Speaking to Pachua of Demons

[11:04] Revan Task asks, "What is on your mind, blessed child?"
[11:09] Entering the church, the rustling of his feathers were enough to start the gist of the winds to encourage the very flames of the room to grow stronger and brighter. Warming up the place and feeling the maximum amount of comfort, Pachua would take a seat on the ground then look up to the Red Priest after.

"My name is Pachua, and I am a follower of the Fireblooded; I have read the Sagas of Thorgil and read our tenets."

"Upon reviewing the tenets in the scroll -- I caught on to something that caught my attention and needed all the most help of those that came before me."

His hand moved over towards his back, grasping on to the scroll and revealing it towards the Red Priest. As it rolled down over, it exposed something that was rather related to the entire idea of the Fireblooded and labled in a crimson red of flames.

"It's said here that the Dark Lord of Helheim was an avatar of destruction that wanted nothing more than to slay the greatest dragon of all - Ryujin."

"If Witches are the ones who brought the demons here..." he paused for a second to wrap the scroll up. "Wouldn't they be a product of the Dark Lord, and by extension, my enemy?"
(Pachua)
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[11:29] Leaping down from the roof, the Horned Priest would push open the heavy wooden doors are they entered the church, warmth wafting past them as they walked inside. Approaching the stairs, Revan would stop and turn, his hands held in the opposite robe sleeve as he listened to the youth speak his concerns.

"Pachua.. I recall you speaking with my Fiancée and Raeliana, it is good to hear of your dedication an study."

A bow of them helmet would be given as he bowed his head. It felt like proper introductions haven't been given, so the priest would oblige. Mostly so that Pachua didn't have to keep calling him priest.

"I am Revan Task, eldest son of Dun Task, newest head of the Fireblooded, and I am a Founder of The Dragon's Tooth.. Or.. What is left of it."

Listening to the drakanite speak, they would present a scroll to the man. Leaning forward and squinting his golden hues, he would read the parchment a nod given as it seemed Pachua was onto something.

"That is correct.. When the father Dragon, Ryujin, breathed life into this world with his fire, it was the one who ruled Helheim that declared him as his greatest quarry.. However, I was much like you.. Confused as to why Theria would side with the followers of The Dark Lord.. I heard of their plans, what they wish to do.. And I thought that my Father would have some plan for it."

There would be a click of his tongue behind his teeth, clearly that was not the case. However, Revan was the head of the church now, and it was up to him to lead the Fireblooded as honorably and valiantly as he could.

"My father taught me that Ryujin was the grand designer of the world we live in, and though it may seem chaotic at times.. It is all part of his grand design to promote growth. One can not attain new heights without sacrifice, pain, and suffering. It is through these tribulations we can learn, recover, and become so much more."

To be like a Dragon was ultimately their goal, to take as they pleased, and to keep what they were strong enough to defend. To act with wisdom, but also in their best interest.

"The Dark Lord has claimed Ryujin as his quarry.. But what does the Father Dragon do but slumber in the highest rungs of the Spirit Realm? Demons are in Theria, and even Garljing bats an eye.. Why is this? My.. Father has his own theories.. However.. I will give you mine instead.. It's because they do not fear them. Either because the Demons are not worth their time- or they believe that we will put them down before they get out of hand."

Out of hand? What was the fireblooded suggesting? His monotone voice that would boom out from his chest would continue to preach as he continued.

"Are they our enemies? Not for now.. Our true enemy is stagnation. The Nyseans harbor dragonslayers and do nothing for this world's progression.. They are our true enemy, Myllenoris has intervened however, so we target them first with the Demons as allies.. However.. Once we purge the rot, we can begin regrowing.. And we will ensure the children of the Dark one will never get their wish- not so long as the Fireblooded remain in Theria."
(Revan Task)
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[11:44] As much as Pachua wanted to believe that Ryujin only wanted to design this as a way of a test and growth, the Drakanite felt that this was different, that there was something wrong with all of this. Listening to the theories by the priest, Pachua could only let his ideas linger before letting his fingers prod the ground.

"If such is the case, then I can understand why Garljing hasn't came to destroy the world asunder. I can understand why they are wanted at the moment, but I came to a simple conclusion that they are needed."

His finger transmuted into that of a claw, now, only pressing into the ground and leaving his mark upon saying those words.

"They are from the dark, as you said. The bigger their numbers, the more destructive that they become. That is the truth of the entire situation that involves them."

"Even if Ryujin and Garljing sees them as something that can be easily rid of with enough effort and patience, I would rather they were gone faster so that my worries can be put to rest. It disgusts me that we would ally with anyone -- but even worse that we did such with the real enemy."

The tenets ask those of the Fireblooded made it very simply when it came to battle, and he attributed that to war as well. Never to outnumber the enemy and to fight without fear or show that they were a coward.

Even if it was a war, that was how Pachua would run things. One on one -- settlement upon settlement.
(Pachua)
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[11:57] "A Demon's purpose is an obstacle, nothing more, nothing less."

There seemed to be quite the divide amongst the Fireblooded, where there were some who were staunchly against any allying of demons, like his fiancée and Thryne. There would still be those much like Pachua who were reluctantly willing.

"They are meant for us to rise above, they are the ultimate challenge put before us to overcome.. If I were you, I would take full advantage of this opportunity- we have demons in our midst you can fight to your hearts content, and you do not have to fear for life or limb!"

Ever the grim opportunist, perhaps such a suggestion should've been expected from the one who broke their body time and time again in their pursuit for power.

"The best way to learn your enemy is to fight them.. it's one of the advantages a demon has.. Is never being able to spar against anyone but their kin- everything else is for their hunger.. However.. here, with our alliance? This is the prime time to study them, and learn their weaknesses."

The more he spoke, the more ambitious his voice would get, burning through the dull monotonous speech he gave before, it slowly became more of a rallying call to arms.

"Join our templars now, train, let us stoke your flame to new heights, and when the time comes, you can join us in the greatest hunt." Arms would be spread open wide, bandaged palms held outwards to the winged one, wondering what they would think of the offer.
(Revan Task)
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[12:03] Such an idea was astounding for Pachua never really considered ever practicing with the demons that be. In his heart, he knew to always avoid them in the end and allow them to simply die off in the war themselves. However, this could have been the little shift that he needed.

"An obstacle... that makes a lot of sense when you put it in such a way."

"I would have never, ever brought myself to fight those demons with restraint. I always found myself with the Desire to fight them to the death and leave them breathless, but..."

A single pinky went towards his canine teeth, letting the larger ones just poke out slightly at the idea of such a thing. Though, when the idea to join the templars came, he nodded.

The hunt was in the future; it was soon that the remnants of the demons would be more than enough to let the entirety of Theria get rid of them once and for all.

"I was always the one to read the books, to fight with the honour of Garljing and Ryujin in honourable battle, never to stray away from the notion that if I fight without fear, I will be granted passage to Vanaheim."

"I know that in the very end, I will be able to do such a thing. However... with this alliance, if we take out most of their lieutenants and their stronger people, it leaves us with a good chance, right?"

A lingering, horrible smile that only had the worst of intentions for the demons that have overstayed their welcome; it was almost the time to eradicate them once and for all in the name of the Red Titan and Forefather.

"I'm in, but the most optimal end is the King of Nysea, The Commander of Osrona, Myllenoris' Lord and a majority of their demons die. I do hope our Warlords survive, though."
(Pachua)
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[12:12] A wide grin of his own would spread across his face beneath The Helm of The First Flame, Pachua understood, but he understood much more than Revan had initially thought. Watching as the drakanite would come around to the idea of training with them, the priest would add one more lesson for him to take.

"Anyone and anything can teach or train you something.. It is up for you to have the eyes and ears to find it, however. Regardless of magic, knowledge, or experience, you can learn from anyone."

Knowledge was everywhere, almost written across every surface around them, you just needed to know how to read the raw information and process it. Revan had adapted many techniques and styles from a variety of magi, even though he used very little magic himself.

Another approving nod as Pachua stated how he honored the dragons, and how he wished to march past the gates of Vanaheim, a truly valiant ambition that the Task shared. Though as he speaks of having the edge over the Demons, and the enemies of Theria suffering dearly, he couldn't help but chuckle.

"We are strong, and clever.. We will do just fine.. Now, I must begin preparing for War.. Take care, Pachua, and I will see you on the other side."

Walking past, Revan would place a warm, comforting hand on his shoulder, nodding, before leaving the teen.
(Revan Task)
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[12:17] If there was anything that he could say in response to the words that were said, then maybe he would've added something into the conclusion of the meeting. However, there was only truth in the words of the Task that spoke with valiant words.

When the hand met with the shoulder of the Drakanite, his wings rustled ever so diligently as if to fan the flames of the room once again with them. If there was any sort of spectacular appeal to the Drakanites, it was their wings that showed their growth.

If anything, it was an honor and a privledge to do such a thing; even more when they purposely did such in a room of fire.

"I will see you on both the battlefield, and on the other side, Red Priest."

Upon them leaving, Pachua would decide to stay in the church only for a little while longer to just bask in the information that he has received. His duties were now set in stone, and his heart was set on to the right place.

"For the Red Titan, I will fight in his name. For the Forefather, I will destroy all those that linger in darkness and wish to strike at what is so precious to us."

It was that simple.
(Pachua)