Fate..

Eniel would be moved through the forest scouting for any sense or presence of magic mostly from magi within the area. As he caught a glimpse of magic within the area he'd happen on a conversation between a dryad and a small child. Thinking nothing much of it at first seeing as he new more or less who the Dryad was but the boy eluded him.

Meaning he could only be a descendant of Huangzhou or Leven both of his enemies. It would've been nice if Eniel cared to preserve the innocents of children...but he didn't any who were his enemies would eventually feel Belial's freedom, They made their choices thus they will be freed whether they wanted it or not. Just like how his brother was persecuted he would persecute others just because of their relations to others.

Eniel's spear would come down, Vibrating with Hellstorm lightning, Before he moved it towards the boy Ignoring the Dryad at this point. Yet there was enough hostilities being drawn from Eniel that it was clear what his intentions were.

"Aldrah I assume you hold no reservations about taking children? " He'd wonder if Aldrah had the guts to capture a small child after all he was a father of many kids himself if he wasn't truly going to do this then he'd need to know now.

And towards everyone else in his group Eniel gave them the hand signal to hang back for now and to keep an eye on the surrounding area while he and Aldrah focus on the ones in front of them. After the orders were given Eniel would look upon the boy now, The tortured cosmic mana of Belial releasing a membrane of crimson moonlight around his body like sludge spilling over his body.

"I hate when people run from me, and I won't keep from removing your legs if I need to. Aldrah can patch them back up after all. So...Will you come willingly or not? "
(Eniel Daigal)

A blank stare was given towards Eniel, accompanied by a slow canting of her head to the side as she raises her staff and makes a little poking in Eniel's direction. "Hsss.. Doess not remember thisss one? Wasss gathering acornsss in Dawn. Planter of foressst in prairessss beneath Dawn. Why isss treating thisss one like enemy?"

She'd ask with a casual glance towards him. Looking annoyed rather than perplexed. Before letting out a gruffy little huff of sorts. "Friendssss of Tval, Friendsss of Rowan, Friendsss of Lirien. Friendsss of Samuel, Friendssss of Chronelius."

Her staff slowly lowers somewhat. Perhaps the names would mean nothing to Eniel, but either way the flower child looked rather annoyed if anything else.

"Hasss nothing to do with Warsss of City-Dwellersss, hssss. When told thisss one to come sssee if wissshes to help- isss doing awful job of recruitment."

She puffed a bit, the floral patterns of her hair bristling with aggression before she slowly twists in the air.
(Wilde)

The tree branches give a short rustle as a large man settled inside of the branches would come.

"I wouldn't suggest trying to harm a ward under my care."

His leg swings and the dragon's features come to a bright smirk all the while. Leaning forward from the tree's branches and leaves, he'd give a small hum:

"Unless you really want to test your luck, and I promise.

You don't."
(Niklaus Rowan)

Oh..

Oh no..

People were coming to take him, and that could only mean one thing. They were coming to take him back, back to the bad place; back to the place where he had just been rescued from. Those overly large eyes of his grew even wider, an expression of pure dread washing over his countenance,

"D-.. Dad!?"

Screaming out, the boy started to shuffle back, nearly tripping over a bit of fauna as he does. Small mandrakes and blooms of flowers sprouting up around the area near him. Standing as the vanguards between him, and the bad men who wanted to take him back to the orphanage of Demons.

"M-.. Mister 'Klaus??"

All he could do was hope that they were still around.
(Ilui Elisheva)

"Removing.. his legs..?"

From the depths of the newly flourishing forest comes a man draped in white with a single ivory wing coming from his back. He had been handling other matters up until this very point, but the moment he felt the presence of those from Dawn, he puts these issues to the side.

Niklaus confirms that the demiangel hadn't heard wrong.

There is a certain lingering gleam in Noel's eyes as the holy aura lightly coating his person dims, only to be replaced by sparks that match his emotional state.

Black and white, without any variance inbetween.

"So you came all the way here to kidnap a child? Is that what the Cult of Belial does? Pathetic."
(Noel Elisheva)

Aldrah was sincerely lost in his thoughts, much of the situation, just went after Enial most of the way.

After a while, they stopped and encountering with some children.. Eniel already began to speak, as always taking some initiative. When the Beliallite referred to the necromancer, promptly Aldrah respond.

"I'm not in the mood to use a child for experiments. I prefer more resilient people." Aldrah nodded, "Yes, I could give it legs, if I had to, but I do not think it will be necessary.."

Then, out of nowhere, Niklaus appears, son of Arthur.. And Noel, too. As always, the situation got complicated.

"Niklaus." Aldrah spoke, looking at the drakanite and yawning.
(Aldrah Leverd)

Eniels gaze shifts from Nik over to the Blessed boy he had encountered before. His interest quickly shifted. "I came to take the first person I saw who seemed worthy of kidnapping, and now that seems to be you. I could care less if it was an infant or an adult. Anyone who sides with Leven is my enemy."

As he looked towards the people here barely none of them were within his cult so he merely looked puzzled."Your an imbecile Demi Angel. I do not forge these grounds with my Society I come here a Knight of Dawn. To claim victims. But you can take it how you want it...None of these people with me serve Belial at all. Not like I do."

As he shifts his spear away from the child it points towards the Demi angel, Where most of his hatred is directed towards."Take the child away then Nik he was the only target I saw until this one showed up. Although I won't be giving you any option Elishevan. I'll take your head and your wings back with me. " He had all but ignored the two younger boys now. His focus was on Noel.
(Eniel Daigal)

Smoke came from the trees behind it seems Dor'alloth noticed the amount of people that begin to show up. He stood there looking at the group of people that behind in the area and begin to chuckle.

"KEKEKE! it seems we are getting more and more people are starting to show up.

What is the next course of action?: It seems they like hitting in the trees and I suggest we burn then all to the ground.

The dark aura surrounds the demon and his personal guard could be seen coming from the ground shouting his name. They stood behind him ready to aid Dor'alloth in whatever situation he find himself in.

The demon doesn't strike all that could be seen was the aura growing darker the longer. He noticed more people continue to show up and this situation was looking like a huge mess.
(Dor'alloth)

A hardly patrol, per usual. The fox had been in search of the accused. . . Without rest, beyond stopping for his studies. The fox couldn't find anything else, but wandering on his lonesome.

Was it pride? No. . . It was simply fear, that others couldn't move as quick as he.

That should they run into a group, he'd be forced to leave him behind. Or at worst, fight beside them to the very end.

And yet, a strange occurance arrived as he left the caves where the supposed attacks were taking place. Planning to go back to levengard before suddenly. . . He spotted in the distance a few ruffling noises.

The sensation of mana.

Ignorant to what was occurring, he followed trail, poking his gaze from out the tree to spot. . . Eniel.

Reaching for Masamune, he stepped out from behind the trees. Pointing his weapon directly to the beliel cultist.

"Eniel. . . Sure doing a great job. Wouldn't your family be proud?" He claimed, openly spoken without much care to who was around. In the end, he only saw fit to perform the duties invested in him.

"Now. . . Unless everyone here's prepared for combat? I suggest you either pick sides or stand down. This man. . . He's to be arrested."
(Laemor)

Samson would stand behind Eniel, as always waiting for his command.
He'd look at Wilde and look down, as she reminded him of the path he /could/ have taken. Samson would look to Nik and Noel...They both seemed so...different. Samson would make a bolt of hellstorm appear from his hands and as if he was covered in an oil, shadowflame would engulf him.

"Sorry but, not arrests are going to be made today, friend, if Eniel is going to take the child I will stand by his choice."

A bird mask would cover his head...It seemed more spiritual than cowardice, red stains would cover the front, the own Magi's blood.

"However, if you wish to fight..."

Samson would cast a bolt of hellstorm to once again strike him, giving further life into the flames.

"I will happily give you that /pleasure/

(Samson L. Lux)

Samson would stand behind Eniel, as always waiting for his command.
He'd look at Wilde and look down, as she reminded him of the path he /could/ have taken. Samson would look to Nik and Noel...They both seemed so...different. Samson would make a bolt of hellstorm appear from his hands and as if he was covered in an oil, shadowflame would engulf him.

"Sorry but, not arrests are going to be made today, friend, if Eniel is going to take the child I will stand by his choice."

A bird mask would cover his head...It seemed more spiritual than cowardice, red stains would cover the front, the own Magi's blood.

"However, if you wish to fight..."

Samson would cast a bolt of hellstorm to once again strike him, giving further life into the flames.

"I will happily give you that /pleasure/

(Samson L. Lux)

At some point in time, Noel tunes out Eniel's words.

Once he had heard one speech from a madman, he had heard them all.

Needless to say, he wasn't amused.

A dominant left hand lightly slides out and into Ilui's chest, pushing him back and into the bushes a ways. All the while, amber eyes trail across what was soon to be a battlefield, sizing up each of the combatants.

"I won't argue ideals with you. Cultist. Necromancer. Demon-kin. You know what you are doing cannot be allowed, and Levengard has dedicated itself to ridding Agartha of people like y'." He pauses for a moment to look over at Niklaus, then pulls the blade from his back.

"Aldrah. Eniel. On behalf of everyone Dawn has made suffer, y'both are being given the option to either denounce your magic - be it by my sealing or another's, or to die at the hands of our united front. Don't bother saying another word outside of 'Yes' or 'No'."

As per usual, the Oracle keeps his words short, despite having many more on the tip of his tongue. He had learned over the years that there was no arguing or debating with people who saw the world as black and white.

"Niklaus. Laemor. Lend me your swords and let's bring Agartha one step closer to a better tomorrow."
(Noel Elisheva)

The man can't help but allow his eyes to trail between those present. He cares little for the people that they are, but the actions taken now in regards to kidnapping and trying to cut off a child's legs? That much is abhorrent to him, something that causes not more than general disgust to his being.

"Very well."

His gaze moves along as he glances back toward Ilui. The fact that they had even uttered such obscenities toward a child actually made his blood boil, and soon?

They'd all begin to feel their blood boiling, too.

The water would rock, the waves would crash, and all around them, a collective, harsh prison of water began to formulate.

"We heard them, loud and clear, Eniel Daigal. You wanted the weakest, but now you have a problem on your hands and you want to make it better. No amount of words will make it better."

His canines reveal, and his gaze turns into slits as electricity begins to fall all around them.

"Cherry pick the weakest, and you will die on your feet.

Nothing more than a slave.

Never had true freedom.

Now perish."
(Niklaus Rowan)

Samson would unsheathe his staff and pivot forward with his leg, going past Eniel.

"Assholes like you, and the bastards that force 'cleansing' and imprisoning of those of the occult are why I fight."

His Shadowflames would burn on pure rage alone, larger, and larger.

"You want a better tomorrow you stop giving people like me a damn reason to want to slice your fucking neck off, jackass!"

As Samson bashed his staff's end into the ground. He'd look to Nikolas.

"Understand who your with...both sides are 'bad' but we don't fucking hide it."


Samson would be a burning ball of fire, taking a step back to be at the same level of Eniel's.

If he was going to fight he may as well speak of what he stands for.

because goddamn they never seem to listen.
(Samson L. Lux)

He didn't have to hear Noel request for a blades assistance. Having drawn Masamune, the moment he proclaimed his intent. The fox stared down the group of Dawnsmen. . .

"Child, Demi-Angel. . . What's it matter? A life's a life, no one more valuable than the other." He claimed, swinging his weapon of icy flames around his visage. The foxes free hand raised to create glyphs before him.

"Considering the being you worship. . . It's safe to say, any life around here is easy pickings. For you." Reeling his arm back, six magical circles manifested and with a single slam of his palm.

They each stacked upon each other. Merging to one and manifesting the Six-Paths Circle.

Waving his arm to the side, the circle dissipated. Releasing its effect across the surrounding area. Following suit were the lights of the life-stream being born. Like flies, they formed off the ground and into the air.
(Laemor)

Well, during most of the conversation, Aldrah was quiet in his corner. He did not want to kidnap a child, because he has no use for one, they are weak beings. But now, Noel, this changes all.

He kept his gaze calm, just listening while everyone was talking, where on hearing Noel's bullshit, he'd decided it was time to start talking and also get a little more serious.

He fixed his gaze on Noel, where in a firm, clear tone he said, "Okay.. Here is my answer. No. Never." Aldrah said something simple and straightforward to Noel's offer, "I will not spend my words with a filthy being like you."

His gaze now turned to Niklaus, someone who Aldrah thought was loyal to Dawn, was there, side by side to a Demi-angel. Betrayal, nothing more.

"Niklaus, you stand by those who are enemies of your people, enemies of Dawn." Aldrah shook his head in disapproval, "And to think that you are Arthur's son."

Apparently a fight was inevitable and Aldrah would have to fight the angel and the son of the Lich. As the strange life, one hour you are next to the person and in the other, you are fighting against it.
(Aldrah Leverd)

--

[19:46] Niklaus Rowan asks, "Do you think I feel guilty when you threaten children?"
[19:46] Niklaus Rowan says, "I don't."
[19:46] Niklaus Rowan says, "Now, quit dallying."
[19:46] Niklaus Rowan says, "And show me what a coward is made of."

--

The world around him withers and dies as the water itself was pulled free to aid in his magic. It surrounds him, and it is both beautiful and dangerous.

"My father told me: Do what's right for you. My father told me to do what I think is best, and raising children to understand this world is the best thing for me." It drones, on and on, and Aldrah can hear the heart beat in his chest, the way that Niklaus' magic squeezed upon his very veins.

"I am King Arthur Rowan's son, and someone like you? You will never begin to understand the dynamic between King and King. I fight where I please among Agartha."

His gaze burns.

"Do not waste my time. You know why I fight, and that's for the youth that you so seek to cause issue, predator.

By the way,

My father is very proud of me."
(Niklaus Rowan)

Here was Aldrah, facing Niklaus, a piece of fate it can only be. But if he had to fight, he would, even his opponent being the son of the Lich Arthur, someone Aldrah really respected.

"I honestly was not interested in the child, it was more Eniel.. But I do not mind to rip the soul out of a child's body if necessary." Aldrah smirked, "Much less of you Niklaus."

Sincerely, seeing Niklaus side by side to an angel, did not please Aldrah at all, especially since this angel was Dawn's enemy, where Niklaus was the son of Dawn's leader. What a complicated situation.

"Show me the power of the one that is called the 'king of the dragons,' for at the moment I see only a traitor in front of me." Aldrah pulled his staff from his back, undeads getting ready for combat.

An icy aura circled around the necromancer as he floated. He was ready for combat.


(Aldrah Leverd)

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FIGHT
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The force of water is unimaginable, and Niklaus Rowan is someone who will never be stopped. With all the force of this behind his strikes, his actions-- he cares not if someone sees a traitor, because he sees the children that had been harmed around him. He sees himself, he sees...

Cameron. He sees Dyle. Zen. He sees all those that had gone and moved on. His heart thunders in his chest as he roars like a true dragon would have. If they wanted to see the Dragon King, then they would have.

And there's a slam into Aldrah's body, the form of a watery dragon carrying him above the trees so that Wilde's efforts wouldn't have gone to waste. The water-based dragon would hold onto Aldrah's body between it's teeth, gnashing down against him, ripping him around like a literal rag doll.

His teeth bare, and a hand reaches out toward the old man.

Thump.
Thump.
Thump.

His heart beats hard, twisting tightly in his chest, straining... His heart beats wildly, into his ears, and he can feel the screaming pain of his eardrums practically ripping and tearing as Niklaus exercises his control over the man's blood.

Then, his arms part, and the eardrums break under the pressure of his heartbeat and the ripping motion the Drakanite affords to him.

Aldrah is flung like a ragdoll across the land, and the man doesn't know where he's left to, but weaklings like him weren't to be worried about.

Especially when they were left to suffer in silence now.
(Niklaus Rowan)

The fight did not last long. Aldrah was already old, too weak to be able to defend himself in that situation.

Niklaus hit him with a blow that simply throwed the old man away, the necromancer there became a doll..

Atlast, he got away, out of Niklaus' reach. Aldrah was all bruised and needed help at that moment. He was defeated so easily.. complicated situation.

Some of the necromancer's undeads came to his aid, grabbing him by the arm and starting to take him back to safety.

But that day would be marked in Aldrah's memory, something he never forgot about those who were enemies, traitors. One day he would return favor to Niklaus.. Someday. But for the moment.. This time was Aldrah who would have to retreat.
(Aldrah Leverd)