"What kind of flower?" He asked gentily.
"They's forget-me-nots, sir." She said, holding out a small bunch to him.
"How much?" Malak reached inside his uniform.
"Leave her alone, she's nothing but trouble. We've got work to do." Dante huffed. The girl's face saddened and she placed the small bunch of forget-me-nots back in her small wicker basket.
"How much?" Malak repeated, ignoring Dante's comment. He touched her shoulder, she smiled at him.
"One clocket, sir"
Malak fished out a coin and took the bunch from her. "Thank you, lady." He smiled and stood up, takeing one step to leave, but the girl had gasped his cloak.
"Sir! I can't take this! It's a whole moiter!" She gasped at him, eyes wide.
"No. Keep it. It's for you and your family." He touched he cheek and she let go, watching him walk off.
"Why'd you do that?" Dante asked sourly as they walked through the streets together.
"Because, what child would approch two ambrogio soliders?" Malak asked as a few people dodged and avoided their path and gazes. "Plus, I like forget-me-nots."
Dante sighed exhasperately. "We should go check the West Quarter. They walked quietly side by side, caususly glanceing everywhere for any signs of trouble. When they arrived at the West Quater, dozens of soilders already were marching about the area.
"General Malak, sir." A tall man finely dressed in a Captain's uniform. approched them.
"Captain, what have you to report?" Malak asked, gentily fingering the forget-me-nots tucked into his belt.
"We have searched the area several times and no trace of the Alessio boy has been found." He saluted Malak when he was done.
"Anything strange whatsoever?" Malak asked him glanced over the captain's shoulder.
"No. Nothing, sir." He. Replied much too quickly making Malak now suspicious of the captain's truth.
"I hope so, for your sake. I am a son of NOX, and shall dicsover all truths." Malak's eyes narrowed as he moved past the captain and down the street. The whole Quarter was crawling with soilders, giveing the look of blue rats.
"Tell me, what happend to 'even though he's my father, I still hate him'?" Dante asked as soon as the Captain was out of earshot.
"I throw it in now and then." He grinned at his cousin as he chuckeled at him. "Adds a little more power."
"Ahh,"Dante responded, shaking his head. "So you think he's hiding something?" He glanced at Malak.
"Definatly." Malak nodded to a few passing gaurds who saluted him.
"Like what?"
"I don't know, but I'll find out." Malak groweled as he pushed forward. In the center square of the West Quarter, soilders stood attention and kept citizens from entering the square. Easily they stepped asides for Malak and Dante as the approched the small tent that housed the two gaurds.
They entered the tent and two gaurds were lieing on cots.
"General, sir." One of them sat up and winced slightly.
"Are you two okay?" Malak touched the gaurd's shoulder lightly.
"Just a little sore." He replied quietly. "I'm Wynn Ambrogio." his hand to Malak, who shook it.
"I understand you heard the Phoenix's message?" Malak sat down next to Wynn.
"Yes, sir. Ryumer and I were taking our usual rounds and I heard something. Ryumer didn't think much of it and as he was talking... he dissipeared." he sighed and put his hand to his forhead, pauseing.
"'He dissipeared'?" Malak repeated raiseing an eyebrow, his orange amber eyes flashing.
"Yes, when I looked back at him and then he was gone! Completely gone! I called for him and then... something grabbed my neck, what did pulled me down!" Wynn touched the back of his neck. "Then out of nowhere, a voice."
"What kind of voice? What did it say?" Malak demanded, his own on edge. Wynn gulped a bereath of air to steady himself.
"It said; 'Ambrogio fools! Tell your kin, The Phoenix lives!'" he repeated closing his eyes and looking back at Malak and Dante.
They exchanged a glance and Malak looked back at Wynn. "Is there anything else?"
"No, I woke up here there this morning( not knowing what happened." Wynn shook his head, he reached his hand up ans scatched his messy dark hair.
"What about Ryumer? Your partner?" Dante interjected.
"Nah, he knows less than I do." Wynn shruged and watched the General as he stood up.
"Thank you for your information. I shall immeadiately pass it on to the High Prince. Good day to you." Malak bowed slightly glanceing at the other sleeping man, so called Ryumer, and left.
"Back to headquarters?" Dante asked as his gray eyes inspected Malak's orange amber ones.
"No, I'll send a messenger. I don't think i'll be back for a while. We've got alot to take care of." said gazing over the disarayed refements and other supiriors shouting orders at them.
"Be back by noon." Dante
"I will." Malak paused his mind lingering on
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