Wrong Side of Heaven

[Nightsangel]

He looks good, happy, healthy. His room looks neat, well-kept. I don’t feel I made the wrong decision anymore by leaving him to the monk’s care. He seems to have had a very fruitful life so far. Sivienna thought as her lavender orbs examined her son’s living quarters intently. She could see that he still kept the blanket that she had wrapped in when she had to give him up. This alone made her heart skip a beat as she studied the rest of the room’s furnishings.

She could feel the heat of the large fireplace touching her skin like the warm ray’s of the sun. The vixen continued to assess the room’s belongings and she felt her heart skip another beat as she noticed the handkerchief enshrined in a glass case with a mask she did not recognize. She saw the opulence and wealth her son craved displayed clearly in his room. The only thing that looked out of place was the dingy wooden table, that seemed far less cared for than any other surface of the room. She could see claws, much like her own displayed neatly on the table. The faint scent of blood hung in the air, which made Sivi’s brow knit in concern. Aside from the claws, knives and lung poppers were displayed, evidence that her son clearly was similar in fighting style to his parents.

This made her glad she had decided to wear a fine purple dress, the dress was accented by light lavender lace, she had worn dark purple leather boots to match her dress and for once she had put on more jewelry than the normal pendent of darkness that rested against her bosom. She had donned earrings she had found on top of her dresser, nerves had made her put the amethyst studded hoops in her ears. Her kistune had tried to reassure her as she was changing in her apartment that everything would be fine, that her son would be alright and that she had no need to worry.

For once the normally talkative night beauty had been silent, staring nervously into the mirror above her dresser as Seth waited patiently for her. She didn’t say much to her kistune or her former lover as she silently finished getting her things together. They then had left to make their way to meet their son.

Smiling warmly, the vampriess moved forward to hug her son, her soft arms wrapped warmly around his lithe frame as she exclaimed “Salil baby, I see you still have the things I left with you. To me that means you at least remembered that your mother left you here!” her eyes were bright, warm, her heart beating rapidly though as she drunk in every inch of the child she hadn’t seen since he was a tiny infant in her arms.

Salil’s frame was stiff, the gloved hand that had brushed through his hair falling flatly to his side. His tone was neutral as he replied “Sivienna, yes I recognize you by your scent….lavender.” He motioned to the regal bed, where the blanket she had left him in was neatly laid there. “The monk’s told me, you left me in the blanket,, and gave me the handkerchief as well. I keep both as a memory to you, the woman who gave me life.” his steely gray eyes then fell on Seth as he murmured “You must be her lover, Seth. The man who helped create me…”

“I'm Seth, that's, right. I didn't know about you till after Sivi gave birth,” He said carefully, “I wasn't sure what I could do. I don't exactly operate in a situation good for kids.”

Salil’s stormy gray eyes studied Seth carefully, his gaze piercing the thief as if he was weighing whether the man’s words held truth. Seeing nothing hidden in gray eyes much like his own, Salil simply said “You could have at least come calling, left me something to remember you by, like Sivienna did…”

“I died about four months after I found out about you,” The Lavinian replied and he gestured to the mantle, “From the looks of things, you found something. Those knickknacks are your grandparents by the way, your grandmother was obsessed with them.”

Salil’s gaze shifted to the knick knacks displayed cutely above the fireplace. A softer tone was in his voice as he murmured “I see, I found them cute. I wanted them so I took them.” he explained finishing up “Somehow they called to me, I see now why. Thank you Seth.” his tone softened more as he murmured “You have a valid reason for not seeing me when I came here. Death is inevitable.” he said his tone darkening slightly as his eyes searched the thief “Still it seems trouble does befall you a lot.”

“You can ask your mother, I'm nothing but trouble. I manage best I can, but it's always something,” Seth carefully examined Salil, “How much have you dipped into it? How much did you sell yourself?

Sivienna pursed her lips, a squeal escaping from them as she murmurs “Seth hush! Nows not the time to ask question like that! He’s our child, don’t rush for answers that can wait!” she then turns to Salil and asks gently “Have you been well Salil? I see you have quite a grand room. Have you been happy here?” But your father is right dear, he is nothing but trouble, stubborn as they come and he never wants to listen to reason!” she gave Seth a soft smile as she said this though, and she finished with “He’s loyal though and loving, I know even though he couldn’t show you it, he loves you as well Salil….”

[Dissinger]

Seth bit his tongue. Sivienna was determined to find the good in the situation, while Seth having been turned to a pessimist was assessing damage. The way he spoke for one, and his actions. Had he been a child lost, Seth could have understood, but he was guarded. Seth could see it in the boy’s eye, the kid was assessing his parents, just as much as Seth was assessing him.

Salil replied, “The monks have been nothing short of helpful. When I asked to watch your fights, they recreated them for me, down to the smallest details. When I asked for replicas of your weapons, I felt I learned more about you, Seth. Watching how you fight and recreating those fights, helped me to understand the brutality of the man I would come to know as the Lavinian Demon.”

Seth remained on edge, and spoke, “You gotta know that the words I used aren't all the truth. I let my mouth run on its own often to give me time to think.”

“Well aware Seth, you needn't be so guarded. You are after all with family,” Salil said, his sardonic tone chilling to the Demon.

Sivienna’s gaze was on her son, the look worried as she asked her baby softly “Honey, what are you trying to do? Your father, doesn’t want to be antagonized, he is only trying to learn about you!” nerves were starting to tingle in her body, as one fear played through her mind This isn’t going as well as I hoped it would. Biting her lip the night beauty continued “Seth, I don’t know what he is trying to do, but he is our son, remember that…”the vixen’s eyes were fretful blinking from that of her lover to her son as her mind wandered and she thought Why does this remind me somewhat of when my father argued with me?

“Of course, mother, ever the voice of reason. I would say that in many cases, I saw Seth as he truly was,” Salil pressed as he moved past Seth to the table, “The times he perished, the lives he took. All here amongst these halls, and all recorded, for eternity. Tell me Seth, do you regret a single act you committed amongst these halls?”

Seth looked at Salil he remained silent and spoke, “I don't need to be an aristocrat to spot that trap. Tell me Salil, why did you choose last night of all nights to make your presence known to me? You obviously knew we were in the area.”

For the first time a genuine smile lit up Salil’s face. He spoke warmer, “You are clever. Your intelligence leaves a bit to be desired, but your cunning cannot be denied. I can see why Sivienna could be charmed by a man many called a bruitish bore.”

Sivi’s eyes widened at Salil’s comment, shock was in her voice as she stammered “S...SALIL MIZAMI! No you won’t treat your father that way! He may be a human, but he deserves respect! I won’t have my child make a remark like that!” Without thinking, she looked right into her son’s eyes and asked softly, but their was a tone to her voice “Who else has visited you?” sadness was in her eyes, as she muttered “Sorry, I’m trying not to pry sweetie, I respect you, but we need to be honest with each other, and in truth what you say worries me Salil.”

Salil matched his mother’s gaze and spoke, “When my parents failed to come seek me, I sought family. His sister proved an aloof creature, no doubt aided by becoming one with the night. His parents were dead, but then I found my Aunt, and she gave me what I sought…”

Seth’s hand hovered near a blade as the air grew colder, “You made a mistake Salil, you made a grave error.”

“It couldn't be worse than leaving a child awakened to Hex Magic for the citadel monks. Or letting my half sister be kidnapped by the Cult of Blessed Torture…” Salil replied cruelly. The door opened behind the two of them as he spoke, “I felt a family reunion was in order. Sadly Aunt Rianna couldn't make it, a certain brute nearly gutted her and she has taken to bed ill. However, Grandfather has been a most gracious guest…”

Seth could feel the dark power emanate as a well dressed man entered. The clink of a cane could be heard as he entered and glowered at the Lavinian Demon, his eyes then settled of Sivienna, “The prodigal daughter at long last. Very good Salil, very good indeed.”

[Nightsangel]

“WHAT?” Sivienna screamed as her lavender orbs locked with those of her father’s. An angry growl escaped her lips before she screamed, all presence of her sweet nature gone as she roared at her son “SALIL MIZAMI! FAMILY REUNION DID NOT MEAN THIS BASTARD HERE!” the vixen’s eyes darkened as for the first time in a long time Sivienna revealed her fang’s an honor to her vampire heritage. Her voice was low, dark as she hissed “Father….you can go to hell and LEAVE!”

Salil’s gray eyes blinked, in a jovial voice he asked “Mother really, is that any way to treat your father? You say I should treat mine with respect, what manners are you showing me by screaming at grandfather?”

The room’s air was changing, growing colder, more frigid, as the family reunion’s atmosphere had completely changed with the appearance of the night angel’s father. Sivi’s rage was building as she was having trouble speaking, as both fury and panic were vying for control in her body. Serenity noticing this barked loudly “Damn it all, this had to happen! Did your ever precious grandfather explain the history between your mother and himself?” her twin tails twitched as she hissed “Shit, this isn’t good, she’s losing it! Seth you may want to speak to Sivi, I”ve never seen her this way!”

“Keep your wits Sivi, he's doing it on purpose,” Seth cautioned even as a blade left holster and began to dance in his hand, “We aren't at a complete wash yet…let's give the asshole a chance to prove his idiocy.” He looked pointed at Lord Mizami, “I still owe him for ordering Sarah’s siring.”

Sivienna’s whole body was shaking, her eyes locking onto Seth’s for comfort, her aura was beginning to glow as her flight or fight response kicked in. Listening to her lover’s words was a comfort for her, the aura lightened slightly, as she tried to remain calm while answering her son’s question “No Salil, manners are one thing, being treated like you're not wanted is another.” Closing her eyes, the night vixen shifted a little from nerves as she explained “You have no idea how persuasive your grandfather is my child. How much he loves control, how everything has to be perfect according to his world! Nothing can be a miss, no child can be different! Only his law is word!”” biting her lip so a bit of blood fell from her smooth lips she finished “I said I’d be honest with you Salil, so hear is the truth. My father hated me from the start, just for being sweet, for loving humans.” She gestured to Seth as she continued “He taunted me when he found this out, killed those I was close to without remorse...do you really value someone like that in your life Salil? Even if he is family?”

She then looked at Seth softly saying “Don’t worry, we’ll pay my father back for Sarah’s siring…”

Salil let out a laugh as he said snidely “You seem to contradict yourself with every word you say to me mother…” turning to look at the kistune, Salil blinked once before he answered tersely “Shut up fox, I won’t speak to an animal, I’ll only answer Sivienna’s questions!”

Serenity’s tails twiched in anger, as she growled succinctly in response to Salil brushing her off.

Raoul on the other hand laughed ominously as he roared “Oh my dear prodigal daughter, so sweet, so innocent, yet so naive! Do you really think humans care for you? A vampire?” his grin widened as he said callously “Do you think this man, this cattle that you foolishly slept with, gave yourself too and had a child with, really loves you? Or does he fear you for the beast you are?” his dark eyes then bore into Seth’s coldly, almost mocking him to answer.

“Careful there Raoul, I beat the crap out of Lord Cardenas for less, and he's your superior,” Seth taunted. The knife was flipped to his other hand as he carefully twirled, “You don't want me getting the idea you resent me. Otherwise, I might get upset and take some of your blood for my sister, I hear it does wonders for thralls.”

Raoul growled lowly, his cane slamming into the ground with a loud THWACK, in a dark tone he muttered “Silly Dahlios, so cocky! So brash, just like that sister of yours! You do realize what that cost her don’t you? My little Rianna was so pleased to claim her after the fight she put up!” looking at Salil he said strictly “Listen closely Salil, you could learn a thing or two!” he then smiled jovially at Seth murmuring “Now your sweet sister is nothing but a thrall of my family AND” his aura pulsed slightly, the strength of his power being hinted at as he taunted Seth “Cattle never have taken my blood, nor has any vampire hunter been able to slay me! What makes you think you can touch me demon?”

Serenity let out a warning growl, as Sivienna let out a scream of wrath, shouting “SHUT UP FATHER! I WILL NOT LET YOU HARM SETH!” her tone rose, along with her anger as she spat “YOU KNOW THE FAMILY RULES! IF I CHALLENGE YOU TO A DUEL, YOU CAN’T HARM SETH! SO BRING IT! I’LL SHOW YOU WHAT MASTER DRASTOIL TAUGHT ME!”

Raoul’s lips twitched at his daughter’s challenge, bowing mockingly he purred “Awww my little baby thinks she can beat me? I’m more than ready to see what your perverted master has taught you my dear! BUT;” he looked into his daughter’s eyes darkly as he finished smoothly “I think you’ll find, your skills fall short of mine my sweet little daughter!”

Salil’s stormy gray eyes perked in interest, as he murmured “This should be interesting to see how Sivienna truly fights! But,”” a coy, almost mocking smile was on his face as he asked Seth “Since mother wants to tangle with grandfather, why don’t we play Seth?”

Serenity’s tails were bristling after Sivi issued the challenge to her father, hopping off her mistress’s shoulders, she trotted over to the thief and whispered to him “I can’t let you fight on your own, I know your powerful Seth. But we have no idea what tricks your son hides. I can’t help Sivi against her father, she wouldn’t want me to, this is her own obstacle to beat. So allow me to offer you aid Seth!” her twin tails twitched in anticipation of the fight as she waited for the demon to respond.

[Dissinger]

“No.”

Salil seemed taken aback by the sudden declaration of refusal. His face took on a concerned look before he said softly, “You won't play with me?”

“You think fighting is a game, just like I did, and let me tell you it's not. Every battle has a purpose, even if the fighters don't realize it. I'm done with frivolous battles as a way to stroke one’s ego. Now, now I fight with a purpose,” Seth growled.

“You fight for my sister, Samantha...tell me, why does she go by Ambria? Isn't she proud of her Dahlios lineage?” Salil mocked. Serenity wrapped around one of Seth's legs as she awaited more information.

“I died a few months after she was conceived. She was born without me either. She had her mother and uncle to raise her, and she wasn't given a chance. She doesn't know what being a Dahlios is, so she clings to her mother's name,” Seth explained, “She isn't a Dahlios because I wasn't there to marry Liliana and raise her. Just like you aren't a Dahlios because your mother wasn't married to me either.”

“Listen to him Salil, he is just a stud, rutting with everything and leaving a trail of children and corpses behind him. He truly is mere cattle, sure he has preferred mates and he mimics love and concern, but he doesn't feel those emotions…” Lord Mizami spoke. The knife came to a halt before Seth looked pointedly at Lord Mizami.

“You can be quiet vampire. If I need to open a bar I know who's head to use as a keg tap,” Seth replied.

Lord Mizami seemed to sputter as he hissed, “You will regret treating me as your equal Cattle.”

“Equal? I thought we already established the pecking order, let's go again. There's me, Sivienna, my kids, the dirt, the worms in the dirt, the shit the worms feed on, and then at the very bottom is you,” Seth shot back.

Sivienna growled softly her dark aura pulsing as she raised her hands, flames were forming in them as she shot one ball of flame at her father’s feet spitting angrily “That’s your warning father! Call Seth cattle again and I won’t miss!” Sivienna then looked at Seth and warned softly “I know my father, he’s trying to find your weak point!”

“Oh is that all, people have been looking for that for awhile now. Better people, stronger people, people that actually know how to phrase an insult. I'm kinda hurt Sivi, you told me your dad was smart…” Seth deadpanned.

Salil covered his mouth as shoulders shook, finally he spoke, “Very well Seth, if you won't fight for glory, then let me throw this out there...I have information on my sister. I know what she's been doing, and if you wish to know, you'll turn those infamous knives on me. What is it going to be? Satisfy my desire to fight? Or lose out on learning more about your kidnapped daughter?”

Seth felt his heart wrench as silence reigned in the small room. Raoul was looking at the two of them with a keen interest, while Salil crossed his arms. It galled Seth seeing such an act, because they both knew Seth’s answer. He had lost that very info, and had come to visit Salil for it. Salil’s face lit up in an impish grin when the knife twirl to a stop and was holstered, “You get advantage. Cook up whatever the hell you want Salil.”

Salil seemed disappointed in the words before he reached to the glass case. He lifted the lid and grabbed the mask placing it on his face before his voice echoed from behind it, “All for her. You refused to play until it became about her. I should not be surprised, and yet I am wounded father. I thought you would do anything for your children…”

Seth carefully lowered the brim of his hat and spoke, “Had you wanted to talk, I would have been more than willing. Had you visited me, I would have taught you everything I knew. Had you just asked, I would have bent over backwards. Instead you play games while your sister’s life hangs in the balance. Don't preach to me about it being all about her. You made it about her.”

Salil slid the claws onto his hands and carefully articulated each one, feeling how the blood had affected them. He looked over at Seth and shrugged, “Perhaps I did. We shall see how your truth holds up, after all your stubborn conviction is one of your most notable traits. Shall we adjourn from my room? We shall need a real arena, fitting such a battle…”

[Nightsangel]

The night vixen could feel the hate, the rage coursing through her veins. Sadness was in her eyes as well as she watched her son prepare for battle with his father. Shaking her head as they left Salil’s opulent room, Sivi couldn’t help but sigh softly to herself. She knew the day would come when she would have to confront her father about her horrible childhood. The misery, the sadness, the helpless feeling she felt when she couldn’t save anyone dear to her.

Draistol though perverted had been an awkward source of comfort, turning her feelings of being weak into strength. Where she had been unprotected she now had her magic. She knew she no longer was a child, but forlorn feelings still remained, the control, the wrenching grasp her father had, she, had used her rage about that to gain the magic she had today. The spells she would use to show her father that she no longer was the frail scared little girl she had been in the past.

Steadying herself, as a monk appeared in the narrow silent halls, it was a woman her hair golden in the dim lights, she wore a flowing brown robe and her blue eyes shone with secret knowledge, as if on cue her musical voice exclaimed “A battlefield has been prepared for you all. We had a feeling Master Mizami would want to practice his skills! He’s always been restless since he was a child! Never able to sit still, always studying, always learning! Always training, we were surprised at this, but then again he is an intelligent man. He wanted to absorb knowledge since the time he could speak!” her eyes were sparkling as she led the party to a black shining portal. Motioning with her hand she said softly “It's right here! Good luck to you all!” She then departed giving Salil a soft smile and nod, before she scurried back in the shadow’s of the citadel’s halls.

Salil gave the retreating woman’s form a warm smile, flexing his claws he murmured “Thank you Setsuna…” he then went through the portal into the battlefield, his form disappearing into the vortex.

Sivienna went next, a harsh look on her face as she felt the the tug around her navel as the gate pulled her through. It felt like a few minutes past, as the night angel could feel the dizzying feeling of the portal spitting her out.

Landing unevenly on her feet, the beauty pulled out her pack, growling low, she pulled out her dragon bone claws, staring at them, she muttered “I thought I wouldn’t need anything….I thought this would just be a happy reunion between my son and his father, but no, my father had to ruin the whole thing.”

A dark laugh echoed through the area as the portal spit Raoul out with a loud OOMPH sound. Brushing himself off he said callously “Afraid my dear daughter? You should be, even with what your perverted master taught you, you’ll never be able to defeat me! You're my child and no matter how your strength grows, I shall always be your superior!”

Sivi glared daggers at her father, before her lavender orbs examined the battlefield before her, she could see that the monks had designed a place built for speed and quick fighting. The gurgle of softly flowing stream could be heard somewhere off in the distance. The soft feel of green grass could be felt under the vixen’s booted feet. A gentle breeze played with the hem of Sivienna’s flowing purple frock, her eyes still skimmed over the place where she would finally release all of her childhood aggression. She could see rocks, gray, but dull in all shapes and sizes littering the field, and to top it all of, a moon the shape of a round clear coin could be seen shining its pale blue light onto the arena.

Once her assessment of the battleground was complete, she turned to her dad’s form. Flexing her claws agilely, she hissed “No dad, I”m not afraid! I”ve been through hell since I left! Learned how to care for myself and I won’t let you control me anymore! Nor will you kill me!”

Lord Mizami slammed his cane swiftly into the ground, his own lavender orbs darkening considerably as his aura pulsed menacingly, in a suave voice he cooed “Then come show me when you’ve learned my dear! We shall see if it's enough!!”

A scream left the vampiress’s lips, as she charged swiftly at her father’s lean form, a quick claw swipe was aimed at Lord Mizami’s shoulder, before she aimed a roundhouse kick at his stomach. She then jumped back her claws at ready for what her father would do next.

The cane rose agilely, easily blocking the claw slash, a smug grin was on Raoul’s lips as he hissed “Too easy SIvi, didn’t Draistal teach you any better?” he then began to chant softly under his breathe, the moonlit sky darkening as he began his spell, in a dark voice he muttered “You’ll regret never obeying my rules Sivi!”

[Dissinger]

“I thought you said we were fighting?” Salil slashed again, only to watch his father once more slide out of the Dhampir’s way. A growl of irritation left his lips as he crowed, “Pull your weapons and face me!”

“Make me Salil,” Seth replied. A slash sailed over his back and with a step inside Salil’s reach a gauntlet clad fist rocked the boy’s head back. Seth clicked his tongue and hissed, “You call yourself a fighter yet you're not even using your full potential...you have all those weapons and you refuse to fight with them.” Salil growled out of frustration and swung wildly at Seth, who punched the boy once more and shook his head, “You'd be dead at least five times already Salil. Thayne bless it kid, pull your head out of your ass and fight! This showmanship is costing you.”

Salil took a more defensive position and growled, “I have no clue what you mean!”

“Hromagh blessed you with two feet, two knees, two elbows, two hands, and a head to figure out what the fuck I'm trying to teach you Salil,” Seth chided and he punch his son in the gut and shrugged his shoulders, punching the kid again, “Jomil should be blessing you too, you're not so dumb as to not see my issue with your fighting. I don't hate that you're bad, I hate that you're sloppy. That’s what happens when you just go around murdering and playing at actually knowing how to fight.”

Salil was rocked by the punches and threw another one in frustration which Seth lazily dodged again. The claws scraping against a boulder and sending flashes into the night. He slashed, hoping to box Seth in who yawned and avoided yet another blow. The Demon shaking his head before Salil finally hissed, “Stop toying with me and fight! I asked you to fight!”

“You asked me to play, we’re playing Salil. You wanted this so badly you could taste it, now you got buyer’s remorse. Not my fault kid, you just suck at what you’re trying to do,” Seth pushed a clawed gauntlet away and shook his head clicking his tongue, “If I thought you needed the help, I would have shown up faster. As it is, I don’t have time to teach you everything you need…not today…”

Something seemed to shift in the man who suddenly began a new flurry of attacks. Seth could feel the murderous intent behind them as he slashed, and finally began kicking, and elbowing and kneeing at the thief who kept barely a step before the boy. His frustration was beginning to leach through as the man went all out and slammed a clawed fist at the thief. Seth moved his head to the side as the gauntlet broke a chunk of the boulder off, the rocks tumbling down the side.

“No, I refuse to play second fiddle to Samantha. I refuse to be tossed aside like Serenity,” Salil hissed. Seth’s eyes widened at the proclamation and the Dhampir hissed behind his mask, “Oh yes, I know all about Haven and what you did there. I know Herald, but that’s for another time. You were supposed to be here for me, and you insist on playing games Seth Dahlios!”

He slashed out, his speed getting too fast for the demon, as the clawed gauntlet moved to clutch the man’s father by the throat sparks flashed into the night once more as Salil saw his gauntlet gripping the blade of a knife, Lavinian in make, lacking a proper hilt like most daggers. No light gleamed off its polished blade, and Salil followed it to the eyes of his father who showed a fire in them, that fire he desired to test himself against.

Salil grinned behind his mask and spoke, “There you are...we meet at last Demon…”

[Nightsangel]

Darkness was filling the moon shrouded field, the chilling feeling of a shadow watching you was hovering over the night vixen’s form, as she felt frozen in place. It felt like her form was rooted to the spot, the charge she wanted to make at her father was not coming. Something was wrong, it felt like she was a child again, scared to do anything that would make her father made.

Her lavender orbs glared razor sharp at her father as she hissed “What are you doing father? Your chilling the air...or is this all in my mind? Why am I scared of your magic? God damn it!”

Raoul laughed chillingly, his aura darkening around him as he said smoothly “Oh my dear child, you’ve never seen me battle have you? No, you always were kept away training, or learning how to take care of yourself under a master I deemed appropriate! Didn’t you ever wonder why House Mizami was feared my sweet angel? Why no other house would attack you or your mother when you were out and about? It was because they all feared the master of its domain! Now you shall see just how strong I am my sweet little girl, and to you’ll find your skills are no match!” he then closed his eyes a dark black portal appearing before him, the sound of loud stomps could be heard as a large bright red burst of flame spewed forth from the portal.

The owner of said fire soon made itself known, as a large crimson demon appeared, its huge leathery bat-like wings flapping as it exited the vortex that gave it life. A low growl issued from its lips as it boomed out “You called master? What is thy bidding?”

Lord Mizami smiled easily as he murmured “Kill my daughter Amon. There is no need to restrain yourself! You're free to do as you please!”

Smoke issued from the devil’s thin mouth, his eyes lighting up at the prospect of a kill, turning to face the slim beauty before him he said mockingly “She’s just a slip of a thing master! She shouldn’t be much of challenge!”

Raoul smiled saying softly “Then go and do my bidding, my devil!”

Amon started to walk easily toward Sivienna, his claws flexing eagerly at the thought of fresh blood being spilt.

Sivi meanwhile growled angrily, her lavender orbs darkening as she spat “Fuck you father! God, no wonder all the other houses feared you! You play dirty! You don’t give anyone else a chance!” closing her eyes Sivienna begin to chant swiftly under her own breathe, a purplish-black vortex forming in front of her as twin howls could be heard. Flames begin to lick around her own portal as a pair of darkness fire wolves appeared in front of their mistress. The fear that had moments before been coursing through her body disappearing as her determination to fight her father took its place.

The exotic dancer ran her hands over the wolf thick silky black-red fur. No words were spoken as she urged with her touch for her wolves to attack, she knew they might not be a watch for her father’s creature, but they would at least give her enough time to perform her next trick.

She already had to pull out all her cards, plus this time her kistune was preoccupied helping Seth with their son, so she did not have her to distract her father. The air around her begin to grow warmer as she began chanting under her breathe, a much larger portal wispy in appearance beginning to form.

Her creatures begin to snap and claw at Amon, the demon in return parrying back and slashing. A breeze, hot and humid now begin to blow across the field as the creatures clashed, howls and roars echoing menacingly around the once peaceful battleground.

Raoul laughed as he hissed “Oh sweetie, you really are trying to show me your strength aren’t you? Well, it's obvious to me you’ll fall, your magic level is no near match to mine! Plus I know Draistol never had time to teach you all the secrets of your darkness fire magic! You’ll lose simply because of that and you're too soft my innocent child! You don’t have the hate and rage needed to wield this magic!”