The Masked Guild // Private // Decayuss & Elizabeth

AND IT'S DARK ON A COLD DECEMBER,

A soft sigh escaping her lips, Elizabeth layed down on the bed for a second, staring at the ceiling. For a few hours, she could relax, let her body rest from the tension and everything that had gathered the past few hours, ever since she watched yet another failed group to enter the Rune Knight headquarters, severely injured. She glanced at Deniel, who took off his jacket, boots and several other accesoaries that he wore, before laying down on the bed. Running a hand through her hair, Elizabeth got up, deciding to follow his example and take off the unnecesary accesories, which, in her case, was her beloved armor, which, gladly, in the case of emergency, she could put on in the matter of minutes. Leaving the helmet on a nearby table, Elizabeth proceeded to get up, taking off her gauntlets and leaving them beside the helmet, followed by the breastplate, fauld and greaves, all of which were neatly slotted on the ground right next to the table, that was beside the bed. Left in only a pair of blue and white shorts and a white sleeveless shirt, Elizabeth returned to Deniel, laying down right next to him, a soft yawn escaping her lips. I guess it would be fine to spend a day together like normal people, not mages. Elizabeth agreed with him, a playful smile on her lips as he mentioned fun. Their type of fun. And once we're done with all this, we'll decide on what type of fun we'll have the day that we spend together. Or the night.

He wanted to know more about her. Understandeable, and Elizabeth was ready to share everything he wanted to know about her, as long as it didn't get personal. Or at least way too personal. Besides, the idea of them getting to know eachother better now, while they were waiting for the night to fall, was perfect, for the redhead, who still was interested in Deniel, how he became who he is now, and what he has gone through, definetly wanted to know more about it. Him asking for her history made her frown, though. It was crystal clear that Elizabeth was not very fond on her backstory, on her past; quite the opposite, she tried her best to forget it and banish the demons that kept haunting her. Erasing the frown from her face seconds after it appeared, Elizabeth put her elbow on the bed, holding her head with the hand, her blue eyes focused on Deniel. So you want to know about my past, what I like and what I dislike, huh? Well, I guess I could tell you a bit more about myself, about that. A moment of silence installed between the duo as Elizabeth wondered how to begin the tale of her past, and how to... skip the parts she saw convenient to skip. She was not willing to tell anyone, not even Deniel, about the sins she had commited in the past. It was, besides, a very, very long story. I was born on the 21st of December in the capital of Pergrande, a country that as you may know is located far away from Fiore, and occupies a rather vast territory. I was, and still am, matter of fact, the middle daughter in one of the richest and most important socially-wise families in the entire kingdom, My parents, mostly my father, were important nobles. As mentioned, I was the middle daughter, the second of three siblings, the oldest being my twin brother, who is merely minutes older than me, and the youngest being my sister, who was 3 years younger than me. Stopping for a second to think through her next words carefully, to decide weather the dissapearance of her brother was something she had to share, Elizabeth calmly continued speaking, her voice soft, almost nostalgic. My father was a general at the army. And at the age of twelve, he tried to get my brother; and myself, for the matter, inside the army of Pergrande, to basically make us Knights that would fight to defend their homeland. I passed through the insane exams and tests for the future knights, and became one, hence why I am such a good Rune Knight now, but my brother failed, so he kind of got pissed and ran away. He obviously got disowned for his actions, and I became the "first born daughter" of the Silvershields. And, well, since then, I fought my way through the ranks until I myself got to the position previously occupied by my father: a General. But, well, I kind of had very bad luck and did bad, bad things at the time, only to keep my beloved position. I was soon deemed a heretic too, because it was discovered that I had magical roots, that I was a descendant of a mage, and Pergrandeans are not very fond on Mages, to be honest. So I was forced to leave Pergrande, and my access to it is forbidden. Forever. Stopping for a second to shrug, Elizabeth layed back down, looking at the ceiling above her, hands on her stomach.

That's about it. How about you, though. What is your past, Deniel? She asked, turning to the darked haired male once again, unhidden curiosity in her eyes as she looked at him. He had also asked her about her likes and dislikes, a question that, thankfully, she could answer without really worrying about how she'd hide facts, or how she could skip parts, no. Well, anyways, as likes... I really, really like the darkness, pretty obvious why, I enjoy drinking, although not in excess, and I simply love having a good time. As dislikes... I hate liars. Bugs. Oh don't get me started on how much I hate bugs. I don't even understand why they exist, they are so... odd. Creepy and crawling, with too many legs or eyes. Ew. Shivering at the sole thought of a spider, or any type of bug, Elizabeth shook her head, banishing the thought of the annoying insects away from her mind, focusing once more on what she disliked. I also hate dark mages, murderes and any type of criminals. That's about it. I'm a pretty simple person, you see. A soft laugh escaping her lips, Elizabeth kept looking at Deniel calmly, interest in her eyes. How about you? What do you like, what do you hate?

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Deniel was not... human? This certainly came as a surprise to Elizabeth, she had not expected that. She, of course, knew what Angels, Demons and even Nephalem were. People in Pergrande were highly religious, another reason as to why she was the black sheep among them, for she was highly irreligious, and she remembered people mentioning how a child between an angel and demon was impossible, how it was wrong, simply incorrect. Elizabeth, on the other hand, saw it as something precious, to see how the forces of good and evil could love eachother and live in peace. Despite that she still thought that the heads of demons had to fall. However; the fact that Deniel was not human was not the most surprising from his story. The behaviour of his parents, the fact that they killed their own children, that was twisted. For a demon, it must have been the most normal thing ever. But for an angel? Had the angel killed her children too? Not only that, but she killed for entertainment. Elizabeth's eyes had widened in disbelief, in surprise, as she finished listening to Deniel's story. An angel killed her own children for entertainment? And I thought Demons are twisted, oh my.

Finally she found out his previous faction too; Eclipse Soul. He had been its guildmaster. Impressive. So Elizabeth had spent a night with someone insanely powerful, judging by the magical power she withnessed when he transformed; and not only that, but a nephalem, and a Guild Master, or a previous Guild Master. Not bad, not bad. Deniel sat up on the bed, sitting on his knees, while Elizabeth kept laying, pushing a few locks of her scarlet hair behind her ear. He had killed his parents. She had killed her sister and banished her brother. Were the both of them sinners? No; he had a reason to do so. She did not. Like it mattered anyways. It was all in the past, it was behind her, it was behind Deniel, they had no reason to look at it, and mostly Elizabeth, to suffer because of it.

A soft chuckle escaping her lips as Deniel mentioned that he loved strawberries, Elizabeth sat up, hugging her knees and placing her head on them, a small smile on her lips. It was hard not to notice his love for strawberries. Like, really hard. The first time the two had met, Deniel had ordered the barman from the bar they were at to bring him any alcohol that had a strawberry flavor, and had finished it off in no time, although he had no idea what he was drinking. He trusted the fact that it was good because it had strawberries. Or tasted like them; whatever. Gently reaching up to take a strand of her hair between his fingers, Deniel mentioned how he also liked strawberry-colored hair, as it was pleasant to the eye. Yeah, I think I managed to figure out that you like Strawberries. Elizabeth laughed slightly, shaking her head. Let's be honest here; redheads are awesome. We're beautiful, we're cool, we've got everything, and you can't deny that. A playful smile on her lips and a mischievous look in her eyes, always focues on Deniel. She wanted to know more about him. He was, without doubt, the most interesting person she had met in a very long while, and the only one who she trusted easily, and with who she had shared her past; the past that only Zero knew.

Maybe we should get something to dri- Wait what. What the hell? Elizabeth's eyes widened slightly as she noticed the smal, black thing with too many legs that were, aside from abnormally much, abnormally long. Jumping off the bed she backed away, staring at the spider. Really, a damned spider? Like hell no, I'm not nearing that wall anymore, screw this. Oh boy. This would be funny. Deniel had said that he had pretty much the same disliked as Elizabeth, so, perhaps he disliked bugs too? How would he react to the presence of the uninvited guest, mere inches away from his own head? Elizabeth trusted him on killing the stupid bug; there was no way in hell she was nearing it, it was creepy, crawling, and disgusting. Yeah, it was up to Deniel to kill it, because Elizabeth wasn't nearing that thing. Not even with a long stick. Like. Hell. NO.

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Zero watched the scene develop, slowly proceeding to facepalm as he looked at his master, and Deniel, back away from the tiny spider crawling on the wall. Jumping up in the air, heading over the spider in order to look at it closer, Zero stared at the small creature which, despite its miniature size, had scared two people, without even trying, in awe, until the shadowy claw of Nidhogg impaled it, taking Zero out of his trance. Turning around, he flew over to his master's head, landing on top of her head and laying down there, a smirk on his lips as he watched how Nidhogg approached Deniel and acted as if he threw the corpse of the spider, the reaction of both Deniel and his own master being absolutely hilarious. Deniel clung on his master, while Elizabeth, frozen in fear, proceeded to do what she knew best; curse. What the fu-. No, don't cling to me if that thing is on you, bloody hell. Get it awaaaaaaaaay. She whined, clinging on Deniel as she did so, though. The two were really, really, hopeless. As Nidhogg showed his claw, with the spider still impaled on it, Elizabeth proceeded to let out a rather... adorable scream, shaking her head to take Zero off of it and throw him into action. Zero please take that thing away, please. She pleaded, staring at the lightning beast who had fallen on her shoulder.

Shaking his head, Zero burst into laughter, jumping down next to Nidhogg. You two are a lost case. It's just a bug, it's a hundred times smaller than both of you. Like, it's not going to kill you. The lightning beast explained between laughs, nodding at Nidhogg with respect. That was majestic, Nidhogg. Good job. Zero congratulated the serpent-like beast, barely holding back his laughter to talk. Huffing, Elizabeth turned on her heels, walking away from the duo of pets, her face becoming slightly paler as she glanced at what was the corpse of the spider, so miniature, yet so utterly repulsive and creepy. Too many legs. It used to crawl. Ew, just ew. Shivering, she went back on the bed, sitting away from the wall where the first spider had been seen, making Deniel a sign to come and sit next to her. Trying to act normal, she sighed and shook her head, trying her best to forget about the episode with the spider, which had only proved to her that she was right to think Deniel too disliked bugs, perhaps more than she did.

As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted by our dearest, uninvited guest, Elizabeth proceeded to speak, her voice calm and soft, as usually, yet her face still pale. Bugs were very unsettling, perhaps as much as closed spaces. For a second, the thought of being closed in a small, very small space, with tons of bugs crawling around made a shiver run down Elizabeth's spine, fear visible in her eyes for a second. No, that would not happen, that was disgusting, impossible. Or was it, really? We should get something to drink. There is still a lot of time until the night falls, and we should do something in the meantime... Drinking while on a job was bad. Elizabeth, back in the days when she was a knight, would have never even considered nearing alcohol while on a mission. What had made her change? ... Possibly it was the liberty offered to her. As a Knight she would have been punished for doing something inapporpiate, because drinking while on such an important job in Pergrande was considered wrong and inappropiate, while here, nobody cared, really. People shrugged and walked away, not giving a damn. Although Elizabeth was pretty sure that whoever's life depended on her would care.

And I feel curious now. Why did you leave Eclipse Soul? Or are you still a part of it, but wandering in search of a purpose, or something? Elizabeth proceeded to ask once the entire issue with the spider had settled down, and the atmosphere in the room was yet again relaxed, calm. She wondered, she wanted to know. Curiosity killed the cat; but she still wanted to know. Why had he left Eclipse Soul? He had been its guildmaster, but, was the reason of not being ready to be a Guildmaster his reasoning to leave the guild too? Or had he not left it at all?

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Elizabeth froze for a second, curiosity visible in her electric blue eyes. He had said that the first nineteen years of his life, his path had been chosen for him. Did that mean that he was barely nineteen? That he was two years younger than her? Well, that was pretty irritating, yet interesting at the same time. Elizabeth had not expected him to be younger than her; in fact, she had thought he was about her age, judging by his appearance and the way he acted. Alas, she had been wrong. It was not like it mattered anyways; at least for Elizabeth, it did not. She wondered how he'd react to the fact that the redhead was two years older than her. Oh well. She'd possibly have to comment that to him... some day. His remark about how they, and mostly she, should only drink one glass, for the last thing he needed was Elizabeth drunk on a life saving mission. Laughing slightly, she shook her head, returning to her previous position. Her hands hugging her knees, and her head on her knees, facing Deniel. Now I'm going to get drunk just to go against you, because I am a rebel. She said, holding her laughter, arrogance audible in her tone. No, but seriously. I won't get drunk now, promise. Later on, perhaps... But not now. Imagine how ridiculous it would be for drunk shadow clones to move around. Man, that would be ridiculous...

A glance at Zero, Elizabeth noticed he was looking at her, a mischievous look in his eyes, the same that was in Elizabeth's. Once again, master and pet were thinking about the same thing. The two idiots were planning the next ridiculous thing to do. When we get home we need to try it out. The lightning beast, his voice completely serious, as it always was when he was suggesting something ridiculous to be done, or planned to do something mischievous, like he was, or was planning to make Elizabeth do it. He was one evil little pet. You bet. Nodding at eachother, serious, yet mischievous looks in the redhead's electric eyes and the lightning beast's yellow ones. Which reminds me. Go and evolve into a shadows beast, bloody hell. I can't walk around with a lightning beast, you know? Elizabeth mentioned at Zero, a smirk playing on her lips as she did so. A grimmace of irritation appearing on the face of the lightning beast, he huffed and turned around, causing Elizabeth to chuckle. He was adorable. Perhaps too adorable. He was conscious that she was joking, yet always acted hurt. Even when he wasn't.

Turning her attention back to Deniel, Elizabeth yawned slightly, rubbing her left eye with her hand slightly, a clear signal that she was sleepy. Ugh, I may go get a single drink and then sleep for an hour. I didn't get enough sleep last night... Elizabeth muttered, turning herself around so that her feet hovered above the ground for a few seconds, before she finally got up and walked towards the door, slipping on her boots just so that she wouldn't go down barefoot. Glancing at Deniel, she took a small bag of jewels from Zero, that he always had attached to his tail, and leaned against the doorframe. I'm going to go get the drinks. What do you want to drink? Or are you going to pass? Elizabeth asked, remaining quiet for a second, before she spoke once more, a smirk on her lips. Although it wouldn't be no fun at all if you didn't drink, and I was the only one drinking, y'know?

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It had not taken Elizabeth too long to take the drinks; some strawberry alcohol for Deniel and Liquor for herself, and get up, yet, when she did arrive at the room, the two bottles and glasses in her hands, and the bag tied around her hand feeling much lighter than before, Elizabeth sat on the bed, thinking that Deniel was still laying down... But he was sleeping. Much to her amazement, he was sleeping indeed. It had not taken him much; Elizabeth had been away for at most ten minutes, and he was already asleep. Guess there was someone that was even more tired than she was. Shaking her head slightly, she let the bottle for him on the table on his side softly, making absolutely no noise as she did so, then proceeding to walk back to her side, and take a small sip of her precious liquor, the drink she absolutely adored, and that hardly would get her drunk, unlike anything else. Glancing at Zero, she noticed that he was laying down, his yellow eyes focused on the window that showed the outside. He was going to guard the place, and was going to wake up Elizabeth, and Deniel, right in time for their ambush. He was a great pet; he knew exactly what he had to do, and when. With a smile, she nodded at him with gratefulness, only getting a smirk in response from the Lightning beast.

It was not long until the glass Elizabeth held was completely empty, the liquid that previously was in it no longer there, dissapeared. With a sigh, she glanced back at the bottle she had bought, and shook her head. She'd finish that off tomorrow. She had made a promise not to get drunk or drink more than one glass, and she planned to keep that promise. Laying down on the edge of the bed, Elizabeth's eyelids suddenly became too heavy, making it hard for her to keep her eyes open, the blissful feeling of sleepiness invading her, clearly announcing that she wouldn't remain awake for much longer. In a matter of minutes, she would be asleep already, the usual nightmare tearing her apart like every time she closed her eyelids. Or, could it be that this time, she had luck, and the nightmare did not come? Who knew. The scenery of death and destruction caused by her had never missed a day to appear in Elizabeth's head and screw up her beauty sleep. Not like she needed beauty sleep anyways; she was pretty even without it. Finally closing her eyes, Elizabeth fell asleep, still at the edge of the bed, not willing to invade Deniel's personal space, unless he allowed her to do so.

Meanwhile the duo slept, a small, yet mischievous Lightning beast stared at the two mages with a smirk on his face, an evil plan coming to his mind. So the two of them were scared of bugs, huh? It was time to torture the poor duo a bit more; and wake them up in a way they'd never forget, and that would fully wake the both of them, in the matter of seconds. Jumping off Elizabeth's night table, Zero headed to the door, flying up and opening it slowly, cauteously, careful not to wake any of the two mages. He didn't know about Deniel; but he was perfectly conscious that his owner was a Light sleeper, so if he made the lightest of sounds, she'd wake up, and see him sneak away to do bad things, or, in other words, find bugs. The lightning beast supposed that the task would be pretty easy, and that he'd find some random bugs around; he had already seen the spider in the room, so, there must have been more like him, right? Gladly, he could touch anything he wanted without fearing to fry it because his body was made of lightning. A small, yet useful ability given to him by Zeus. Flying around calmly, he finally spotted another spider on the corner on a ceiling in the end of the halway where the room of his master was at. Heading towards it, Zero reached with his hand out, taking the miniature creature in his hand, careful not to crush it, nor lose it. He needed the little guy for his evil plan. Heading towards the stairs, Zero noticed yet another, yet much bigger than the last two spiders calmly heading towards a fly that was trapped in his web. With a smirk, the lightning beast flew over, taking the second spider with his other hand and turning around, saving the fly from death and gathering the needed ingredients for his small prank. Now all he had to do was wait.

Hours after the duo had fallen asleep, when the sun was setting, Zero took the bigger of the spiders placing it softly on Elizabeth's face and flying under the bed at the speed of lightning. After a few seconds, the redhead opened her eyes as she felt a sudden tickle on her nose area, her hand passing through to see what caused it... And naturally, catching the spider. Her eyes widening, Elizabeth placed a hand against her mouth in order to muffle a scream, clinging to Deniel by instinct. Not again, not bugs again. While his master was busy freaking out, Zero placed the other spider on Deniel's nose, poking his cheek before dissapearing once more with lightning speed under the bed, laughing at the results. Oh boy, this was hilarious. And those two, were absolutely hopeless.

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It took Elizabeth a few seconds to recover from the fact that a gigantic arachnid had been walking on her face, and, when she did, she noticed something rather... curious. A sigh escaping her lips, Elizabeth let Deniel go and pushed him away, shaking her head. When had he managed to put his head between her chest? Damned pervert. He held her, though, scared from the spider walking on his own face, a rather high pitched scream being heard from his direction. Rolling off of the bed and on the floor, dragging Elizabeth with him, Deniel began shrieking, obviously hoping that this was not a repeat of the situation from hours ago, although this, this was much, much worse. Muttering a muffled "ow", while getting up, Elizabeth got up on her knees, putting on her gauntlets and walking towards the gigantic spider that was on the ground, which was crawling towards Deniel. With a gulp, she put forth one of her fingers, looking away as she impaled the spider with the sharp claws of her gauntlets, a shiver running down her spine as she looked at her hand once more and noticed the corpse of the spider on it, it's legs bending helplessly as it died. I... hate... bugs... She muttered, a terrified look in her eyes, her face pale. With a look of utter fear and disgust in her electric eyes, Elizabeth walked to where Deniel was impaling the second spider too, trying not to look at the now two corpses on her claws and heading towards the window. Quickly, she opened it, and proceeded to throw away the two spider corpses, a shaky sigh escaping her lips. T-they're g-gone... This is so disgusting, bloody hell.

It was then when she heard the muffled laughter coming from under the bed. A dark look in her eyes, Elizabeth slowly managed to realize what the situation at hand was. Of course, Zero was responsible of this. She had to expect that. If she left him alone for a second, he immediately began planning something evil, a nasty trick to do to her. Someone else except the spiders was going to get impaled tonight. Zero you little... I'm hunting you down for that. Just a warning, but you're getting hunted down for that. Elizabeth said, her voice still shaking slightly, yet trying to be cold and serious. Without saying anything further, and ignoring Zero, who came out from under the bed, a smirk on his face, Elizabeth glanced out of the window, noticing how the sun had finally set, Clover succumbing in darkness. It was time. Without wasting time, Elizabeth took off her gauntlets and began fitting every piece of her armor where it belonged on her body, until, at last, she was once more covered entirely by the armor of the Master of shadows, her scarlet hair tucked in, helmet in hand. Night has fallen. We should not waste any time, mostly I. Deniel, Zero, you can stay and wait for me somewhere nearby the house of our subject, yet not too near, or he will suspect. Once I've followed him, I'll come to get you guys, alright?

Without saying anything further; or awaiting a response from her teammates, Elizabeth left the small place at which they were staying, slipping her helmet on, the only feature by which she could be recognised now being her electric blue eyes. Although that would change too, soon. As soon as her magic came in the picture, they'd switch to a scarlet red color, filling the sockets of the helmet for the eyes with red, proving that the eyes behind the helmet were entirely red, an eerie glow coming from them. Thankfully, the tavern was not too far from the house, and soon, the red building came into the sight of Elizabeth. Closing her eyes and concentrating, she felt as the shadows surrounded her and hid her from sight, her eyes no longer blue when she opened them, but tainted in scarlet. Nobody could see her, nobody could sense her. She was, in a few words, invisible. Silently heading towards the house, Elizabeth moved her wrists in a slight, elegant movement, causing Illusion and Delusion to leave their sockets, ready to slice someone if needed. The light in the living room was on, showing three people that were getting up, placing on black cloaks, their beloved subject also slipping on a golden mask, that differed from the silver masks of his companions. Great, three subjects to follow. This would be fun. Calmly waiting, leaning against a destroyed street lamp, Elizabeth watched the three subjects leave their house, heading down the street, walking slowly, calmly. They knew nobody would attack them, and realised nobody was as stupid as to follow them, for they would see him. It was a shame that they didn't anticipate that the Shadow Assasin would be the one to follow them, and she could not be detected under no circumstance.

Although no human eyes could detect her, every sound she made was perfectly audible, which meant that Elizabeth had to be incredibly silent as she walked, and cauteous not to kick something by accident or something. In the training she had learned to do so, to be perfectly cauteous, yet one never knew. She still had to pay attention, all while memorizing the path that the subjects were taking to their base, or the next attack location. She supposed it was the base, the headquarters of their faction, due to their reduced number and calm, careless demeanor. As they reached another red house, the trio turned to the left, Elizabeth following them closely, scarlet eyes glowing eerily, offering her perfect vision in the dark. Despite the fact all street lights were out, despite the fact there was no light, she could see as clearly as if it was daytime. Stopping in their tracks, the trio of members of the Masked guild looked around, to their left, their right, and behind them, making sure nobody, absolutely nobody followed them. Her heart skipping a beat as they looked at the place where she was for a bit longer, Elizabeth wondered if she had done something wrong, if she had been caught, but, after a few seconds, the three shrugged, turning around and following their path. Letting out a silent, barely noticeable even by people with enhaced hearing sigh, Elizabeth accelerated her pace, following them to an abandoned, Greek-styled temple, eyebrow rising. The three mages entered the open temple, walking to the centre of it. Watching them from the entrance, Elizabeth noticed how a circular section of the ground rose, giving the masked guild access to the underground, before closing again. Running towards it, Elizabeth looked at the section that had risen, remembering its location, and noticing a small lever nearby. How pathetic. The entrance was so easily noticeable. Without wasting time, she began running in the opposite direction, back to where Deniel and Zero were.

Reaching them at last, her breathing a bit accelerated due to the long run, she came let the shadows that surrounded and hid her go back to their place, becoming once more visible to everyone. A grin on her face, invisible due to the mask, her scarlet eyes glowing more than ever, she nodded at Deniel and Zero, a sign that meant that she had located the entrance to the headquarters. Their base is underground, the entrance is in a temple nearby. Come on, let's get to it. Without awaiting an answer, she began heading towards the temple, hoping Deniel and Zero would follow her. Silent as she walked, Elizabeth made sure to reach the red house, the second one, before turning to the left, passing by houses and shops, until finally, the temple came in view. Making her two companions a signal to follow her, Elizabeth walked inside the temple, blades out and ready to slice somene's throat, pointing the lever to her right. Here. It's here, right in front of us. We have to pull the lever and we'll gain access to it.

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Well, this was certainly interesting. The first night Deniel and Elizabeth had met, he had showed her the dark side of him, the twisted one that matched her own, and had transformed into a terrifying, evil devil, a being whose only desires were dark, twisted, and included hurting someone. While now, instead of turning into a Devil, he had turned into an angel. Was his ability to transform into different creatures related to his parents? He had turned into a Demon, and now into an Angel, and he was the offspring of these two creatures, so perhaps his ability to transform into them was somewhat related to his parents? Probably. Who knew. She'd possibly ask him that and a few other things about his magic as soon as all this issue ended. Because, obviously, she wouldn't start asking him random things in the middle of a bloodshed...

And she was pretty convinced that the battle that awaited them was going to turn into a bloodshed.

A small creak audible as the entrance was now open, letting the two mages to access the headquarters of the Masked Guild, the muffled voices from below audible from where Elizabeth and Deniel stood. Glancing at Deniel, a determined smile on her lips, which, obviously, was not visible from behind the helmet, Elizabeth nodded at him, a sign that she was ready to get in action, and destroy whoever was there. How should they proceed, though? What was better? A stealthy entrance, or just bashing in, and beginning to cut heads left and right? Elizabeth was capable of both entrances, but, considering the situation, perhaps a stealthy entrance was more convenient for her, so that all members present at the moment of the attack wouldn't leap at her and try to chop her head off. However, before she could even try to put the stealth plan into action, a yell caught her attention. Looking below, she noticed as one of the members had seen her and Deniel, and was pointing at them, alerting the other members of the presence of the two intruders. Huffing, Elizabeth shrugged, pushing away the stealth plan. So much for being Stealthy.

Without wasting a second, Elizabeth jumped on the spiral stairs that led down to the headquarters, skipping a few with each step, scarlet eyes glowing eerily as she prepared for the coming battle, the face behind the mask dead serious and focused on her task. There was no more room for fails in this request. Rune Knights had failed enough, she had no right to fail again. It was time to prove that the Rune Knights still were powerful. Some, at least. It surprised her that the masked Guild members were not grouping up; rather than coming all together towards the single retard that decided to defy them, they stood away, inspecting her with curiosity, which would probablt give Deniel enough time to come down and face the opponents. However, Elizabeth wasn't going to wait for him, in sights that she could deal with some of the opponents alone. Noticing as a group of ten cloaked figures withs ilver masks and spears approached her, Elizabeth simply jumped off the stairs, landing gracefully on the ground, much like a cat, the men surrounding her and preparing to stab her with their spears. However, they were too slow. Way too slow. Gathering the shadows that surrounded her, Elizabeth created a shadow dome structure right where the masked men stood, confusing them for a second, which was enough for her to jump in and blend with the shadows, hiding her from sight. Her sudden dissapearance caused the stupid meatheads to look around and try to stab her with their spears blindly, Elizabeth dodging swiftly the hits, with a few close calls, though. Gathering even more shadows around her, the Shadow Assassin proceeded to surround her body in a sea of blades, impulsing herself in order to manage to perform a perfect, 360 degrees spin, the shadow blades hitting each and every one of the ten recruits, surprise appearing on their faces as Elizabeth reappeared in front of them, only to lift her blades and jump on the first recruit, slashing his neck and ultimately killing him, repeating the exact same move with each and every one of the ten Silver masks, causing the scene to look like a bloodshed. Turning around, Elizabeth shivered as a gigantic scimitar landed a few inches away from her left shoulder, another one following to her right. Jumping on top of the blades in order to get away, Elizabeth noticed that two more males had came to aid their already dead companions. Those, to differ, had golden masks, and used scimitars, unlike their dead friends. Perhaps they were stronger too? Who knew. That's the bitch from before! The one who came to interrogate me! That armor is unmistakable and unforgivable.

A cocky grin appearing on Elizabeth's lips, she felt the scimitar move up, wondering how such a whimp like that guy managed to lift such a sword, causing her to jump on the stairs while the scimitar slowly became smaller and smaller until it reached the size of a normal one. The scimitars change size? That explains a lot. Dashing towards the man that had spoken up, the subject from earlier, Elizabeth dodged a incoming slash, escaping barely, and crouching, putting forth her foot and drawing an arc with it, trying to knock the guy off of his feet, managing it due to the swiftness of her actions. Falling on his back, the air knocked out of him for a second, Elizabeth placed her foot on his neck, quickly slashing his stomach with her weapon once, opening a rather decent, bleeding wound on his stomach. Well, yes, my armor is so awesome and perfect that it's hard to forget. Like myse- Before she could finish off the sentence, a rocky pillar sending her back from her opponent and against the stairs railing behind her. Falling on her butt, hitting her back and head slightly, the armor making the pain much smaller than it would have been in normal circumstances, Elizabeth rubbed the back of her head, huffing. Well, ow. It's a sign of bad manners to interrupt a lady while she id talking, you know? She pointed out, staring right at the creator of the pillar, a figure dressed in the same as the others, yet with some quite curious staffs as a source of their magic.

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Just... how powerful was exactly Deniel? Leaning against the railing of the spiralling stairs, her hand on the back of her head still, Elizabeth observed the scene develop in front of her with amazement, a small mark of fear appearing in her eyes as she realized how strong Deniel was. He had perished around thirty guild members, in no more than a few minutes. Even a few minutes was too much. The power he showed was immense, it was terrifying to watch even. Honestly; she had barely been able to keep up with the succession of events. Even after the battle occurred, Elizabeth was yet wondering how exactly Deniel had moved at such atonishing speeds, and had wiped out an entire guild in no more than a minute. An entire guild. The might of the Angel was atonishing. Simply atonishing.

He had told her to stand back and observe, to which Elizabeth silently obeyed, not willing to go against Deniel, not while he was like this. Perhaps another time yes; but not while he had been in his Angel; or Demon form. Although, withnessing his power, Elizabeth doubted that she'd ever go against him. In no circumstances. Watching him draw his weapons, two katanas, Elizabeth wondered if he really was planning to take out the entire guild without her aid. However; as she saw the way he fought, she didn't dare to doubt him once more. To begin with, Deniel seemingly began swinging the two katanas in a spiraling form, unleashing a torrent of light energy with this simple movement, the major part of the members of the Masked Guild getting caught in it. Screams of pain, surprise and amazement were heard everywhere, yet Elizabeth was oblivious to any sounds that came from the exterior. Those members that had not been caught in the torrent of energy, who considered themselves lucky and regarded the option of running away, soon met a fate much worse than that met by their companions who got hit by the torrent, for two separate explosions occurred right where the members were. Elizabeth highly doubted that anyone had been left alive after such an attack. There was no chance that someone was alive after something like this...

... Was there?

Deniel dissapeared. That much Elizabeth had figured. He was no longer where he stood after the turrent of holy energy dissapeared, he was nowhere to be seen. Yet... Elizabeth guessed what he was doing, and where he was, as hard as it was for her mind to process it and to understand that what she withnessed was an amazing display of might and power. Members of the masked guild randomly began getting cut and wounded even more at atonishing speed, bodies falling on the ground, limp, dead, blood covering the entire place. A sudden tremor made Elizabeth look up, ready to jump inside the shadows and hide from the threat that was approaching, blades drawn and ready to slash any member that had, by some insane luck, remained alive. Deniel stood opposite to where he had been before, all actions ceasing for a mere second, before, all of sudden, the sound of blades tearing through flesh and bones at insane speed sounded, filling the place. A shiver going down her spine, Elizabeth looked at the scene before her, barely believing what she saw.

There he was. Deniel was standing in the middle of the members, cleaning off the blood from his weaponry before sheathing them back in their scabbards. The scene was incredible. Deniel had caused, quite literally, a bloodbath. The bodies of the members of the masked guild stood around him, teared appart with many life threathening wounds and cuts, blood spilling everywhere and making the scene similar to that of the horror movies. Yet it was ten times worse than that of a horror movie. Getting away from the railing, Elizabeth took a few timid steps towards Deniel, unsure if she should near him. The silence was horrible. She did not know if he was alright; if it was safe to approach him, or should she keep her distance. Was she scared? Yes. The display of power that she had just withnessed had atonished her and had terrified her, it made her wonder exactly how powerful the man before her was. He could possibly make her perish in no time, if so he desired. Elizabeth would make sure to be cauteous around him, from now on.

Walking towards Deniel, still timidly, yet faster than before, the Shadow Assasin lifted her helmet so that her face was visible, her scarlet eyes switching to her normal electric blue ones. Placing a hand on his shoulder, drops of the raining blood falling on her armor now, Elizabeth looked at Deniel, the amazement still visible in her eyes, an innocent, almost angelic look on her face. That... That was amazing. You're alright, right, Deniel? She asked, her voice calm and soft, hoping that Deniel wasn't as twisted in this form as in his Demon one, and wouldn't tear her appart. We should inform the guards of the Guildmaster Hall, and everyone else, really, of this. You... Thank you for helping me out here. Elizabeth proceeded, a smile on her face. Her hand slipping off his shoulder, the Shadow Assassin took out her helmet completely climbing the spiralling stairs towards the exit, taking a deep breath in an attempt to forget the terrifying scene right there. She was not afraid. She didn't have the right to be afraid of anything. Zed had not been afraid, and she had to follow his example. She was even destined to meet the same fate as him, according to the book of Shadows. Death. Horrible, painful death.

She most certainly did not want to think about that at the moment.

Zero, who had not been present on the fight for reasons Elizabeth could not know, was waiting for her outside, curiosity in his eyes, obviously asking what had happened inside, although the mere reason that Elizabeth was alive should have given up that the duo, or well, mostly Deniel, had been successful, and had defeated the Masked Guild. Zero, go inform the town major or whoever you see convenient to inform, that the Masked Guild has been defeated, and no longer presents a threat for Clover.

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Not long after Elizabeth got out of the underground hideout, now turned into a bloodbath, Deniel followed the red haired woman out, his armor still on. Leaning against one of the pillars of the temple, a sigh escaping her lips, Elizabeth tried her best to forget about the mess down there. It was more repulsive; than anything else. Elizabeth would have caused the exact same scene if she was not as... weak as she was. It was the power of the man that had caused the scene that terrified her, yet that made her feel incredible interest and curiosity towards him, millions of questions she would ask him running through her head. She respected him more ever since he took care of the entire Masked Guild basically all by himself. The display of immense power had only made her realize more and more that he was not someone people could joke around with and dare, thinking they'd come out healthy. He was a powerful man; and Elizabeth adored being around powerful people.

Watching Deniel from the corner of her eye, the brighter shine of his already shining armor catching her eye for a second, Elizabeth observed silently as Deniel's armor deconstructed, dissapearing and leaving in front of her not the mighty angel, who had just caused a majestic massacre, but the man she knew so well, the black-haired male who was scared of the spiders and any types of bugs, the male which had offered his help to Elizabeth in so many ocassions and had, in a few words, saved her. As the helmet dissapeared, though, the redhead could catch a quick glimpse of the face hidden underneath it, the face underneath differing from Deniel's usual one. Instead of black hair, he had silverish locks; and instead of blood red eyes, he had blue ones, much like Elizabeth's.

That was when he finally spoke. Down in the underground base, when Elizabeth had spoken to him he had not responded to her; probably because the Angel couldn't speak? Or perhaps because he didn't want to; it didn't matter. Nearing him with a small, soft smile on her lips, Elizabeth prepared to say something, before she noticed how Deniel approached her, giving her a quick, gentle kiss on the cheek. Her smile widening and becoming much brighter, Elizabeth shook her head slightly, gripping her helmet. Oi, I was not scared! I am not a child! The redhead joked, a soft laugh escaping her lips as she did so, before the soft smile made its way back on her face. I'll ask you for help sometime again. It's pretty fun to go around solving problems with you. She scratched the back of her head, her gentle smile transforming into a goofy one, the fear she had felt earlier slowly vanishing, fading away. And now, let's get back at the hotel, or whatever it is. I'm still very sleepy.