The Consequences of His Actions

Her eyes perk open fully, shooting in the Eastern direction where Aldrah was 'fleeing.' The young woman gears herself with, cloak hiding arms, Mana rifle on back, and blue mana guiding itself upward while celestial manas descend upon her person, adorning her airs with fine, twinkling starlight.

Her chin is tilted upward with a confident demeanor as she approaches, wielding her weapon in arms then as she steps before the Elder Necromancer.

"Aldrah Leverd," she begins, allowing an ominous pause of silence to protrude. Brows furrow while her emerald eyes stare, glaring at him.

It's the emotional tie of negativity that begins undulating the airs where tendrils peak out of pure hate imperfectly. Her breaths become heavier on every passing second that replays behind vexed eyes are envisioned.

Envisioned of Lirien and her time in the caves so long ago with Lailah. The planting of flowers that bloomed, yet were removed quicker than it took them to grow. The skeletons and zombies that struck her before in the past; Aldrah was another asset. Another man that followed because who pushed her down this path.

"I once considered you a friend," she states eventually, tunnel visioning on his person. "But the more I find myself 'reminiscing' on what's gone on in my past.." She huffs out a fake laugh, "I can't help but feel more and more hate. More anger towards you for killing her."

Another pause, her arms start to shake somewhat; adrenaline passes through her, elevating the increased sensation. Her will is driven to attack, formed through intangibly created claws that extend.

"Even if, in your eyes, she was a traitor. It was you who ended the life of someone I saw as a sister to me, but what have you done since?"

Another pause-

"Nothing!" She screams out at him aggressively, all tendrils protruding from around her airs aim at him sinisterly. "You're useless. You're nothing. And I'm challenging you to an Honor Duel!"
(Hecate Ultovex)

The old man had just left his house, after he put some things on sale at his shop, and was going back to the center, when suddenly he was stopped by Hecate.

Silver eyes, almost lifeless, fell on Hecate, while her words was directed to the necromancer.

"Hecate." He spoke.

A frozen aura enveloped the necromancer, undeads were behind their master, wepons already wielded, as always.

He kept silent as the girl began to speak, seeing the expressions and the way the girl spoke, with hatred. He had forgotten the feeling, but now he was being revived gradually.

Once again, Lirien's business had resumed, did not people get tired of talking about it? Always the same subject. Always looking for reasons to annoy the old man. By some bullshit, a futility that had already been take care of.

In a calm and cold tone he said, "Hecate.. Child, I have never been your friend and would never be. If you saw Lirien as your sister, it is none of my business." He said and shrug, "Failures must be fixed and Lirien was just one more of my mistakes." He yawned at last.

The aggressive form that the girl adjusted acting before the necromancer did not annoy him, on the contrary, made him extremely entertained by the whole situation.

"My daughter's situation has been taken care of, there's nothing left to talk about, not anymore, you're late.

If you want to challenge me to a duel, find a suitable motive and not something stupid." He waved, as if he was sending the young woman away.
(Aldrah Leverd)

He speaks, and with every word, Lailah's intuitive feelings are inched towards attacking him relentlessly, subconsciously where she once never thought she'd have it in her for this.

His dismissive wave is acknowledged with a crack in the grounds behind him where the earth's gravel splits in two violently without a second thought from her as a means to express that negativity being given off.

They craved bloodshed. They craved betrayal. Of who exactly? Aldrah of Dusk; in silence, her actions speak loudly, but eventually does she muster up to reel back with a dragged step.

Sors told her not to attack if he declined, and Aldrah wanted a reason for her to attack. However, despite the words of the 'father' figure, disregarding his own excuses, those claws lunge towards him, failing to grip at Aldrah's body while they remain close around him to swivel threateningly.

"Failures must be fixed?! She was no failure as you are! YOU are a mistake yourself! If it's the fault of the daughter, then let's look to the FATHER for answers, yeah?!

My motive comes not from a best friend's demise, but to get rid of what's caused.. unnecessary upheaval! You are worthless."

She pauses, issuing more starlight from above to gather around her person.

"You are nothing but useless to us. You bring nothing of change to Dusk!" She was blinded by rage. She was locating anything of an excuse to take him down for the sake of catharsis, if it might grant her anything for it, or to cause turbulence herself for the hell of it! Whatever it may be, she was adamant to pursue him!

"Those are my suitable motivations. Accept my Duel, you fucking coward."
(Hecate Ultovex)

After Aldrah's attempt to send the girl away, to stop her from bothering the old man.. Failing... He would have to make a decision now.

More and more undeads appeared, circling their master. Aldrah's icy aura began to expand in a threatening manner, starting to freeze the skin of those nearest to him.

An abnormal pressure began to show on the spot, pulling everyone presente, down.

"How young people can be so annoying.. They do not see the futilities of their acts, the nonsense that they get because of their feelings.

You talk about me as if you know me, like you know everything I've done, everything I've been through. Are you a girl who sees herself as kind? An good person? A savior? Will killing me make you feel better?" He smirked at her.

His presence began to become more sinister, as he spoke, a presence of death was emanating from the man.

Nearby plants began to have their lives drained by the necromancer, as more and more undeads approached, some coming out of the house.

"Okay, I accept your challenge, girl, if it will make you feel so better, let's do it. But believe me, it will not.

You'll just feel more empty." His last words before he started to head to the arena.
(Aldrah Leverd)

Lailah's ambiance opposes his own. Where undead skin is froze on a whim, she brims with an abundance of radiant cosmic energy and a minor fiery aura to extinguish his own vile magics and keep her body temperature at a normal.

But even then, the destructive nature of her possessed abilities comes to light with flames igniting tangibly now around her person where the heat emits from.

Again, his words are responded to with her own flare of power polar to his;

"I don't give a damn how empty I'll feel, as long as the mistakes of you are erased, then I'll sleep peacefully knowing she's looking down on us with a smile!"

Her own deranged grin curves. The power was nothing the young woman ever sought before and truthfully even she despised herself when relishing in its hateful and aggressive nature. This was never anything the young woman wanted for herself-

"-And I don't have to know you, or anyone and what they've been through to understand how I'm feeling. I don't need to see myself as some savior- No. I'm-"

She pauses briefly, exuding more mana in her surroundings to bring forth a trio of spiritual warriors at the ready for opposing his Undead army.

"-I'm going to shower myself in turbulence."

With movements of celerity, her rifle is brought up immediately, aimed at him and charged with an incandescent white glow of runes in the barrel, ready to fire.

Lotus flowers bloom within that moment, releasing spheres of condensed spores, touched with the released mana of earlier-

Immediately, she'd engage with the 'claws of chaos' lunged from all around to get him.
(Hecate Ultovex)

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An Fight Between Aldrah and Hecate happened. Aldrah won and injuried her, temp injury.

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The time had come again for Aldrah to enter an arena, for his life, for his actions, but also for the futilities of those who hate him. But well, that was good, to people hate him, made he feel alive. Just like when he was younger.

Attacks were exchanged between Hecate and Aldrah. Ice and udeads were scattered around the arena, some standing and others fallen. They fought for their master.

Even the girl being strong, Aldrah was more. She would not be able to beat the old necromancer, and with that, Aldrah was increasingly empty. Nothing else would complete him? Maybe only death now..

"Hecate, you are a failure, that must be repaired, in the best possible way.. Death." He went to the girl, where at every step, those around could feel an aura of death, of someone ready to kill.

Using his left arm, which was a prosthesis of Mythril, Aldrah grabbed Hacate by the throat and lifted her into the air. Heturned to the audience, that was watching the fight, showing that he was the winner.

"Let me tell you all something.. Failures must be corrected and therefore I must correct Hecate, as I did with Lirien.

I always did the right thing and I will continue to do it.

She challenged me into an Honor Duel to the Death, for a foolish reason and will die for it. And it will happen to everyone who continued to bother me with nonsense! FOR THINGS THAT HAVE ALREADY BEEN RESOLVED AND THAT IS NOT OF ANYONE BUSINESS EXCEPT ME." He said in a loud and authoritative tone, almost shouting.

Then, very slowly, taking advantage of the moment, he began to tighten the neck of Hecate to suffocate her. Then he placed his right hand on the young woman's face, beginning to drain her life. Slowly the woman's life was being drained, Aldrah felt more and more alive with it.. And for Hecate only the pain remained.

He had no reason to stop, he had won his duel and learned from the past, that the best way to solve this was by killing his targets and that was what he would do to the girl. Where at no time did he feel anything.. As Always.
(Aldrah Leverd)

Explosions of fire and nature took place amongst the field where Undead and Spirits alike were struck relentlessly through the prowess of the Elishevan. Celestial energies rained down while they detriment her well-being just vaguely, almost unnoticeably. Even Elaine's ferromancy practices on her person were exhausting, and that's what aided Aldrah was the fatigued state and lack of better judgement for Lailah.

His abilities, similar to those she fought in the past, rendered her with decelerated movement. Fires fought back against ice, and tornadoes struck her person relentlessly.

No matter how hard she fought- something got in the young, minted Ultovexian's way. The tendrils of vexation struck out without remorse, clawing at his person, yet eventually they were fruitless assets that strictly weren't enough, and she was found defeated.

The coldness of the Necromancer and sensation of death closed in as her emerald eyes open when his hand grips around her throat. Her nails drag along his flesh weakly, trying to pry him away, and by now, even if the growing manipulation of the metaphysical was ever present, the claws were not. Rippling remained around her body, but she hadn't the strength anymore to fight him back, despite her actions of kicking feet and pushing hands.

She could feel the other hand on her face, draining the young woman's life. Her body was falling limp and lifeless further in every passing second, unfortunately, and her magics dispersed eventually, fading away.

But it wasn't over, was it? Just barely could she hear more commotion around while the embrace of death was being granted on her, falling the woman unconscious by this point in time, and it likely didn't finish in its commence when Declan, or Teival, was trying to step in to save her life.

Whatever was to happen now was out of her hands.
(Hecate Ultovex)

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In Dusk/Dawn, some Honor Duels may have an intervention, where Teivel/Declan intervened, a fight occurs to decide whether Hecate/Lailah would die or not. ( Why people have two names.. Why they don't chose only one!? )

Teivel ends up winning and so Hecate survives. Some other small rps occur, but nothing remarkable.

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