Further Sadism

Sighed as he walked around Loranthis again, he knew nothing really happen here, he thinks to himself maybe he should find ..like a friend..or something before he shakes his head at the thought, he walked into the park area and spotted ..a guy magic user dressed in purple he supposed, He remembered Him because he was doing some..weird stuff to the guy when he first woke up..and he has been hanging around the town of Loranthis.


He curiously walked to the seat infront of him and sat down on the seat as he is directly across from Gorandis he decided to atleast try and have a conversation with him...after all a stranger is just a friend that you haven't met yet, atleast he hoped that is how it goes.

He eyed the ..weapon? on Gorandis's back before he nodded at Gorandis and decided to comment on the weapon as the first way to approach him. " That is a nice..staff you got there, I seen you around ..and i am slightly curious about you to be honest. " He moved a string of white hair to the side with his right hand, he internally think if perhaps approaching the dangerous looking magic user wasn't the best idea, but he had worst he suppose.
(Killia)

Gorandis was in a slightly better mood. People had been re-educated today. Even if their initial transgression has caused him to be rather... unpleasant, Gorandis was still enjoying the afterglow of a job well done. He was sat in Loranthis' park, the place was usually empty and it would have given him the best chance to think upon some things.

The first of which was what to do to gather the rest of the stones... But, his thought train was interrupted and his stopped his thumb mid stroke across the black surface of the abyssal crystal. His gaze shifted up from under his hood to look the young man in the eyes. Someone had approached him, interrupted him... At least this one had the sense to show some respect.

Leading with a compliment usually put people in his good books. But still... "Why must you be so inquisitive? Curiosity killed the cat after all... I am not the kind of person you should be interested in pursuing..." His eyes narrowed and he shifted his weight on the chair, slightly uncomfortable with the new presence. "Let's start with you."

"What's your name, boy and why are you disturbing me?"
(Gorandis)

Slightly fidgeted in his seat as he felt uneased but he shrugs it off like nothing as he doesn't really think he should be uneased at the moment as he is just having a friendly conversation. His eyes slightly narrowed in curiousity as he said He is not the kind of person you should be interested in and that really makes him questioned that question really, but as Gorandis wanted to start with him well he will indulged for the moment.

"Well...i don't really give my name out so easily but it is Killia, sir and as for disturbing you well, i am sorry if i am disturbing you, i was just interested because well when i last saw you 'play' with the boy infront of the castle i just couldn't understand what was happening but i ..well felt something big was happening, i can't really describe it but it felt dangerous. You was doing something to the boy obviously. " Killia really tried to recall the memory but he seems to have memory problems.


Now it is his turn he thinks to himself as he spoke. " You said you were not the kind of person anyone should be interested ..in pursuing? well i do not know about you but you scream dangerous and to me that is interesting, as no one i have encountered gave me that feeling yet. " He answered honestly as he stared at the shadow of the purple hood.
(Killia)

Gorandis' hands stopped roaming over the crystal and became dead still. Slowly, he placed the black crystal on the table with a heavy thunk. The inside seemed to almost imperceptibly glow a deep purple, thrumming to some unknown rhythm. "This is all that is left of that 'boy'. He is now mine." His hand roamed over the crystal and it began to glow a little brighter and faintly... just barely there was the sound of distant screaming.

"The man made a bargain with me, my help for his spirit once he died. He did not get my help and soon after he perished. But he had already signed the contract and so now everything he ever was is now mine." The onyx gem was grasped and placed deep within a pocket beneath his robes. If Killia was paying attention he would have noticed a brief flash of purple crystal.

"I did not notice you when I contracted the man. you wouldn't happen to have been spying on me would you? That is very much something that I cannot possibly forgive you for. So unless you want to end up like Noctis... that fool of a man, then you had best start your apologies Killia." His hand came to rest on the table where it began to flash a deep crimson.

Arcs of red lightning arcing out to strike haphazardly. Not dangerously... yet.
(Gorandis)

Nodded in understanding, he really paid attention to the crystal and honestly this type of magic intrigued him, if it was even magic he suppose taking ones spirit well that sounds pretty dangerous, of course he notice the glowing of the gem and he figured it must be the spirit wanting out.

He stopped thinking however as he talked about how he didn't notice him and such, he silently noded as he also agreed that he would probably want a apology also. " Yeah, sorry i was at the park and the sound of talking intrigued me and i peeked out of the trees and listened." He sighed a little. " I thought it would of been something about me at first but it wasn't and i just gotten to curious to stop, so i offered my deepest apologises."

He offered the man a bow with his upper torso, even when the lighting started sparking around the man. well he knew it was probably a threat basically saying if he doesn't apologies well bye bye.
(Killia)

His fingers drummed on the table but the lightning subsided, snaking back away beneath his palm. "Don't ever do that again, Killia." His fingers continued to drum before they abruptly stopped, he extended his index finger and a bolt of the crimson lightning sparked out, striking Killia square on the right shoulder. A hit designed to inflict the most pain as possible.

"And if i ever do catch you spying on me once more then you will not even be worth adding to my collection. You will be turned to nothing more than ash on the cobbles to be scattered by the wind, do I make myself clear?" His finger still glowed warmly as he lowered it to continue his drumming on the wooden surface, apparently satisfied by his outburst.

"Now then, Killia, why don't you tell me everything else you have overheard. Tell me about other conversations you've had. The things you've learned. Tell me them all, quickly. If you are interesting enough then I may reward you with some fine information of my own. Do poorly and I will show you what else I can do with my great power."
(Gorandis)

Flinches in pain, he gritts his teeth as he internally screams through his clenched mouth you can hear him saying fuck, his left hand clenching his right shoulder in pain, his blue eyes are scrunched up in pain, he could barely hear or paid attention to Gorandis as the pain was god like to Killia, it felt like he would pass out any second.

Killia catches word like tell everything, other conversation, things you learned, all the important ones basically, lucky for him. " GRRGH..okay..but..that really ..wasn't that necessory, I learn..that this place is Loranthis ..weapons and magic users are popolur everywhere, i eh ..talked with a weird blackish cat and a Yokai, Witness Noctis head exploding and such cause of the ..Queen." He tries to remember what else he experience and he couldn't really think of anything.

" I eh purchased a blade..more for practice when i can, just basics for self defence, Oh and I was sorta told by someone that i should join Loranthis army, i..think that is it.." He muttered the last part to himself as he really remembered how he has such a small memory, his hand still clenching the burnt shoulder, the pain is not going away but he is getting used to it which he hurts as it still fucking stings him.
(Killia)

"Nothing interesting then?" The talk about Nahele was filed away along with Noctis' final words. He would have to properly confront her later on about all of this... "I don't care about you or what you are doing. You think I want to know that you bought a sword? You are uninteresting and unwanted. The only possible thing I care about is what you have picked up from others."

He held his hand up and the air began to shift and thicken. Moisture began to drip down from a cloying shape in the air as a wet object flopped down onto the table heavily. Before it could even be looked at it began to shift. It's small body standing up and four dog-like legs. It lacked a tail but more than made up for it with the size of its maw.

It's jaw covered its entire head. Rows upon rows of misshapen dotted eyes blinked rapidly and rolled around, all completely independent from another. The creature Meandered about for a few seconds before yelping gutturally as Gorandis held his hand over it. The monstrous creature turned it's body to face Killia where it began to growl at him.

"This is a demon. It is not very nice. And it very much wishes to eat you. I told you I would show you what I could do with my powers. So why don't you deal with this, then?"
(Gorandis)

Eyes slightly narrowed at the enemy and then at the summoner before he sighed in slight anger, " I really cannot fight Anything...i am ..too weak." Inside he is freaking out at such a foe, the appearance doesn't really frighten him, weird yes but the power of the enemy is what he is frighten of.

" I honestly don't have anything interesting to tell you, i only woke up yestarday with no memories so really, i am clueless on what is interesting to you." He answered Honestly. His legs at the moment felt like they are too heavy to move as he kept staring at the So called demon.

He wondered if this is actually how he is gonna end, he has his sword but he doesn't think he can get it in time, his eyes shone with with unusual courage at the moment as he spoke once again in determination. " I can't really beat it even if i try i know i am out matched. " This wasn't like him, he wondered why he is feeling like he can take it out. " But i will damn well try..." He really wanna not say such things but its like he just feels so ...vigor with determination and courage.
(Killia)

"If you don't have anything interesting then I will leave you to my pet. It only seems rotting really. If you can defend yourself then good, you get to live yet another day. Lose and, well, you'll enjoy having your throat torn out in your last moments. Just a poor end I must say..." He sat back and waved his arm, letting his dog off of its leash.

The creature snarled before leaping off the table and beginning to circle. It was only a small thing, barely bigger than a pug. But it certainly seemed ferocious enough with all of its teeth bared and with its maw dripping a viscous green ooze. The stench of rot filled the air as the sound of angry, wet snarls rang out from the small creature.

"He's waiting for you to make the first move. Go ahead, whenever you are ready. All you need do is beat the thing. A simple task for anyone who deems themselves as a member of any army as is what you said, yes? You wished to join the army? Then prove yourself. Show that you are capable of joining up and defending yourself."
(Gorandis)

Slowly gets his back pack out and dropped it on the table, grabbing the purchased blade out, all the while looking at the Demon. he spoked without even glancing at Gorandis. " I did not say i wanted to join the army, just that i was possibly thinking about it as it is the only course of action i can take." He doesn't take a stance and just ran to the Demon with courage as he gripped his blade.
(Killia)

Sighed as he gripped his sword, his heart is pounding against his chest in panic yet it was also filled with courage as he and the demon circled each other, He won't focus on anything but the fight and the 'dog' as he will call it during the fight, he wondered why his heart was fillled with courage but he shooked his head, his white locks moving as he does the action.

His hands were slightly sweatingn as if he was hot and as the creature growled and then pounces at him, he suddenly felt like his body was burning and he now wielded his sword in his own right hand as his left hand felt like it was on fire, he suddenly remembered the dog which is now upon him , the dog was slashing him, ripping into him, the blood was running but suddenly the body of Killia burst in flames before revealing a slight aura of fire and the dog jumped off of him in alarm and cautious as it examines the new Killia, The bleeding wounds slowly healed itself slowly, his jacket now in tatters as he stood there, the blade he wielded in his right hand was slightly glowing before looking normal.

It was almost like a switch...He remembered...fire ...fire magic, he grin in confidance, as he looked at the wary dog, he throws a fire ball at the dog and at the same time dashes toward the dog with his sword heaving to swing, but apparantly the fire ball did nothing as the dog leaps at him again and the fire was just blocked by the tough skin of the demon, He was slightly suprised but he slashes the dog either way and the sword did nothing but scratched it, it was at this moment he knew the magic will have to beat the Demon.

He quickly rolled away but not before the demon scratches his back making him scream out in pain but he stilled turned around and his left arm swiped across the air throwing a wave of flames at the dog demon, it burnt the demon slighty but it continue to run to him and in panic and pain, Killia open and closes his hand as if it will stop him and suprisingly his enemies body was heating up somehow and it looked like it confused the demon.

Killia finds that his shirt and jacket was now ruin and he curses to himself as he realised he had nothing to wear on his torso now, he gotten up and decided to face the demon, he knew he won't make it and he is..totally not okay with that as he looked angry, the flames was still shrouded him and he dashes toward the demon and does a quic successive slashes but it does no damage but before he could even move back then dog already slashes across his face, he flew back at the force and crashes against a tree, he noticed how only some of the area of the park had flames but it was slowly going out.

Killia's vision was fading..filling blackness, he can feel the pain fading, his magic or something is healing his bleeding wounds but he can still feel the pain on his face, he hoped it will heal as he blacks out the only thing he last saw was the demon vanishing, then all he saw...was darkness.
(Killia)

The fight was entirely one sided as expected. Gorandis hadn't assumed much from the man. He seemed very much your average plucky boy without an ounce of talent, he looked as though he could barely even hold a sword... Gorandis sat back as he enjoyed the show like a gladiatorial arena match. Man against beast, a battle of survival for both.

But what did surprise him was the use of magic... The boy was a magi, interesting, this he had not expected. He very much seemed to just be your run of the mill human. But to wield flames... He didn't wield them well and the demon didn't seem to notice them either. And long gouges were ripped from the flesh of both of them with Killia seeming to take the worst of it.

If the boy was a magi then... Gorandis sighed, he didn't wish to waste any possible materials. Even if this one looked as though it would take a long time to get going. He clenched his hand and the creature stopped mid leap, the crimson chains sparking as it was held back. With a wave of his hand the demon was banished back to the spirit realm.

The boy would live, scarred, bleeding and in great pain, but he would live. Begrudgingly, Gorandis strode over, staring at his recumbent form. The words were likely lost on the unconscious magi but he spoke them anyway, intent on getting his meaning across. "Try not to die, boy. you have some potential. Potential I could use..."

"Be careful in this city." He finished rather softly before walking off, leaving the boy to possibly bleed out in the grass. But Gorandis was not the helping type.
(Gorandis)