[22:44]  ╈ Miseria ╈ and a darker form of elf appears, pulling ap through the shadows to basts house, hated it here, the stench of humanity in the city is off putting the balance is off, far too much good and not enough of it's polar dark.  Her nose curls, he at least got rid of the corrupted items she gave him, finally.  Noted with a smirk, a voilin at her hip the entertainer form of this pale guise, one of many persona's the demon does have, shiftin part of her ilk's abilities with the shadows, so easily molded.  She could smell him in the room, unsure of if she feels anything the gobin was too much of liability it seemed.

[22:48] . Through the shadows Apollyon, or 'Jhin,' went and he didn't utter a word about a thing throughout it all. Once they landed back in the goblin's and oni's home, his eyes wordlessly surveyed it.

His katana was strapped to his back, glasses earlier retrieved from the throneroom and kept safely in a little pouch tied to his belt. THe fate of his kiseru depended on whether the demoness had opted to return it or not.
[22:49] Forgelight: ((oohh ok))
[22:51]  Arius his mind was still very fuzzy and he heard other voices but didn't pay much attention. The one voice he did pay attention to was the one standing right next to him. Her words seemed to have given him a little mental boost. He huffed as a response, "Won't die" was all he managed to say with whatever energy he had left. Then he fell silent again, his breathing still very labored.

[22:54]  ╈ Miseria ╈ didn't forget his little, toy as it were, her hand waved as she was done looking around with a light curl of her lip, her hand moved and from the shadows his precious Kiseru appeared in her fingers and held out to him. Her form hid the wounds from the war and battle beneath it's perfect pale skin, though she was leaning and favoring a side, too much energy loss and magic consumptions makes her weary.  His books put in his room minus the tombs, dark magic and for now the basics, of his demonic studies.  hopefully his father would leave that. a small hord of imps working and skittering about.  Her voice was soft and
[22:54]  melodic, that of a singer trained since her youth with the mers in this form, from the days in the mysts.  Sighs at him " still not speaking to me?" letting him take his items, the mirror still in his possession.

[23:02] . As the imps carried his belongings through into his room, Apollyon's gaze followed them. He didn't immediately see the kiseru, as he was refusing to look toward the demoness -- but once she questioned him, he answered coolly, "That depends on if I'll be /listened/ to, and not just heard then interrupted -- and judged and punished by -- swift assumptions."

There was a bitter note in his tone, and from the setting of his jaw it seemed he just expected more automatic chastisement and shouting.

A hand raised to rub at the bridge of his nose before he finally uttered, tone much more distant, "I love you, but I feel slighted and lied to, and swiftly judged. And I'm sure that on your end, you feel to be in the right and /I'm/ the one in the wrong. There's no winning."

[23:04]  ╈ Miseria ╈ her head tilted and moved to lean on the wall and rest her battle weary form, ignoring pain was part of her existence, adjusting the violin , she should of fed on something before coming to the city the scents of humanity and sins were too fresh for her tonight.  Her dark hair hanging in her face was deftly moved aside anad tucked behind a pointed ear still holding out his Kitseru for him to take, she gave a light but tired grin.  " I'm listening" not about to interrupt what he had to say.  Noting the annoyance and slight ticks that made him unique.

[23:14] . The statement now that she was listening had Apollyon responding bitterly, "Is there even a point to it now?" He turned his head to finally glance toward her, sidelong. Spotting the kiseru his brows knit, before he turned and approached her.

"I'm not good," he said firmly as he raised a hand to accept the pipe. "But I don't think people are wicked /only/ if they screech a lot and throw fists and swords. Evil can be subtle, and deceptive, and play for a long-term game before sweeping the rug out from beneath others' feet." His eyes bore into hers as he spoke. "I know I'm a 'baby' but I have large dreams, for /you/ and for the abyss, but they can't be attained with just brute force. I think we need /strategy./ What the hell is 'good' about that?" The last part was spat out, and his eyes seemed to spark with it. "Why am I condemned for that, and threatened to be murdered over it? Why are brains somehow despicable compared to brawn? Can't they work /together?/"

The kiseru, now taken, and he began to restles
[23:14] .  tap it against his palm. "I was lied to when I was told I could 'walk to my own tune' and rise strong," he stated stiffly. "Because as soon as I voiced something /different,/ I was whirled upon, chastised, viewed with contempt, and then warned about 'free thinking'. That's not a desire for me to break the mold, that's pushing for me feeling 'special' while just being another pawn filling out a mold!"
[23:14] . restlessly*

[23:25]  ╈ Miseria ╈ did tend to take in things but she didn't address them at the moment, just letting him speak his mind, leaning her head back on the wall with slow tired breaths, Actually looking at him as more adult then child, left a heavy part of her inside to watch him grow so swiftly, she heard him out and didn't move from her resting spot against the wall, it held her up.  Gave him a slight grin , mismatched eyes let him know she did take all that in with a soft lift of her brows " do you want to hear it or is there more?" sometimes they were not done speaking only forming parts , though she would go on to give some clarity "
[23:25]  i'm aware, I know you don't understand.  I need a bit of time, thee are dangerous things in motion, and yes that clawing, biting and brutish behavior will be the top of the list.  there are two fronts of war , right now someone wants to hurt me and you.  I didn't lie, and you were not punished.  I changed you to hide you, though rough in my haste and yes anger. I don't trust too many, sometimes
[23:25]   not even my own kin, noting I do is done in malice to you and I need you to understand.  I won't deny your ability, but it's still adjusting.  " she motioned his Kiseru through the air round him till he took it.  " our lives are brutal, we conform, step in line.  " she smirked " sometimes, I walk the line and push the boundaries but i've carved my sword into that right.  and that sadly, is the way, power.  There are minds that do not need the braun but, i'm not doing this to punish you.  I spoke with your father tody...it went..oddly well, the You carry a unique bloodline that holds sway in these lands and that is why your life
[23:25]  is at risk.  You are special , to me, your father.  But you have a long way to go".
[23:37] .  child, but I'm hardly royal. I have no claim to the throne. I shouldn't be a threat to your safety."

As he spoke 'safety,' he pointed to her skin. "I saw you before we came here. The injuries." His eyes narrowed a touch. "Every day I see you, you have more wounds. You get wearier and wearier. I know you need to fight to prove strength, but . . ." He trailed off. Perhaps fearing any voiced concern would only cause offense.
[23:37] . Apollyon had retrieved his kiseru, which he was tapping his palm with. Her question as to 'more' had his head lightly shaking, and his silence suggested he was waiting for /her/ to speak now.

He, too, didn't interrupt as she laid out her thoughts. His expression appeared vaguely skeptical when she stated he hadn't been punished. ". . . I'll just be tortured later if I don't meet others' personal definitions of 'evil'," was all he dryly commented.

He slid his kiseru into his pouch, and he muttered, "Conformity has its benefits, but not when it leads to stagnation." Not that he knew all which was going on behind the scenes in the abyss, oh no. He had only a narrow glimpse of things. "Grandmother may despise me, but if I survive, I have every intention of bringing more to the Maelstrom despite 'conforming' expectations -- whether she likes it or not."

Her mention of him carrying 'special blood' had his gaze half-lidded toward her. "I'm an illegitimate mongrel, Mother," he reminded her calmly. "I may be yo
[23:37] . your child* (and thanks for switching the posts out of order, SL.)


[23:47]  ╈ Miseria ╈ adjusting uncomfortable, gave a sniff of the air in a predatory form, nothing within worth eating besides human fare, gave a small crinkle of her nose as the imps were finished and moved off.  Still she mused and interjected " your father showed up with a flint lock ready to shoot me and bring you back here, it was.. amusing" at the moment, not so much but later she found some little things to her own strange humor. "stomping around and screaming" she shook her head. " you really are your mothers son aren't you? I see not much gets past those eyes, you are because they know if they take you I will do anything you are
[23:47]  not a full royal but you have the blood that ties" does correct him.  " that is enough" leaning her head back and resting on the wall her eyes blink slowly " I'm a warrior, that is what I do, I enjoy ..very much, thrill of battle fuels me, but even I conform. we have too in order to fight the wars, toe the line and yes even i've faced punishment for not meeting standards, I don't hold it against
[23:47]   them.  It's what we are and part of what we are, it makes us strive to be better, stronger, fight harder then ever to prove ourselves.  and.. if you can manger what you plan, i'll be most proud of that " against her mother was its own trial. " you are not a mongrel, you are my son. " thanks to basts curse that she hasn't broken, she keeps to the truth, or else much burn.  " go to the academy here, learn all you can, I know you itching to go, but I am asking you again to give me time, I need ensure a few things. Make sure your path will be less brutal if I can, it's not coddling if it means you live longer.  You are not immortal
[23:47]  and I need to factor that, I know how you feel and what you mean, i just need time...and well your father wants to see if you are.. good" she smirks.

[23:58] .  future holds, but I don't hate you. I doubt I ever will. We get frustrated but I hope to bring beneficial things to you, someday."
[23:58] . As Pharzuph's expression kept changing in this place, it steadily dawned on Apollyon that she was probably detecting things that he couldn't. While he could -- and did need to, in a small extent -- consume mortals, they didn't smell like walking hamburgers to him.

She accepted, even desired, the injuries. "I'd rather inflict them than receive them," was his honest, wry reply, even if it might be deemed cowardly. As she instructed him to go to the Academy, he moved toward her until he was close.

"I was going to go whether you gave permission or not," he confided coolly. "I will make my own fate." Unexpectedly, Pharzuph found arms sliding around her -- and her not-so-newborn son was comfortably snug against her, head tucked beneath her chin. The hug wasn't too firm, as he was mindful of her wounds.

The two were willful, but the hellspawn loved his mother -- there was no doubt about it as he embraced her and his eyes briefly closed. When he next spoke, his voice was a low utterance: "I don't know what the

[00:09]  ╈ Miseria ╈ met his eyes as he got close they held amusement when he stating giving pain and not getting it " Impossible, I'm afraid.  but pain is different for us, in a sense it lets us know we exist still, hearts racing, blood scents and rage of battle" well that is her happy place anyway and very apparently not sure how he would take to it. Her brow lifting as he made his statement and moved into her, surprised and didn't answer right away, calmed.  She wrapped her arms around him as he snugged in and held him, her form was far more warm than any mortal.  "  you need to understand, even with the brutality of my family, they
[00:09]  are still my family.  Your father doesn't understand the connection and why I won't leave or betray them..maybe you will" she let her hand lift to pet his hair soothing..." they are cold and horrid and I can be no better, but we are close, always there for each other despite trying to kill eacho there, even if she hurts me, she is still my mother and i'll do anything for her approval.  It's
[00:09]   changed now though...altered.  I'm just pulling the line till she leaves and I take over. and...you.." she smirks " can make your own fate but, expect resistance." she smirked. .
[00:11] Nymphetamine Crepuscule (nymph.zenith): *each other)
llyon mumbled when Pharzuph revealed how they all tried to murder each other, but still bonded so well and sought approval. Regardless, he fell quiet as they momentarily held each other.

Finally, he exhaled a breath and released her to ease back. "Resistance is needed to build strength, isn't it?" he queried, before he offered her the faint hint of a smile.

"I can tell you're uncomfortable here," he noted aloud. "You don't have to stay longer if it bothers you. I can go and read."

[00:23]  ╈ Miseria ╈ is stying still while still healing, she kept him there a bit longer and smirked to what he said " what's wrong with that?  I'm not human, I see it as a challenge and I meet that with zeal" letting go finally as he took a breath " I"m not as brutal as my mother, and yes resistance does build up tolerance" to add that in " I can't the city no, but I want you to be mindful of those that might weave a wedge between us.  Because, it's what I would do" she grinned " but you are smarter, good luck with the plucky bunch, i'll gladly be sick in your honor over it" her eyes turning more dark and almost wicked.  " I have a lot
[00:23]  of work to do, but you..learn..i'll remove the restrictions to the city if... you promise me i'm not about to be a grandmother" she smirked " i'm just getting used to having a son, and best to keep anything you find fancy away from me, mother dear does not like the wicked women" smirked and her eyes flashed in a purple hue.
[00:24] Nymphetamine Crepuscule (nymph.zenith): *cant stand, goddammit sl stop eating things)

[00:51]  ╈ Miseria ╈ smirked at what he said about reproducing " lets keep it that way...hmm alot like me, i have no preference, but i'm sure anything you like, I won't " .... moved in and put her hand at the back of his neck her form shifting , shadows roiling and the armor and wounds back on her again as the guise was cast aside ,her jaw gritting against the pain of reforming , the shadows replaced the clothing and demonic metals and gems, fresh from battle as she left the abyss in and her eyes turn to the same intense ones of her demonic form the smell of corruption and shadowy connections form stronger to the spawn in this form and
[00:51]  Fresh blood on her blade, she smirks as her voice is hissed.  " I'll make you a hell forged blade if you give your father gray hair"  a smirk, pressed a warm kiss to his forehead and moved off to the shadows her clawed hand lifted to pull her mask over her face, her wings formed in magic to her natural state instead of the one bast cursed her too only needs a week to put her plans in motion and
[00:51]   she will play many cards.