This was the pits... When Calyx turned 18 he was to go out and experience all that the realms had to offer; To learn to become a man. He had been from town to town, village to village, and he had experienced nothing he couldn't have experienced back home. He just missed his sisters. Everywhere he went, he thought about Ember, and the strange meeting he had with Marie....

Nonetheless he kept moving forward, searching for the great adventure that he had promised the Multiverse could offer him. This time he found himself in a strange forest. Rumors said it was home to an ancient civilization that worshipped fox spirits, and that if you traveled far enough, there were ancient ruins filled with treasures! Calyx didn't need treasure, but at least that sounded like an adventure! Onward to life!

He could feel his flesh burn, his power fading and his body was just about to explode as the shadows of and chained coffin consumed him and held him their burying him in the cold hard ground.. Of course the damage was insane and every second he spent in his ultimate defense was painful with how the sharp threading shot through him and part of his organs... Blood fell from his lips as the explosion finally ended and silence once more consumed the world... He knew that if that had hit him it would be over.. he would have been absolutely destroyed by a power like that, and that realization to him it was now or never to end this..

The coffin rose just as Kayis turned and then the chains uncoiled leading Kayis to turn around and face it all with a blank expression.. The door to the coffin flung open and it was as if a Mirror was placed before them. The Dead look in each of their eyes mimicked the others.. Kota stepped out bruised beaten, destroyed utterly and still he had the determination to kill this man.. His aura started to grow around him.. this time taking shape and form as a gigantic 12 black angel winged Dragon appeared... in his aura... The equivalent was seen in Kayis with a brilliant white Phoenix behind him... Kota raised his hand outward lazily and the Aura focused as from his flesh a million chains of black shot towards the sky and the earth latching firmly as the sky began to form cracks in its flawless form... He spoke in the coldest of tones before dashing forward as if he were dead.. truly dead emotionless and the chained pulled... as Kayis prepared his own strike...

Surely it was starting to wear on him, but it didn't matter it would all end soon and he would walk away leaving his fathers corpse for Carion and crows, if not the multitude of Demons that were shying away from this place during their battle. His sword was resonating now as It started to fade, or near face. the shadow like form of whips, and smoke like tendrils became  a million tiny particles that surrounded him while his hand became free now and the sword was controlled by his will. Kayis of course had no clue as to what type of abilities the weapon held but he wasn't about to find out either. soon as the mist had appeared and Kota started a slow stride towards him, Kayis replaced his sword in its sheathe still allowing for the twelve swords to float around him but he had a feeling it would be best to have his hands free for the upcoming round in this desperate battle.

Kota didn't care if the man was weaponless though, his smile broadened and he shot forward, the mist following around him as the sound of 14 weapons clashed in sync. The gold and silver mix matched eyes met Kota's own abyss like orbs ove rthe mesh of twelve of Kayis swords against the mist and two Large well curved schimitars in each of their hands... Kotas were black as could be while Kayis own simply appeared white.. The two recoiled again and just as Kayis swung in with a double strike Kota hopped it and a spear formed in his hand blocking both of the weapons easily with its point firm in the ground.. Kota spun around the spear tugging it from the ground and the end turned to that of a glaive for him. He started a piercing set of Jabs towards Kayis but Kayis was no fool in this ground either. A Kusari Gama formed in kayis own hand and he flung it to swing around the shaft of the spear so that he could tug Kota closer and also catch his arm with the hook of the blade..

Kota was quick as well however and instantly leg go of the mist which reformed again in Kota's hand only a few yards away as he dashed from branch to branch.. He held a Large very long and powerful bow and was firing off the arrows in earnest. Kayis of course dodged as best he could taking a single arrow to his side, but he picked it out just as soon as it hit.. and formed a long javelin in his hand as he spiraled it towards Kota. Kota of course flipped the weapon and in that time had received a multitude of throwing knives which he flung like a true champion.. Kayis could only summon it just in time to throw the very same knives just in time to catch the others.. Then Kota landed and With a gigantic Scythe came in with a slash that surely would have claimed Kayis head hadn't he ducked just in time.. He now hand wrist band gloves with Blades on each and every finger and caught the scythe with one hand while slashing Kota good across the chest..  However before Kota could return his focus past the pain the unfamiliar sound of a click resounded and Kayis held both Oberon and garreth in his hands pointed at Kota's skull.

Kota chuckled as his Shadow appeared behind Kayis and a gun was held to Kayis own head.. Kota wasn't reluctant to pull the trigger though, and Kayis only dodged quick enough to fling his leg out and slash the shadows legs in half with a sweeping kick, before returning in that motion to Catch Kota aiming with his right hand to try and grab hold of Kayis head.. The shadow like mist that formed around his hand was one of the most merciless forms of energy he had ever felt before, He instantly ducked under the strike and grabbed Kota's hand while turning and forcing a palm strike with his left hand that was already destroyed, the sound of a snap and then Kota screamed in pain... his wrist broken and the shadow like mist ceased to exist on his hand...He stepped back holding his hand and cursing but Kayis did the same.. A look of daggers as he looked towards the mans but what he saw he never would have expected... In Kayis hands he held 64 different chains 32 in each hand.. and at the end of each and every chain. A dire sized White wolf..... Kota eyes widened and he prepared just in time for the synchronized howl of the wolves to mark their oncoming assault.

The sand finished its course and the Forest was covered now in a black desert.. Kota held his hand in a ball form and though his aura began to glow he knew just how much power it would take to perform this move.. the Hand symbols he began to make and the focus power... "Pharoah's Desert Asylum!!" he growled out int he coldest tone.. The sand started to harden forming more and more into the Very enclosed dome.. Spinning forms started to form around it picking points where the spikes pointed down towards the giant dome, but the true danger was inside. For inside of its deem desolate crevices only a place the size of a body remained with consistent falling amounts of the razor sharp sand. that inclosed Kayis.. Kota lifted his hand high into the air and began to focus his strength into closing the mass as more and more layers formed and orbited around the prison.. it continued to grow.. until there were a total of 100 orbiting walls that circled and floated around the perfectly formed sphere. His hand just about clenched and the words came out in a serpents hiss. "Burial..."

It happened in only split seconds.. The Orbiting walls stopped in place covering nearly every possible angle and then they all snapped into place like a perfectly weaved puzzle of a magicians sword box.. there was no escape to be found.. Kota's fist was clinched before him a smirk upon his face as he opened it just slightly to allow the blood to drain out the bottom over the forest and mark the mans demise, by his own Fathers technique. However.. only a tiny bit of blood fell out, as well as a limp Kayis that tumbled to the ground however still perfectly in pieces... "Damn you...." Kota growled gritting his teeth as his eyes started to fill with black... He hissed and then like a shooting star he shot toward where his Father would have landed. he was determined that this was going to be the end, but how had Kayis not been eviscerated in the prison... It didn't matter he would hold him in their for a whole day if he had to force him to suffocate all the while stabbing him with the spike walls.. he would kill Kayis.. that was his promise.

His eyes had narrowed by that point and he was intent on watching his fathers movements. he didn't even have to answer Kota knew the rules, of White on Black.. he knew it all too well as he had already been hunted by two of His fathers flunkies, and fought each of them multiple times. twice having come close to death or lost people due to them. They were just as ruthless as his father.. but that would change today. Kota would make sure it changed.. The slight click of his blade echoed as he pulled it slightly out of its Sheathe and then with a loud war cry he withdrew the weapon and sent a gigantic torrent of  Black crescent like energy to clash against its white polar opposite. The collision was powerful and in instants the trees around them for a few yards were disintegrated...

The smoke cleared and each of their weapons clashed in perfect succession.. His Black Blades katana pressed against the straight metal of his fathers weapons and their faces were only inches apart. The two recoiled and then the blades met again, the tremor of powerful clash of steel on steel ringing through out the forest.. Sweat beaded already on each of their foreheads as they trembled to keep the other at bay for just a few seconds at a time before they clashed again.. Each movement a new terrain came about and when they would clash Kota aimed a arial kick coming around to cross his father across the jaw and send him flying and crashing through each and every tree in his path. A line of dust came from the forest marking Kayis path.. and Kota didn't stop their.. Just as Kayis found enough strength to get up from the ground. Kotas Left fist came up a monkey type of form of Kung Fu sending Kayis into the air from impact at his lower jaw. Kota of course followed Up Phantom stepping upward at an unreal rate as he aimed to slash Kayis in two mid air.

The smirk never once left his face but the burning sensation running through his shoulders down each of his arms had become much more noticeable int he time he allowed Kayis to speak to him. Honestly he couldn't believe Kayis had the balls to even think to do something like this, to try and demand his sympathy to try and turn himself into the victim of his hateful children... "So selfless aren't we Father.." He hissed  his eyes beginning to glow.. He hated him, he hated him with every fiber of his body. he hated him for abandoning Ivorie, for causing his mothers death, for abandoning him.. and then.. for the way he had haunted himself into Charms life as well.. "A chance? You want a chance?" he demanded growling as the black smokey like aura started to form around him " you think that if I beat you I will be satisfied, having your blood pained on the trees and dyeing this forest in crimson, you honestly think thats what I want to do with you..? " Kota started to laugh as his aura got bigger and bigger and his symbol started to move.. It moved from his left arm and his back until only his Right arm was covered entirely in the shadow like mist of and black form that was his shadow mark.. Chains with different pieces of skulls and flesh..showing just slightly through the markings on his arm.. It fed over his chest but could only be seen slightly in the slit of his chest.. " No Father you misunderstand completely.. I want to kill you... not beat you.. Im going to make you suffer... that is what I want..' he emphasized the "I" and pointed to himself as well. A low growl parting his lips as he prepared and rest his hand on the hilt of his Hand craft weapon.

He never would have hoped for such a simple tactic to kill the man, not even close, he didn't care to kill him yet actually. Kota wanted to face this bastard, face him eye to eye nose to nose... face to face..  The shadows caressed his being and only when he saw the man tumble to the forest floor did he emerge from the darkness. Tendrils of shadow pulled at his hair hair and tug it into a wild mess just for him to emerge. Kota in his own deep black Kimono with Golden trim.. He looked almost polar opposite of Kayis attire in color arrangement. White hair fell over both of his eyes like a curtain, both cerulean blue violet orbs shimmering just beyond the white mess. A strong chin and his perfectly sculpted and formed body now transformed into that of a near adult.. His hip held the place for his own katana and his neck a white scarf that hung around his neck as he stared the man in the eyes and smirked. " Hello Father..."

Her sleep was static and dreamless, tiptoeing shakily between over exhaustion and mania. It was a delicate rest, just enough on a mental break to be called as such; just enough to keep her from succumbing to the demon or to her own lack of energy. Nevertheless it took nothing more than a distant spark of sound to wake the restless Angel. She came to with a start, eyes swimming blindly in the pale blue morning light. A low growl pierced the silence as she swung her face to regard the weight against her shoulder, but it's ferocity quickly died as Sayor's sleeping face came into view. For a moment she simply watched him, stunned into a disbelieving awe at the peacefulness in his face. Such a rare sight was hardly something she wanted to waste, but before she could settle down against him again, there came another burst of energy similar to the one that had woken her. "Kayis... And Kota?" The two distinct signatures were very close and gaining steam, making their soon-to -be arrival very apparent.

"****!" she exclaimed with a harsh growl, all the while shoving herself to her feet. "Sayor, wake up." Angel bent to shake his shoulder gently, eyes scanning the boundary of the trees expectantly. When the very human-like demon opened his sleepy eyes and groaned softly into the morning, she moved over to where Charm was sleeping; stuck in a blissful sleep and painfully unaware of the danger. Angel scooped her up gently and moved back to Sayor, now standing alert despite his prior sleepiness. "They caught up to us already, dammit..." She struggled to make her groggy mind work, cursing herself all the while for falling asleep in the first place. A short moment passed as she listened for an advance. And then, the smallest spark hit her. Wide and slightly panic-filled eyes turned to the man at her side, but her voice remained calm and steady, defying the fear on her face. "Sayor, I need you to think of something. A living thing in a safe place. Think of it as clearly as you can for me." Her hand was already reaching to rest against his cheek as she gave the command, trembling just slightly against his skin with anxious anxiety.

The black roots had formed a base in the soles of her feet and were stemming slowly through her veins, marking clear paths of darkness through her otherwise stark-white skin. They were tracing a path, slowly, up to her chest; and she was aware that if she was caught still in the sky by the time those markings reached her heart, the last thing they would have to worry about would be the onslaught of demons coming at them from all sides and the very real, very familiar pressure of two energy signatures that somehow were already on their trail. Sayor had never seen this form of hers, because it was one of her most guarded secrets. Only when she had exerted most of her energy and still faced affliction did it come out of her, and bombarded by the lustful and demonic energies that were following them through the sky, she could hardly resist her demon form much longer. By this time she had fallen silent, sticking close to Sayor's flank and assuring his questions with a low, feral groan.

Her mind was swirling endlessly around the gross and disgruntled screams filling the skies. They were beautiful- joining together like a tragic chorus and singing into her blackened, bloody veins. She wanted to drink in the energy that burst from their destroyed bodies; absorb the death and put form to it. But Angel was still fully aware of the little flower on her back, and the graceful man shooting through the sky just in front of her. Silently she sent a thank you to her Shade for encouraging her to feed earlier that night. If she hadn't, who knows how far into the change she would be? The darkness had climbed into her thighs by the time Sayor slowed down again. "Here is fine. But we have to hurry." She didn't explain anymore; merely jumped down into the branch Sayor landed in, and sprung to the ground before a breath could be taken. Angel landed in a crouch and unfurled her wings carefully, releasing Charm for only a moment before she scooped her up into her arms and walked with her to the small clearing Sayor had discovered.

As quickly as she could manage Angel located a small crook of trees and settled Charm into them, a little regretfully, and stepped away from the delicate little girl who was still asleep. "If I continue to hold her," she told herself between shallow breaths, speaking to herself, imprinting the thought into her muscles which had begun to shiver "I may harm her. I cannot harm her. She is only to be protected. She is innocent. I will not taint that innocence." Although she had been speaking to herself the words came out in a strangled murmur, and she could hardly bother herself to see if Sayor had heard. Instead, as he fell back onto his butt and settled in next to his little princess, Angel started toward the edge of the barrier he had created, unable to steal a glance at his eyes. The blackened vines had frayed and branched out around her hips now, stark trails cutting through her white skin, and she was sure he could see the changes claiming her. But still she couldn't think to speak to him or say anything. All she could do was slide down against a tree and curl into the smallest and most compact ball imaginable. And with her face tucked into the confines of her legs, she began to pray, to sing an incantation that would dispel the darkness away.

No longer had she begun to speak that the shadows swirling inside of her began to screech in protest. They filled the small encirclement just as the demon hoard filled the sky, with a chorus of screams; the voice of one thousand damned souls being cast away from their creator. They fell away from her, the collection of shadows that had been drawn to her from other demons, as if she were shedding a second layer of skin. And when the shadows were dispelled they hung around her in a dark cloud, writhing and pleading to join her body and her own Shade again. Her shade was all that stood as a barrier between her and the shadows of The Other, yet still he clung to her body and hissed protectively at the cloud, a threat. When her prayers fell silent the collection of shadows screeched a final time before exploding into the night, cast away in all directions. But rather than disappearing, the shadows latched onto the invisible dome of energy Sayor had created around them; enforcing the field and strengthening the barricade between them and the outside world far more than she could have managed had Angel not been lulled to some extent into her demon form.

For a time she merely hovered between consciousness and nightmares, her very small, very pale frame shuddering and shaking. "Thank god," she murmured over and over again, "thank god that I fed... thank god I didn't change..." How could she face Sayor like this? He probably didn't even understand the extent to which the demons had effected her. She had never explained to anyone what happened in situations like this; never confided in anyone to keep her secret or keep her from performing the inevitable sin of a fallen angel. How could she? It disgusted her that she could fall so easily to the darkness, it showed her weakness. It left her flaws open for anyone near her to see, and up until that night she hadn't allowed another to see her like this. But she wouldn't allow herself to fly away when Charm was safe- she wouldn't allow herself to run away from the very real, very human male sitting somewhere not too far away, most likely wondering what had happened to her. Angel would regret it in the morning, but for now she merely curled up in a huddled and pitiful mass at the base of the tree, murmuring over and over again the simple prayer that meant nothing to her, until it changed into something that did. "Thank god, thank god... thank my god, my shade..."