Firus Envy

Manuel To Da Rescue!

What a day! I woke up with a feeling of elation, ready to take down the Knights of Old again, to show them they were not better than us. However that feeling changed when I was confronted with a group of them that seemed to not follow the code of the KOO. One of them in particular took me under there wing, making sure I knew the ways of right and justice. I quickly knew my former allies were tricking me this whole time. ho really kills people for fun, honestly? I switched sides faster than a jumping refried bean in a hot pan. We fought valiantly even into the fire breached city. My new ally, Fredric, told me to show how brave I was and save people and bring them to the safe house. I scoured burnt building, taking sweltering heat to show my new friend that I am not simply a nobody, I was someone who could be a KOO, someone who was ready for the fight. I am ready, Manuel is ready.

Answers with no Questions

I am a fool – a naïve, trusting, utter simpleton. The journey to this world so far has been nothing short of a rousing adventure. I have a “protector” by the name of Gaz’adrias, who seems to think I’m someone who needs to be looked after. He claims to be an angel, and though I’m not sure if he actually is or not, his green hair and glowing skin lend strength to his claim. He found me in the desert and has been following me ever since, though my blood boils to have someone watching my every step and expecting me to be of some sort of importance to the balance of the world when I know I am not. I was traveling through the desert when he found me and he has been tagging along ever since. This is also where we discovered a portal underneath a Hawthorne bush. Strange, to say the least. I was intrigued at the secretive nature of the passage and at the magics that were at work in the portal. Unable to figure out exactly where it led, I decided to let my instincts and love of adventure guide me and jumped in headfirst to try and ascertain exactly where the magic led to and what it was doing there. The thrill of danger and near death, while frightful and something to be avoided to most, is a powerful addiction for me. I got a lot more than I bargained for, though. The land we came to is not on any of the maps that I have ever seen. I wonder if we have made it to another world entirely.

When we arrived in the new area, for Gaz’adrias had apparently jumped in the portal after me, it was more strange than I had anticipated. The government officials here are infuriating! We managed to find our way to a small town, starving and bedraggled due to the government “tax collectors” outright stealing the money they needed to survive, in the form of “taxes waged”. Hah! I’d like to show a few of them exactly where they can go – there is a lovely layer of the Abyss that would do just perfectly. But enough of that. The short of it is, we wandered through a few areas trying to get our bearings and figure out where in the world we were. It was exciting – between impersonating some knights and managing to escape an attempt at being poisoned, I was having the time of my life. Except for this annoying knight who keeps following us around.

Anyway. We made it to one of the major cities, by the name of Draktinin. We managed to sneak a free night at the inn by pretending to be Knights of Old. The only drawback was that we had to give a musical performance at the inn. Good thing old Gaz has a flare for the dramatic. He had the audience dangling at his fingers. I think I might be beginning to admire his determination a bit. We spent the night there, only to be given a mission the next day to investigate why a number of Knights of Old were disappearing in the city. Feh! I didn’t really see the need but Gaz seemed to think it was a good idea. I went along with it – maybe there would be a reward. I could use some of the local currency – everyone here freaks out when I pull out a simple piece of gold. What we didn’t bargain for was a very valiant attempt on our lives, following which we escaped into some odd dungeon, whereupon we managed to release some ages-old evil wizard bent on world domination…or maybe destruction. Just goes to show you can’t trust a pretty face and a plea for help. Last time I ever do something for anyone out of the goodness of my heart. The she-witch tricked us into releasing her by claiming that she had gotten trapped “accidentally”. When she was free she transformed into the wizard and flew away, laughing maniacally! I was okay with what had happened up to this point – I wasn’t planning on sticking around to mess with this wizard anyway. It wasn’t my fault he got released! We’ll find the most convenient way home and go back. Gaz’adrias’s saying that I’m meant to “save the world” is a load of crap anyway. Hah!

But oh – it gets worse. This time the victim wasn’t just some random people I didn’t know in a world I didn’t care for – this time the person getting hurt was me. I have neglected mentioning it up to this point, but during the course of trying to figure out what in the Nine Layers of the Abyss was going on with the Knights of Old, we bumped into a very old, very creepy-sounding man by the name of Claude. Suffice it to say that he is most definitely not what he seems. He turns out to be some sort of demon, which I find rather funny. I expected Gaz to put up some sort of horrific fight or at least some heated exchange. But no; he didn’t care. Sigh. I expected a demon, of all things, to be…well…demonic. But this demon was good! Heh! Can you believe it? He kept getting upset at the most bizarre things. Like taking out one of those bastard tax collectors and throwing him down a pit. Or not wanting to go “protect the town”. Whatever – at least he was decent in a fight and had managed to save my life a few times. I began to appreciate his determination, not to mention his gorgeous looks. Then SHE happened. The she-witch, Carlita somehow spliced our souls together. We can’t be separated by more than forty feet or so; no matter how hard either of us tries. I was so upset at first! I HATE being constrained – being caged. And this damn do-gooder demon would only be upset at my actions; I would have to live with his criticisms. I seriously contemplated pulling out a dagger and putting one of us out of our misery – preferably him – but I’m no match to him in close combat.

The next day we began to argue over being tied together. After a number of choice words I discovered that I sort of understood his point of view. In fact, though it didn’t work for me, I could see some of why he did what he did. My kind in general, and me more than most, tend to feel our emotions in extremes. All love or hate and nothing in between. I’ll admit that this handsome looks and the though of being with someone so intrinsically dangerous roused my interest. When the feeling seemed to be reciprocated, feelings became heated and suffice it to say that the burning house where we were bonded will never be quite the same again. In the moment, all I wanted was him – was to be together for an eternity. I felt connected, whether through the spell or something else, more connected than I had ever felt with anyone.

But I told him I loved him. That is where it all began to go downhill. I knew I shouldn’t have said it – didn’t say it very loudly. Hadn’t even meant to say the feelings in my deepest heart as of yet. But I did say it. The panic-stricken look in his amber-hued eyes and his silence were all the answer I needed. He didn’t love me, regardless of what my feelings were. He had shared what an incubus actually was and I was a fool to think that his actions were anything more than an outpouring of his basic being – was a fool to hold the fragile hope of something returning such an intrinsically weak sentiment as love. Especially an incubus! Hah! I was naïve, trusting fool to have let myself be so overswept by the emotions of the moment that I shared what I have never shared with anyone. He had slept with thousands – had told me so himself. What made me think I was any different. While I might have said the words a little early, his denial of them still hurt; I felt my insides turn to ice and my heart shatter; broken. I vowed there and then to never let another in as close to me – to become as vulnerable as I had just become; to slip behind the mask of bravado and nonchalance that I always kept up. He had had his chance and he had not taken it. No one else would have the opportunity. He was the same as all of the others I had met. It was useless to try and reach out and connect with someone; to stick your neck out and try and help someone else – all it did was leave you open for attack, leave you vulnerable. Love – hah! Who needed love anyway. That book was resoundingly slammed shut; no question in my mind as to what Claude truly felt. But my life was still my own. I would find the secrets of magic; attain the power I sought. The others don’t matter. The bond that ties us will soon be broken and then I will be free once more to do what I wish. Power is all that matters and when the world recognizes the power and the authority that I would make my own I would have all that I could ever want. I would be happy. I would, at the least, be in control. I’m actually happy that this experience with Claude happened when it did. I will know what never to do again.

Questions with no answers.

The new day has offered little clarity to me. While my body has been alive for over two thousand years, my new state of mind is only a hundred years old. I feel like an entirely different person than who I use to be, though there are parts of my past that unfortunately I cannot ignore.

Love is almost a foreign concept to me. I was told by many of my ‘lovers’ that they loved me but the words never touched my heart. Without a soul all the heart is, is an organ that keeps blood pumping through a being. I never dreamed that anyone other than my priestess would love me. The love I had for her was just beginning to blossom, I lost her before I could explore the fleeings stirring in my heart.

When I met Sere love was the last thing on my mind. I found myself in a strange new world and I was not sure why. I took on three aliases and I used those disguises to learn about the world. Like with any world, my kind is not exactly welcome. Though I use “my kind” loosely because I am not sure what I am any more. That being said, I doubt that most people would believe that a demon of all creatures could be redeemed. So I charmed people, shared stories and tales and learned about this world but I never befriended anyone. It was too dangerous to take that risk.

That is until I heard of an organization called the Knights of Old. From what I have seen and heard they believe in goodness and protecting the lands and being kind and fair. This is what I strive to be now. I want to be a good person, I want to become the being that my priestess envisioned. My hope is that I continue to good deeds and help those I come across, all the demonic blood inside of my will change and I will be a truly good being. I ran into Sere and Gaz while I was trying to discover more information on the Knights of Old. They were holding a ceremony to celebrate the end of a pilgrimage.

I wasn’t fond of either of them at first. Gaz is a glowing green being that is literally an angel sent from the celestial planes to protect Sere. Needless to say I was nervous around him because our kind are mortal enemies. Sere..I’ve never seen a creature like her before. Her hair looks like it is made of flames because of the brilliant colors in it and how soft and free flowing it is. Her skin is even darker than my own, it is a dark charcoal color, and the warmth of her skin..ah, I didn’t notice how warm it was until the other evening. I didn’t have a chance to take in her looks, I was too distracted by the poor attitude she had. She was not very sociable and her words could be less than kind. Though I wasn’t exactly that charming myself. I was in my old man disguise and on more than one occasion I was called creepy. Some how I won them over or at least they were willing to let me help on one of their Knights of Old adventures.

To make a long story short; I revealed my true form to them, we fought our way out of an arena, stumbled upon an ancient laboratory, and we set free an ancient evil. Whoops. We informed one of the higher ups in the Knights of Old about what had happened and we lead a task force to the arena we fought in. Originally we were lured there under the guise that the dock it was in was holding a private party for the Knights of Old. Needless to say, that wasn’t the case. There was lots of fighting and brave heroics and we were victorious.

That was one of two battles we engaged in, almost back to back. During that time Sere start to trust me more and we had a couple of heart-to-hearts. I found myself enjoying her company more and more and we even danced together at one of the celebration and started to communicate with each other via my telepathy. Things were going great until we came across Carlita, who is the sorceress we set free. Though now I think that the actual Carlita was being used a vessel for some greater evil power. After we defeated the sorceress hench man, my allies tracked her down to an alley. I wasn’t there at the time because I was trying to raise the morale of the villagers who had recently lost their homes and loved ones (When we left the arena and stepped outside, we found the village in chaos. It was being attacked by trolls). Sere was off looting the bodies of the dead! And to make things worse, when I caught up to them she was screaming and yelling at this frightened woman who was shaking on the ground and she was curled up. A few kind words on my part was all it took to comfort her. I lead her to the Inn and asked the Knights of Old to look after her. I can understand why Gaz and Sere were not kind at first, the woman was none other than Carlita. I detected good on her and she gave off the aura of someone who is kind and good.

I cannot recall entirely what was said next but at some point I ended up getting into an argument with Gaz and Sere. I think it was because I criticized their approach and Gaz pointed out my past and struck a raw nerve with me. I told them that I was done and I went to leave them to their business. I did not get very far..I took no more than 40 steps and I walked into an invisible wall. I could sense magic in the air and when I honed in on it I discovered that the two of us are now soul bonded!

The next morning Sere and I were walking to the market place and she suddenly whirled around and informed me that just because there was some bond forged between us; she was not going to do whatever I wanted. I told her that I was not about to let her chaotic nature taint my soul. I had worked too hard to leave behind the monster I once was. I was surprised to see hurt in her eyes and even though my redemption is something I am very passionate about, the hurt in her eyes was enough to fan the flames building inside of me. I apologized and I opened up to her and she opened up to me as well. I don’t know what came over me but I saw her look at me with eyes of adoration and I reached over to touch her cheek. Suddenly she was crying and she tried to run away from me. Poor Sere, she forgot about the invisible wall that was create because of our bond and she slammed into it and crumpled to the ground. I quickly ran over to her side and scooped her up in my arms. She was a mess of emotions and I couldn’t understand a word that she spoke. So I used a calming emotion spell to help soothe her wild emotion. It worked and suddenly the two of us realized how close we were to each other.

I was a fool and I had to know right then and there if the adoration I saw in her eyes was real. I told her that I would not hurt her, that I would not play games with her..and then I kissed her. It was like nothing I had ever experienced person. There was rush of warmth that flooded my body and her lips tasted so sweet, I couldn’t help myself. I wanted more, so much more. And the passion behind her kiss told me that she too wanted more. The two of us found an abandoned home that was still smoldering from the previous evenings attack. At the time I did not think it was very romantic but now that I think about it; she’s a fire elf. It probably reminded her of home. Out of everything that happened next, two things truly surprised me. One was when she asked me to be in my true form. She did not want to make love to me in the handsome human form that so many women desire and wish to bed; she wanted the demon. I hesitated for a long time but her words were so loving and genuine that I shifted to my true form. I can still feel her soft caresses on my wings, my entire body shivered.

The world has never been more alive to me than it was when our limbs were tangled in each others and my lips explored all of her heated skin. The colors seemed so much more vibrant and the emotions and sensations that ran through me were intensified by ten fold. It was like living in another plane of existence all together. I felt like I could spend an eternity in that little burned down room and I would live an eternity of bliss. But sadly I am still trying to comprehend my emotions and I was not expecting her to say what she said next. Her head was in my chest and in a very soft, very small voice, she told me that she loved me.

And I panicked. Oh gods, how I panicked. A thousand anxious thoughts rushed through my mind and I stupidly told her that we should probably head back. I could see the pain in her eyes, I could feel the walls that I had torn down rebuild themselves around her. She told me thank you and then she left and returned to the others.

Could this be love? Could the feelings I have inside of me be just that? I don’t know what to think. I am afraid that the feelings are being created by the bond the two of us share and once it’s gone, she will go back to seeing me as a creepy monster. I am also afraid that my priestess will see this as a betrayal. Love is suppose to last for a life time and extend to the heavens, isn’t it? If I love someone else, am I betraying her? Am I dishonoring my memory? I have so many questions and no answers. And the only person I could talk to about this is the one person I can’t talk to about all of this.

Siiigh. I need to figure this out soon. Normally when I am writing I feel jovial and I like to throw in some humor but now if it was not for the guilt I feel; I would feel empty.

I've gone and made a mess..

You would think that the least of my concerns in a new world filled with peril would be romance, right? But it seems that no matter how much of my true nature I try and deny, part of it always rears it’s ugly head. I mean really..I should be worried about my life! I should be worried that someone will discover what I am. Infernal, I should be worried about the crazed sorceress we released into the world!

But instead I let my emotions get the best of me with one of my fellow adventurers. Someone who apparently is meant to save the world. I should not act on emotions that I do not fully understand. No matter how strong they are. No matter how wonderful they are. I—sigh. I should rest and I will write more in the morning when my head is clearer and I’ve had the chance to properly reflect on what has transpired.

Mizuyaki, if you can hear my prayers; please answer them.

It Begins...

At first I was happy to be assigned my new mission. I mean, hey, this time I get to guard something that can talk back! Well, then I met her , my new ward. Now I really don’t know a whole hell of a lot about Fire Elves, but do they typically chase small reptiles for food? Because thats what she was doing when we first encounter each other. She was so caught up in the chase that she didn’t even notice the big, green haired, glowing guy not but five feet from here until I spooked her with the word “hello”.

I wish I could begin to understand the events that kicked into motion mere moments after our first words. All I do know is that I’m never picking a flower again. Some how we’ve come to be lost in a world not ours. Did the portal send us to another plane? Or maybe a different continent? I really have no way of knowing at the moment, but I hope to find out soon. This new land is, to but it gently, weird.

We haven’t learned too much about the place other than townsfolk are phobic of gold and that “tax-collector” is code for “evil bastards” around here. I was called a demon, a foul servant of the abyss. I found a small amount of humor in that honestly. Then I discovered the so called priest couldn’t read the Divine Words of his little book. Eh, can’t blame him for being stupid I guess.

So now, after a quick encounter with some tax collectors, a campy knight, a naked old man, an elven witch that admitted trying to poison us and a round of Epic Oratory from yours truly on the dangers of turtles we find ourselves in a large city.

I’ld wish for a guardian angel, but seeing as thats what I am it would be kind of an odd thing to pray for…

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