Former enemies, become allies.

Aldrah sits on the throne, his gaze falling on Iral.
(Aldrah Leverd)

[18:50] Aldrah Leverd says, "Go ahead, speak."

The Woodnshire stopped in front of the old Necromancer, letting her eyes fall over the Archon Blade on her back, gaze leaning her torso to the right as it was withdrawn from her back. The moment her skin touches the devilish item it's depraved essence dances with it's wielder once more.

The weapon consumes even the air itself, draining dry every living and non living thing it's whole extension kissed. From the end of the handle to the tip of the blade. Iral's essence was even drained, yet her attunement with the weapon was such that she could drain and use her own power once more.

She could hold it with her bare skin and feel no problem over doing that once more. The nightmares it caused were already something she was used to. It seems the weapon could only bring more power to her, in fact. And luckily it would stay as such... If she stops doing what she now plans to.

From the previous tournament they fought in, it was kinda of clear how much of the abyss of power she still lacked. In fact, the Shengshese she now feared that could be a threat because of their Shogun is really something that worries them.

"So, you may think: It's working perfectly, eh? But the shit is... It's not really 'perfect', you see that?" Iral grabbed on her index finger, uncovering the piece frrom the clothes it was Always enveloped by, releaving the full blade extension. An Etheral edge made out of something that didn't seem to be human.

Where she pointed to, laid an also etheral Golden rune, glowing as itself seemed to drain the blade's depraved power. It did to the blade exactly what it did to anything else. Drain it's complete essence. The piece was sealed and was useless, the weapon at it's state served for nothing but storing mana. And that was the problem.

"It is sealed. A powerfull runesmithing that i don't really know what it does and how to remove it. It's uh... Something too strange to me in my mind. I never really tested this thing to it's full extents. So... I was thinking if you could help me or guide me on unsealing it."
(Iral Woodnshire)

Ah how long since Aldrah spoke to Iral? Years! The last time she was his prisoner, and he was the one who tortured her. That marked her and made it clear who was in charge at the moment..

But now? He was just an old man, an Elder Necromancer who wanted to live his life in peace, not wanting too much trouble, just getting on with his work and not being bothered anymore.

Tap, tap, tap.. The old man tapped his finger against the arm of the throne, listening to the woman, "You know Iral, now thinking here, I remember talking to Dylerun, a great blacksmith.. Where his advice to me about the sword was to keep it 'quiet', throw it away if necessary, or give it to an enemy..

But I kept it because I had plans for you, stuff that would help me.. But now? All lost over time. So I ask you . Why do you want to remove the seal from this thing, just now? It looks very useful to me the way it is right now." He said when he had the chance to speak after the woman.

His gaze roamed over Iral, analyzing her body for a few seconds.. She changed. But soon switching to the sword, which was the first thing that had caught the necromancer's attention on their first meeting years ago. That thing was 'bad', even for Aldrah's terms! But well, maybe it could be useful to him? Maybe.

His right hand swayed from side to side, as the man leaned in his left hand and stared at the floor, "I can help you get the seal off, it shouldn't be too MUCH.. Complicated.

But the question is, what do I get from all this?” His silver gaze focused on Iral's eyes, as if staring into the woman's soul.
(Aldrah Leverd)

In fact, it wasn't the first time the Sword's subject was brought over the table. The relic that violated history itself and the efforts of countless exorcists in order to bring it to the slumber it rests in now. And in fact, Iral couldn't really give the same excuse she have in the past. She could feel the blade digging into her thoughts.

Bringing back the memories of the times she had with this man. Ohh... Dear memories she wish she could have forgotten. Maybe the devilish item's influence finally waking from it's milennial slumber.

"Power." She couldn't lie anymore. Not to her, nor to the Exorcist Spirits she had encountered many years ago in the past. Even if it was to protect or to keep their people from any harm. She needed the power for it. Specially after all she have seen.

"The black winged demi-angel worries me. No, he is a threat. To this Island even more than you and your devilish kin." She was stepping into the Valmasian ashes after long, still with the same will in her mind.

"...Of course... What you get?" Iral showed a corner smile, holding the sword's handle tighter. Every single inch of her being dancing with Energy, her own Etheral aura mixing up with her blood, making it boil. Making her hair color change. Making her veins jump out with heated blood.

"Aldrah Leverd. For your crimes against me and humanity itself, i could just see myself jumping at you. I can't even assure that after our pact, i wouldn't do it. I can't even assure i wouldn't do it RIGHT NOW if you denied me." The smile in her face ceases.

Now she was serious, staring at them with her eyes, yet the only thing he could see was her flaming energy overflowing from her eyes, not allowing him to see where she really looked at. Yet her step forward with the Aura her master himself taught her to use.

"I am a Blacksmith. May not be the best of them... But i could offer you my services. I could even go with you into one of your journeys. I know you are a Necromancer, Aldrah. And i KNOW what you Always saught for, that whisper you threw at me. Your HATE for your Humanity. This sword is a Devilish item, yet you also seek to live forever... I offer you my hands to bring to life the 'path' you will walk in to achieve your goal. The Eternity you Always saught for. I can help you become not human, if you give me power to protect my kin." Her speech was over.

The blade on her hand cuts through the air, she took no stance, yet she was ready to strike if needed.

"If you deny, then one of us will die in this room."
(Iral Woodnshire)

Well.. Now, remembering, Iral was one of the few who knew what Aldrah really was, how he acted far from the rest.. But well, some things have changed, he was not the same as before, which Iral might soon notice.

Using his cane for support, the old man stood up. With slow, heavy strides, he headed toward Iral. The aura of the sword and the girl might be strong, but the Master Necromancer's presence was terrifying to those who saw it in person. The atmosphere began to grow cold, as cold as death, just like if Iral's soul was being touched by ghostly hands trying to pull her soul out.

He stopped in front of her, the height of both were similar, so they could face each other without problem. Isaac's problem was something that worried him a little. Damn Demi-Angels, they took a lot of things from Aldrah. Maybe he will help her.

A smile appeared on the old man's face, the woman entertained him so much, this coversation was getting interesting, "Ah Iral.. You amuse me, just like the few I've met during my life.

Yes, you could jump on me and attack me, but would you be victorious? And even if you killed me, do you think I'd stay dead? Maybe not, maybe yes.." He began to move around the room, his head held high as he stared at the ceiling. His left arm back, bracing himself on his cane with his right hand.

He stopped, turning his gaze back to the woman, "You know, you're right. Humanity took my wife.. Those fucking Angels. Even Sors made me kill my daughter.. Then the angels took my home.. Humanity in general, took a lot of things from me.

I can say that if I had the chance, I would open a colossal 'portal' to Hellheim, to end it all at once. But no.. Here I am, just an old man. Living his life, day by day, not doing much.


And yes, I seek to become immortal, Lichdom specifically, for what we necromancers say. Where if you offer me help gettingthis, then… I'll help you.

I kind of tired of life in some ways..” Again he began to move toward her, stopping in front of the woman.

Reaching out to her, his left hand, which was currently a Mythril prosthesis, "Shake my hand. Let's make a pact! We'll help each other. No killing, no betrayl." The woman might notice some parts of the skin on Aldrah's face falling, even his flesh. One of the effects of his last adventure, but one that was being dealt with.

(Aldrah Leverd)

Iral's eyes followed him across the room. Walking patiently with his came, as she responded the kiss of Death to her soul with the warmth of her Etheral ascension. He was not the only creepy one, as the many souls trapped within the blade's screams echoed through both of their minds. Yet, even being able to attack, she stood there.

Iral and the sword's presence itself wanted them to cooperate. However, her will covered the room as well. Repplying to them at height, in fact, his questions were not something that stood in her mind.

Her will to fight was simply there. It was raw will of revenge consuming her, and the threat of the portal was something that disturbed her. As Tototl's student, it was almost an Insult to aid someone who seeks to bring the Nethradin to this realm.

The Leverd should be stopped. But should it be done now? Should she take the risk of allowing him to live... It was something she couldn't take. She could not!

But...

...His hand was shaken.

"If necessary i'll even bring it to the Lighthouse and get it cleansed, as long as it gives me power. We are not friends, Aldrah. Lirien's blood lies on this hand i am touching right now. You'll have your Phylactere. Find me a way to Unseal this... I might even search for a Runesmith later..."

Iral took a deep breath.

"This is a deal."
(Iral Woodnshire)

It was done. His hands were tight, the pact was made. And with that, Aldrah was walking once more in search of what he wanted, it was time to start acting again.

He smiled and moved a little closer to her, enough to whisper to her, "May we both get what we want in the end, heheh.." At the end of his speech, he stepped away from her and started to walk toward the exit.

Stopping on the first step, he turned to her and said, "Are you coming?" He asked the woman, now his ally.
(Aldrah Leverd)

The aura embracing her fades, giving place to her normal place skin tone and her White hair that long ago changed by the hands of this man himself. Over seeing his departure the woman could only sigh once more.

Turning her back to the throne, walking away to finally climb down the stairs and leave the tower.

"So be it."
(Iral Woodnshire)