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Deniel Decayuss Thornman. It was an unusual name, to say at least. Elizabeth had to admit, that it was the first time in her life in which she heard of someone whose name was, in awfully many ways, similar to "Denial". She had heard peculiar names in Pergrande; she was lucky, she had a rather normal name; like everyone in her family, except her mother, who, to be honest, had an excuse for it; she was from Desierto, so the name Sheba was rather normal name, by their standards. Regardless; Deniel was, by any means, a peculiar, perhaps unique name. But it was not ugly, not at all. At least he appeared proud of his name; he said it with such pride that Elizabeth could not think anything else. While she, she muttered her name, almost with shame, not willing people to recognise her. Those who knew her name could easily relate her with "Troublesome person" or "Assassin", without even knowing her. Without having seen her once. Knowing her name and history was enough.

His choice of drink made her smirk. She had never tasted any strawberry alcohol, but, well, she judged those that chose it. In a not particularly nice way. Oh well. Everyone had his own taste. Who knew. Perhaps his alcoholic drink was stronger than her? Who knew. Who knew. He seemed friendly and outgoing; or at least enough to make the bartender forget about the blue eyed stone-hearted woman that sat next to him, and that had scared him off at ease earlier. He was, in short, perhaps a bit too friendly for her. Although she had been like him, or appeared like him, before. Now, she could not even start a conversation without scaring someone off or hissing. Like a snake.

It seemed to be that it was the first time the man tasted the strawberry alcohol he had given. Rising an eyebrow, Elizabeth shook her head slightly, smirking. He had never tasted anything like it, or so it seemed, and yet he demanded to be given such thing so enthusiastically? Deniel must have been a hundred percent sure that the alcohol would be worth the money. She admired that, truly. If someone told her to buy something she had never tasted, she'd think it twice before even taking out her money to buy it. But he? He didn't think it twice. Respectable.

Hah. She grinned, taking the glass to her lips, the liquid in it dissapearing at last. The bartender glanced at it, then at the redhead. He was obviously willing to ask her if she wanted it re-filled... But was not brave enough. Poor man. Feel free to fill it again, sir. Same as before. The barman swiftly took her glass from in front of her, turning on his heels to take the same bottle of whiskey as before, before pouring the exquisite liquid into her glass and sliding it back to her, without even muttering a word. How curious. Have I fallen as low as to be compared with the type of people I despise most? No, I am not a dark mage. In fact; I hunt them down. That's a part of my job, to say. She said, her voice clear, a bored tone added to the coldness. This conversation was interesting, it was amusing. But she'd never show that. She'd rather just keep experimenting, see until what point she can reach, when he will finally figure out that she may be a psychopath, when he'll get scared of her at last. I'd rather keep everyone as my enemy, instead of my friend. People will get hurt if they remain with me. I'd rather have people avoid me, than befriend me. I sound so depressed... How petty.

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A smile appeared on Elizabeth's lips. He was right; his words did not lack reason nor coherence, but she knew and stood her point. She was, after all, who knew best. She realised what she could do, she was conscious of her fate, and what would happen if she fell to insanity. Which she would. The first one to fall in such case, would be those that were close to her. She was not to be taken in the wrong sense; she adored fun. Or used to. Before her lineage had been unlocked, she was always out, with friends, or with her lovers. She was always out, with people she liked. But once she received her powers, once her mind began getting corrupted, she changed. She realised she could no longer be around people and expect nothing to happen. She was bound to hurt people. So she would rather keep the most away from her in order to lessen the casualties of war.

His serious voice had surprised her. A lot. She had not expected him to get all serious, but he had. His words intrigued her. He had known someone that was like her? Someone that feared hurting those around him, or her, too? She had stupidly assumed that only she felt this insanely ridiculous fear of hurting others that remained too near. His serious tone did not last long, though. As soon as he stopped talking, it seemed to dissapear; for the next thing he said, it was no longer with the eerie, serious tone had faded, his old one reappearing. With a sigh, she absorbed everything he said, listening closely and carefully planning her next words. He was a logical man, his words did not lack reason, and thus, it would be harder for her to stand her point. Fun... She muttered, taking a small sip from her whiskey. She should not get drunk. At least, not tonight. I used to be different. Very different. She said softly, her eyes focused on the drinks before her for a few seconds, before she turned to Deniel, her electric blue eyes turning their focus to him. You see, my magic corrupts my mind. Every time I use a spell, the only thing I can feel is an insane thirst for blood, a will to kill and get rid of my enemies in the most painful way possible. It offers great power, in exchange of going insane, and meeting the fate of its first bearer. Well, progressively losing your sanity. The sole thoughts that go through your mind while using any spell just makes you slowly go insane. Elizabeth explained, her tone, still much, much softer than before, acquired a rather bored, serious tone to it as she explained how her magic and mind worked. Why was she even doing this? Explaining herself to a stranger? Before I acquired these powers, I was a very friendly person. A flirt, even. I loved spending time with other people, mostly handsome men. Don't get me wrong, I simply adored having fun. I spent ninety percent of the time out with people. But... Having in mind what I am and what I will do, I'd rather stay away from people, and avoid hurting them in the future. She looked down, bringing the glass back to her lips. Thank you for the compliments, though. It has been a lot since someone has told me things like this... A small smile drew on her face for a few as she glanced at Deniel. He was, quite, the curious person.

However; soon enough, his voice went serious, sharp, strict, making the smile fade from her lips. He was like her. According to what he said; he was like her. He too had been afraid of hurting people, yet now he acted like this. He had managed to control it. Yet, how many people had he hurt, until he had managed it? Deniel, the darkness is a part of me. I'm the descendant of the Master of Shadows for a reason.

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Perhaps... I am the wrong one here?

Never has Elizabeth hesitated in her own beliefs. Never. So strongly has she always believed in her ideas, that it took a mental mastermind to convince her that she was wrong; and that there were other ideas who perhaps made more sense, other beliefs that were right. But yet; here she was, hesitating about if her attitude so far had been correct. Closing herself in a shell and cutting off all the ties she had, stopping herself from all the activities she did before, was that correct at all? She sure could snap at any moment, but, could she, if she was not using her magic? The shadows' whisper ceased when she was not using her magic, the dark thoughts faded in the background. Perhaps... Perhaps she was wrong. Just plainly wrong. Running her long, pale fingers through her soft, red locks, the redhead sighed and stared at Deniel as he spoke. She was a rather logical person, and had sat for hours, closed in her house, before she took a decision to isolate herself from the world. A decision thought with hours, and hours, had been bashed within a few seconds, by a series of arguments that simply destroyed hers. Arguments that, also, came from a person similar to her. Someone who had closed himself in a shell, fearing that he could hurt those that were precious to him, and yet had managed to overcome his weakness. And nobody had been hurt... Right?

If Deniel could do it, so could she. She would not fall to insanity as easily, she would not meet Zed's fate without putting up a good fight beforehand. She hated admitting that other people were right. Pride was, without doubt, quite irritating, but it was a part of who she was. She was a prideful person. Someone who denied help, who never admitted others were right and she was wrong. Simply put: a horrid person. But yet, Deniel was right. His arguments were perfectly fine and legit; more than some of hers. The fact that he had went through this, and was still there, perfectly sane, spoke for itself too. If she were to start a serious discussion with him, right there and then, she'd be the losing side. I... She remained quiet for a moment, playing with the glass of whiskey, looking for the correct words to say. You're right... I guess. Your arguments have beaten mine to the ground, so to say... Nicely done. Not a lot of people would have dared to go this far. A small smile spread on her lips, a chuckle threatening to escape due to how he had finished off his drink in a single sip. Did he think that she drank alcohol slowly for fun?That guy was fun, without doubt. She seriously doubted, though, that he had ever really seen alcohol in his life, judging by how he finished an alcoholic drink, that he tasted for the first time, mind you, in no time. That; or he had insane alcohol resistance. Lucky.

The change in music did not go by unperceived by Elizabeth. The redhead looked up as the music playing in the background suddenly changed to a much more upbeat, instrumental melody would sound through the luxurious bar. People from left and right began rising from their seats, asking others out on a dance, the marble floor thought for this soon getting filled with teenagers and couples dancing to the music, facing their companion. In no time, the dance floor had been flooded by the large number of couples and others, dancing and laughing, enjoying their time alongside their loved ones or friends. Her attention focused on the crowd on the dance floor, Elizabeth, although she always pretended to be alert, did not even notice as Deniel stood up and positioned himself right in front of her, holding out his right hand. It was when she heard his voice that she turned to him, his question intriguing her, and yet, amusing her. With a small laugh, she placed her little hand in his, rising from her seat. Oi, shut up. I told you too much, didn't I? For the first time in a while, her eyes did not have the same cold, hatredful stare as always. They looked normal, innocent, eyes that nobody would suspect they belonged to an assassin. Oh well. I guess one dance with a handsome guy can't hurt...

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 Elizabeth was no expert in dancing. Oh, no. She was far, very far from being an expert. Her strength was in the battlefield; she could dance, with weapons. Not literally, of course, but her style, the techniques she used in battle, and the moves she performed simply made it look as if she was  performing some complex dance, which, while atonishing the enemies with its beauty and complexity, also slit their necks. A surprise bonus, to say. But actual dancing? That was going to be hard. And embarrassing. Oh well. At least he was, in many ways, still a stranger; and the chance of them meeting after this night again was not big... Right? Was she correct? Perhaps. And perhaps not. Only time would show that.

With a small smile, the redhead followed Deniel to the dance floor as his fingers closed around her small hand, leading her alongside him. It was pleasant to have some sort of closeness with another human being once again, Elizabeth had to admit. The months she had spent isolated in her little shell, she had avoided any type of contact with other human beings, be it physical or anything else, so she had forgotten how amusing it could be. But now she realised how much she had missed physical contact with other humans. But that was definitely not her only thought at the moment. Her mind, usually swarmed with thoughts of murder and blood, now was occupied by a rather trivial question: How the hell was she supposed to dance. What's more; how was she supposed to dance on heels. That was hard. Like hell.

Oh, I'll fail so bad. How the heck am I supposed to do this...? Her confusion and worry did not show on her face, thankfully. Her expression remained blank, with only a small, almost unnoticeable smile on her lips as Deniel held both of her hands when they finally found a place for them to dance comfortably, without having to worry weather they'd hit with the nearby dancing couples or not. Using the moment Deniel dedicated to hesitating, Elizabeth quickly glanced around her, her eyes scanning the dancing females around her, analyzing every movement their feet did, every twist and turn, they way they held hands with their partners, their bodies pressing against that of their loved ones. It was curious, how they moved with such elegance on heels, and never fell, they looked marvelous. But none of them would possibly manage to lead a battle like she could, not many could wear a black, not insanely light armor and still twist and turn like she could. Different people had different talents; hers was related to battle, and theirs, to dancing.

Snapping her out of her thoughts, causing her to look back at him, Deniel placed a hand on the waist of the redhead, her attention focusing on him once again. He knew to dance? He seemed sure of what he was doing... Or was he not? She could not know. She had no other choice than trusting him, however. Seconds after he placed his hand on her small waist, the dark-haired male pulled Elizabeth towards him in a quick movement, her small body pressing against his for a second, before, with a quick, elegant movement, he sent her away, always holding her hand, like she had noticed a few others had done, twirling her in the meanwhile. She was insanely lucky. She was performing things she had never even known about before this very night, on heels, and yet she had not fallen. Perhaps years of training balance had finally given their fruits.

And to think she had always considered balance useless. She had been proven wrong once more. Twice she had been proven wrong in one night. Oh, what more expected her this incredible night? Would her beliefs about something else be crashed too? Like it mattered anyways. When one was proven wrong, it was not always bad. Balance had helped her so much, and yet she used to believe it was a useless loss of time. Never again would she be sure of something before checking it.

With a swift movement, opposite to the one executed before, Deniel brought Elizabeth back to him, his hand always holding hers, like in the other couples. They never let their hands go. Curious... Did it mean something? Perhaps it did, or maybe it did not. Elizabeth couldn't care less; her mind had to remain concentrated on the issue at hand; Dancing. Some distance was kept between the duo as they kept dancing, Elizabeth trying her best to mimic the movements of the other girls, hoping that Deniel did not notice how bad she was at this. Oh god, she was horrid. She managed to mimic the movements of the other women correctly, but still, it was simply not the same, one could easily notice that she was not the best in this, and it was perhaps one of her first times dancing. She regretted never attending a social meeting in Pergrande and dedicating her life to slicing the throats of abominations coming from Sin to invade her country.

Although, as she thought of it, the latter would be of more use than dancing. So she, perhaps, had dedicated herself to the correct thing. I had forgotten how fun this can be... Thank you. I guess.

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Trust me.

Elizabeth felt weird for an instance as those words got to her, as she heard them and understood them. Trust... A stranger? Should she really? Even if it was referred to something as trivial as dancing? He had helped her out, after all. Without expecting anything in return, he had helped her figure out that she was forbidding herself something stupidly and unnecessarily, she was just making it easier for the monster hidden within her to break from its chains and take over. While if she had fun, she did not think about her... illness so often, her mind was always busy, focused on other things and not on the demons she fled from. He pretty much had saved her. Although there was still much, much work to do in order to make her become who she was before; Elizabeth had made more progress in one night; than she had done since she achieved her magic.

Besides, would it hurt at all? She could simply blindly trust him, for one night, and stop thinking things through like she always did. Did it matter, anyways? If she was fated to be betrayed, she'd get betrayed anyways. And, it was only a dance. Nothing else. A small, fun dance, in which, although she must have been failing quite a lot, at least she was enjoying herself more than she had done the past few months. Trust you, eh, Deniel... Alright!

In another flashy, curious dance move, which Elizabeth, although getting quite surprised by it, had enjoyed, Deniel performed the same movement as before, letting her hands and sending her away from him, with a elegant, perfect twirl. Her feet moving in perfect harmony with the music, her heels not threatening to cause her to fall to the ground, for now, Elizabeth for once that night felt like she was doing it right. And that, was satisfying. As she reached the end, like last time, the black haired male did something that took the redhead by surprise, but, oh, at least it was a pleasant surprise. Lifting their connected arms up in the air, the black haired man commanded Elizabeth to twirl, the redhead obeying his order without hesitation, wondering if this all would turn well in the end, or if her heels'd fail her now. Oh, like it mattered. She was a rather shameless girl, so even if she fell... she wouldn't make a big deal out of it. After a series of twirls, their arms still connected and above their heads, Elizabeth was brought towards Deniel, his hands slipping on her waist as the redhead stopped with the endless, yet elegant, graceful twirls, and was brought close to him.

A small squeal escaping her lips as she was lifted from the ground with apparently no effort, Elizabeth couldn't help but let out a short, soft laugh while Deniel spun around, with her in his hands, up in the air. This all, she found it insanely amusing. After two or so spins, the redhead was placed back on the ground, her hands still held by Deniel as he left her down once more, a smile on her lips. A true, happy smile. Well, I never thought this could be so much fun, honestly. And to think I had thought I'd regret accepting...

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Happiness invaded Elizabeth's body, filling each and every single one of her cells with incredible joy. Oh, how she had missed the feeling of being happy, only she knew. The euphoria that filled one's body during moments as the one at hand was indescribable, and only those who had felt it, be it only once, could relate to it, and could simply describe it with a single word; amazing. Her smile not erasing from her lips, Elizabeth watched as slowly, yet progressively, what was Deniel's trademark smirk soon turned into an actual smile, the corner of his lips rising in order to make that possible, a heart-warming laughter escaping his lips moments after that, first manifesting as a simple snicker, before becoming an actual laugh. It was good that he had laughed too, that he too had smiled; because if not, Elizabeth would actually begin considering the option that she had already lost the last bit of sanity left in her.

The softer, gentle voice of Deniel took her unprepared, but at least, it was a pleasant surprise. He was thanking her; although she should be the one thanking him, not vice versa. He had saved her, in a sense, from the darkness she had fallen to, he had cleared her mind and allowed her to see the other side, to see things from a different angle and reconsider her original decision, and yet he was thanking her. Perhaps he was truly like her, and he did not experience happiness often, much like herself? Who knew. She was glad she had given him a chance, to say at least. I should be thanking you. Giving you a chance was perhaps the best decision in my life, you know. She had kept pushing strangers away from her, she had isolated herself from humanity, but one stranger had brought her to reason and had showed her that, even those who were strangers to her, could make Elizabeth enjoy the night more than anyone else; only with a single dance, at that.

Still holding her hand, Deniel pulled Elizabeth away from the dance floor under the excuse that he needed another drink. She needed another drink. Well, wanted. What was the difference anyways? She enjoyed dancing with Deniel, but... It was enough embarrassment for one night, without doubt. One day, she'd repeat it. When she wasn't so unskilled in dancing, and the only thing to save her being her observation skills.

At their seats awaited a glass of whiskey and strawberry alcohol, with brand new ice in it, as if the bartender had foreseen their return, and had prepared their favorite drinks, right in their previous locations, just to make the night even better. Without hesitating, the redhead sat on her stoll, taking the glass with whiskey in her hand, watching it carefully for a second before glancing at Deniel. Ah... I should pay the bartender extra tonight, he certainly knows what I want and when I want it. That's what I call a person that understands his job. She chuckled, passing a hand through her scarlet hair before taking the glass to her lips in order to take a small sip from the cold drink, that, without any effort at all though, could warm up one's throat in the matter of seconds. Or at least, the throats of those who were inexperienced when it came to Alcohol. Unlike Elizabeth. Before she could even notice, Deniel had finished his own drink off already, which, considering that it was a drink he had never even tasted before, was rather surprising, mostly if it was strong. Elizabeth had needed a few days to adjust to whiskey, and it wasn't all that strong, either... Compared to the other things she had drank, some of which were easily comparable to drinking rocket fuel. Hmm? Elizabeth muttered, considering Deniel's offer. She could trust him, and go alongside him to see what he wanted to show her, although, considering he was a stranger, it'd be a bit risky... But it didn't matter. It was not like she couldn't defend herself anyways. Sure, why not. I'm too curious as to say no, to be honest.

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Ah, screw it.

As Deniel told her that they should get going then, Elizabeth brought the glass to her lips, finishing whatever was left of her drink in a single sip, the expected burning feeling invading her throat as soon she finished her drink, like she had expected. It was obvious that, if she drank it too fast, it'd burn her. But it didn't matter. Her excitment, her curiosity, it grew with every seconds, alongside her desire to finally see what Deniel had in store for her, what he wanted to show her. Would it further help her with her complicated situation? Would it be fun? She felt the burning desire to know, to find out, and couldn't wait more. Leaving her glass back on the counter, the redhead reached to her purse in order to take out the money and pay, not even noticing that Deniel had already done so, that he had already proceeded to pay both his drink; and her own. It was a few seconds after that that she noticed, right when she was about to take out her own money and pay, and, to be fair, she had been fairly surprised that he even bothered to pay for her. Not many did this.

Her small hand was, once more, held by his, as the duo made their way through the crowd and towards the exit that would lead them out of the fancy local, and to wherever Deniel had in mind to take her. As the two made their way out of the bar, and into the cold night, the outside world seemed like an entirely different dimension, in many aspects differing from the warm, loud, populated bar. Outside, just like at midnight, it was colder, despite the fact that it was summer, the streets deserted and succumbed into absolute silence. Whoever left the bar, seeing the two different locations, would obviously feel like the outside was an entirely different world, due to its silence, due to the fact that there was nobody on the streets.

The chilly air caused the scarlet haired girl to shiver slightly, realizing how stupid of her it had been to leave her house with a simple skin-tight dress on. She had not thought things through, as every single time, it seemed. In battle; she went through every strategy, how every movement could possibly change the outcome of the battle, but in trivial things, such as dressing properly for the weather? She was a complete disaster in that matter. Though, the pleasant surprise came as Deniel left her hand, only to swing both of his arms above her seconds later, letting the jet black coat he had been wearing the entire time fall on her small shoulders, and protect her from the cold. The warmth invading her body, Elizabeth looked at Deniel, quickly slipping her hands inside the sleeves of the jacket, a smile drawing on her lips. She was smiling a bit too much tonight, possibly. But I did not matter, at all. Thank you.

He made her a sign in order to get her to follow him, saying that it would be best for them to get out of the city for whatever he wanted to show her, and Elizabeth couldn't help but feel a bit suspicious for a second. What exactly would he want to show her, that required them to get out of the city, away from civilization for a few? She did not know what to think. One side of her considered that she should be alert, and prepare for an attack at any moment. But... Had he not helped her? Why would he even try to fix her problems, if he would attack her later on. There was no logic in that, it was simply stupid. She did not comprehend it, and possibly wouldn't, until they got out of the city, which, as weird as it sounded, happened soon enough.

As soon as the two were out of the Rose Garden limits, Deniel turned around to face Elizabeth, his lips curved into the smirk she had seen a few times that night, explaining their purpose on coming here. He wanted to show her that everything could be controlled. A relieved sigh escaped the scarlet haired woman's mouth, barely audible for anyone. Curiosity visible in her electric blue eyes, as well as impatience, Elizabeth crossed her arms over her chest, her expression becoming slightly more serious, as she waited to see what exactly Deniel had in mind to show her. Alright, then. I'm listening closely... Or watching, same thing.

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... He would not hurt her? What did he mean with that? What would he do, that made him promise to her, tell her that he would not hurt her? The curiosity had become immense, Elizabeth's impatience and nervousness growing with each second. He said that he wanted to show her that everything could be controlled. Did... Did that mean that he had a beast to control inside him, and planned to unleash it before her? Oh, boy. Deniel took his hands out of his pockets, sprinting a few meters away from Elizabeth, away from the city. She wondered why was this needed, was it a safety measure, of sorts? Did he need space? What did he need space for?

Silence filled the air for a few seconds, leaving Elizabeth with the traitorous feeling that she was safe. Was she, really? Or was she going to get out hurt from this all. There were so many possible outcomes, so many possible ways for this all to end. Suddenly, the wind began picking up, causing Elizabeth's attention to return to Deniel immediately, the feeling of immense magic power nearby invading her, making her shiver. How... How powerful was he, exactly? Even the gras trembled from the immense power radiated from the black-haired male, causing Elizabeth's grip on her purse to tighten, her eyes switching from her usual electric blue, to blood red. It was no mechanism she used to adapt her eyes to the darkness or anything similar; it was like a defense mechanism. She, without even realising it, had caused the shadows around her to stir slightly, a nervous reaction, a defensive one, causing, obviously, her electric blue eyes to switch to their cursed, scarlet red, the color they adopted when she was using her powers. The branches of the trees behind her shuddered from the immense wave of magic power, causing Elizabeth to look at them for a second, amazed. So much magic power... Deniel was not someone new in the fields of magic. He was strong. Very strong.

A sudden burst of red light caused the redhead to drop her purse and gather shadows in her small hand, summoning forth a single shuriken made out of shadows, ready to throw it at Deniel at any moment if he dared to do anything. He had promised not to harm her. He would not harm her. Not in her territory. The shadows were her territory, one couldn't simply attack her while she was surrounded by shadows and expect a positive outcome for the battle, no. The only possible outcome in such situation was uneviatble death. Nobody that was sane enough would fight her in the shadows, and even think that he, or she, could even find her. This was her territory. The red light initially was a circle beneath Deniel, which, soon upon its apparition, turned into a eruption of both red and dark energy, surrounding the dark haired male. The light was strong, almost blinding, its glow clearly visible from the city, surely. The incredibly energy spiraled into the sky in an atonishing, mesmerizing way, before, as suddenly as it had appeared, it dissapeared.

Everything died down as suddenly as it had begun, leaving Elizabeth in the same place, dumbfounded, the shuriken still in her hand. Before the red haired mage no longer stood Deniel, she noticed, although needed quite some time to process that thought. Before her stood a tall, bulky beast, with sharp claws and greyish skin, that, the Shadow Assassin, even with her perfet vision in shadowy environments, would never be capable to see as what it was actually; scales. Soon, a pair of red eyes would meet her own, the two pairs of scarlet orbs glowing in the night. Clenching her teeth, Elizabeth's grip on the shuriken tightened, as inside her head she kept repeating the same words over and over again, trying to make herself remember that the... thing... before her, was Deniel. To some degree. This is my territory, nobody can hurt me here.... This is my territory...

I am not afraid. I have seen much worse. She stated, her voice loud and clear, not a single shake, not a single sign to show that she was hesitant, she did not know if she should run, or what. She had become the queen of deception, hiding her emotions when she wanted to was her forte. His voice was soft, deep, but much softer than Deniel's, yet... The words that left the beast's mouth, they atonished Elizabeth, making her eyes widen in surprise. Those words... Those thoughts... They were the thoughts that went through her head every time she made use of her magic, perhaps not exactly the same ones; but similar. She felt like killing people, running someone through with Illusion and Delusion, cutting someone's head off.. Were she and Deniel that similar? It was disturbing. Very disturbing. Y-you consider me a friend? She asked, confused. They had been together for merely a few hours, perhaps even less, and yet, he considered her a friend of his. Not a lot of people like him were left on Earthland. Controling the shadows that corrupt my mind seems like child's play, in comparison to this... Elizabeth muttered, dropping the shuriken she had held previously, the weapon desintegrating, becoming formless shadows once more.

When Deniel, or the creature that he had turned into, turned around, barely then did Elizabeth notice the massive beetle-like wings on his back, which suddenly began to pick up speed, the sound emmited from them similar to that of a beetle, until, as it finally reached the desired speed, apparently, the sound turned into more of a vibration, much more pleasant to the ears. Slowly processing what was happening, Elizabeth only realized what Deniel had in mind when he spoke. He was going to take her on a flight. Memories of her past, the one she fought to forget and move on from invaded Elizabeth's mind, the sight of a small, fragile-looking red-haired child telling her parents, and her brother, on the very day of her birthday, that her biggest dream was to fly. The typical child dream.

And, strange as it sounded, it had remained her dream until this very day. Wisely hidden, kept away from anyone like a shameful secret, Elizabeth still wanted to fly, one day... And now she could. Her eyes illuminated with happiness, all seriousness and sadness left behind in order to make place for the excitement and happiness, the joy of being able to finally fulfill her dream. You're taking me on a flight? Oh my, oh my.... Thank you very much. Without hesitating, the scarlet haired woman quickly climbed on Deniel's back, holding him tight, the joy clearly audible in her voice, and visible in her eyes. She was more than happy.

A sudden push, accompanied with the force of the scaled wings allowed the duo to take off from the ground and begin ascending above, towards the clouds that covered the usually clear, dark blue night sky, and above them. Elizabeth was mesmerized as she watched the ground beneath her, the city beneath her becoming progressively smaller and smaller, until the buildings, dots by then, were covered by the clouds. Looking up, Elizabeth's once again electric blue eyes met with the moon, her jaw falling. Not literally, thankfully. But, the sight, it was atonishing. Such beauty, the moon was marvelous. And it looked so near. It was so mesmerizing, so perfect. She did not want this to end.

A few instances later, Deniel proceeded to perform a slight dive, causing Elizabeth to look away from the moon, and to the sights beneath her. Mountains, lakes, seas, cities, everything was so small, so beautiful from above. The waterfalls, the lights of the more active cities, it was all so gorgeous, so atonishing, amazing. This... This is simply amazing... I can't really express how thankful I am to you for all of this, Deniel...

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AND IT'S DARK ON A COLD DECEMBER,

Elizabeth could easily get addicted to flying. Pretty easily. The magnificent sights, the incredible fealing of soaring though the skies, free as a bird, it was just too good, too good to be true. She did not want it to end, she want the feeling to continue forever. It was a shame she couldn't keep Deniel with her and ask him to take her out on a flight every once in a while, to show her the magnificent Fiore from above... But he had already done enough for her, and she was thankful. Really thankful. She couldn't ask him for more, much less something like this. He had already done enough. She should thank him for the favor he had done her somehow, repay him for all the trouble she had caused him, for all she had made him go through, starting from the talk in the bar; until their little flight.

Placing her head on Deniel's back, Elizabeth mantained her tight grip on him, hoping that it wouldn't slip somehow, and cause her to fall. With all the shadows around, giving her the ability to create a shadow clone anywhere and prevent herself from fatally faceplanting into the ground, Elizabeth would not die; but it would be a nasty experience, to remember her first flight, the completion of her childhood dream, with a nasty, nasty fall. Before she had even noticed, Deniel had headed back towards Rose Garden, willing to take her home. A few seconds were needed for the redhead to process his question and understand it, for her head was so swarmed in thoughts and ideas, that she could barely think straight. Oh? She asked, dumbfounded for a second. An instant after that, she realised what the question had been, and what she was supposed to answer. It's right in the center of the city, a light orange building. Elizabeth pointed out, looking over Deniel's wings, searching her own house. She honestly hoped she hadn't lost her keys, for Zero was out tonight to visit Zeus and ask him how all had been going. After all, once the shadows corrupted Elizabeth's mind, or began to, her access to the Thunder Realm, aside from becoming not recomendable, was forbidden. She was impure, she could not access a God's realm. Pretty legit, was it not.

Whenever the two landed, right in front of her house, Elizabeth proceeded to get off of Deniel, her hands crossed over her chest as she took her keys out, thanking all Gods that they were still with her, and turned to open the door, glancing at her dark haired companion from the corner of her eye, a small smile drawing on her lips. She knew how to thank him for all the bothers, oh, she knew so well. Thank you for everything tonight, Deniel. Elizabeth said, her hand on the door handle as she gently pushed it down, opening the door and revealing the entrance to her dark, humble home. I should give you back your coat, but... Maybe I don't to yet. A small giggle escaped her lips as she leaned against the doorframe, hands crossed over her chest, a mocking smile drawing on her soft lips. Perhaps you should come in and... try to get it back. Don't you agree.

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AND IT'S DARK ON A COLD DECEMBER,

This, oh, this was going just perfectly, like she wanted it to go. A smile drawing on her lips, Elizabeth took a small step away in order to let Deniel in inside her humble, yet always perfect home. She had to thank all gods out there for taking the decision of cleaning up her house a bit, just in case. It had certainly been a wise idea, that had proved to be of use. Her smile turning to a grin, the redhead waited for Deniel to walk inside her house calmly, before closing the door behind her, leaving behind the chilly air of the cold night, the warmth of Elizabeth's house invading both of the mages. It was always warm at night in her house, and, surprisingly, not too hot in the morning and afternoon. A small luxe she had paid for, and of which she was very satisfied, honestly.

Hands behind her back, the redhead would slowly head towards the hallway which led to three different rooms; the kitchen, its door usually closed shut, unless when either she or Zero had made their way inside to cook something, which was a rare ocassion, considering Elizabeth ate out ninty-nine percent of the time, and Zero... Zero didn't need to cook. He was a lightning beast after all. He didn't eat mortal food so to cook it; the second room the hallways led, was the living room, a comfy sofá placed right next to the door leading to the room, pretty much the entire room filled with shelves, all of them stuffed with books; and the last room, was, of course, the bedroom of the house, a king-sized bed placed against the wall that was opposing the one with the door, the moonlight that got through the window illuminating the bed perfectly, alongside the few other assets which Elizabeth kept in her bedroom.

With a small smile, the redhead proceeded to take off the jacket which Deniel had given to her, letting it slip out of her soft, small hand and fall perfectly on a nearby armchair. Her heart beating quickly from the emotions inside her, the redhead, turned around to face Deniel, the smile which earlier on had adorned her lips turning into a playful grin as she rose her hand, placing it on his shoulder, tracing a soft line going from the male's shoulder to his abdomen, her small body progessively nearing his, the only sound heard so far in the room being the sound of her heels against the floor, which she had forgotten to take off. Hm, I was thinking... Before I could let you even try to have your jacket back, I should, hm, thank you for all you have done for me. Words don't seem to always suffice in order to express one's gratitude, correct? Actions are way better to do that. Elizabeth said, her voice quiet, some of the words pronounced with a small purr added to the place where the "R"s were. Oh no, there she was again, old, flirty Elizabeth.

Her apparition could only cause a disaster. Don't you agree? She asked, yet not leaving him any time to respond as, as soon as those words left her mouth, her hand quickly traveling all the way back from his torso, where it had been tugging on Deniel's gray shirt for quite a while, back to his collar, suddenly wrapping around the collar of his shirt, bringing him near the scarlet haired girl. A mischievous smile on her lips, she didn't really waste any time in hesitation and considering if what she was doing was correct. No; she imply closed the already small gap between them, her lips crashing against his, unleashing all the passion she had locked up in her small body.

A few seconds, that seemed like an eternity, later, the redhead separated from the dark haired male, for a mere second, her electric blue eyes focused on his scarlet ones, desire perfectly visible in her blue irises. I should prove to you that I do know how to have fun, anyways... Tiptoeing, the scarlet-haired mage whispered softly the words into Deniel's ear, her body pressed against his as her hands proceeded to travel all the way back down and continue tugging on his shirt, the same mischievous smile as before on her lips. Stretching out her foot only slightly, Elizabeth proceeded to push the door of the bedroom, closing it, in order to hide whatever that was going to happen between the two mages from any possible curious sight, that wanted to take a glimpse on what the two did for entertainment. Because one was sure;

The following few hours, would be quite entertaining. At least for the two mages.