Vlad's B rank Exam

 
It had been a few days since Vlad had received the letter from Marceline; it had some very vague, and awfully demanding, requests in it. This was fine, however, as Vlad did enjoy her company and it seemed like a small price to pay in order to fulfill this request; after the way their last encounter had ended, how could he just ignore this? She seemed to have a way with him that simply caused him to do as she asked. Perhaps it was due the the fact that he would get caught up in her beauty? Her hips? Breasts? Well, it did not matter! He had agreed to this already and needed to complete it within a decent amount of time. Well, he would have accepted this request no matter what; the concept of this kingdom simply intrigued him and he would have loved to study it for a bit anyway! While this was the main thing that intrigued him, he was also curious if their interaction would resume. It had ended in a very... interesting... way that had caught his attention. It was a bit more different than any other he had. This all, however, was drowned out by the area around himself; it seemed to capture his entire attention.
 
Sin; it was a place that was best captured by the vision of those who were damned; the sinners. Sin was a place that could only be described as hell. The entirety of the landscape was something that could only be compared to the lands that were described by those who chose to believe in some sort of afterlife. It was that idea that simply bothered Vlad; why would they want their soul to rest? It would be best to simply reincarnate, continue some form of life. Sure, at some point the soul should rest; this, however, was not a problem. People did not know how old their soul was. So, they simply wanted a soul, which they believed to be young, to end its existence? How idiotic!

Well, this was not the problem that faced Vlad; it seemed he was rather lost, the only direction he had was... It's near a Volcano.... "Well, What am I to do with this little information? Perhaps I could simply wander around for a few hours, and then find the place I want? Well, I have nothing else to do anyway... Well... I already know this will end well for me, so I suppose it is worth all the effort..." He chuckled, a smirk overtaking his face. 

The entirety of the land was red; not much stood out. For miles he simply traveled like this, moving at incredible speeds around such a bleak land! Not a single thread of hope seemed to exist in this land; it was a perfect place for any sort of evil lair. How corny, to have your lair in such a place? Well, it was something Vlad would not mind. It was something that may be a future goal of his, assuming his current plans did not end well...

These thoughts were interrupted as he caught sight of his goal, well a Volcano! It was a sign that he was finally nearing his destination! How amazing! To be able to be so close to his goal that he could actually see it, he knew it was within reach! It was an amazing sensation; knowing you were so close to obtaining what you were searching for, to simply know that you could finish your goal and be able to return home; it was when they returned home that it all set in. When he finally realized what he had been able to accomplish and that he would be able to bask in the rewards! It was the best feeling a person could accomplish... Well... It was second! Sex was the first. The sensation a person felt when melding the two bodies into one. The simple act that brought out such demanding parts of the soul; even from those of a timid nature. It was something marvelous that, honestly, was a good enough reward to go as far as to infiltrate a random kingdom, and then inform someone of its status. Well, one would only be so lucky!

It seemed that his trusty skates began to fizzle, the energy running out. Sighing, Vlad decided to stop! It was time to walk... how many more miles could it be? This was, to be honest, the perfect time to reflect on his past and future. It seemed that with each job he took the land seemed more and more ineffective. The government useless, and the aristocracy feeding off of it. This led to countless acts of corruption; each person was diving for all the power they could grab! They wanted to be more powerful than those around them. They wanted to secure this life of theirs; where they needed to simply sit around, do nothing, and enjoy the countless carnal desires they held within them! It was a life of sin and extravagance. This was what drove Vlad down the path he had chose. It was what led him to commit such atrocities.

These atrocities are what filled every day in the land of Fiore. It was so corrupt that one could not find a single noble that did not have his hand in the honey pot. It sickened Vlad. This was something many did not know about him, or so he believed. Each act he committed was not simply because he wished to slay random civilians, no. He simply needed a place to begin his conquest; to topple this wretched world and begin anew. He did not believe he should lead such a world; no, he was as corrupt as the others. Using whatever means he had to in order to achieve his goal. It was the same as those other men; those men who simply wish to gain money and power. Those men who would slay any who would not kneel before them and accept their wills; those who cowered at the feet of the King, simply because he held more power. No respect. There was no respect in the place at all. 

To be honest, Vlad never really explained the plan to any person; it was something he felt none others had to understand. Simply destroy the place, and put it on the right tracks. It was after this was done that he would retire to his own little place, he new he would not deserve sanctuary in the new world. He would have killed thousands, broken many laws and simply destroyed what others held dear. He had to become what he hated the most in order to defeat it. How sad. Would some call this humble, a noble ideal? Probably. Those people were fools; they did not truly understand his goal. Completely eradicate corruption. He would simply stand by, watching to ensure that there was no way it could emerge again. If it did, he would simply stomp it out. With this gift given by Marecline, he could do so forever. Well, this was all he could ask.

It was as these he began to dive into these thoughts that he would realize something; the walls of the kingdom were within sight; they stood tall, as a lighthouse guiding the lost seafarers to land. It was his ray of hope; his guidance to his goal. The bricks of the wall rose high above the land; they cold grey was uninviting. It depicted a place that was not interested in obtaining new occupants; it seemed to be pleased with those that it currently housed, it wanted no part of this world. No matter how much it attempted to deny its existence to the outside world, it was unable to simply disappear; it was cursed to exist in this land. To exist in this world. This plane. 

It was at this time that something else would come into view; his eyes scanning the area, he noticed the flickering of souls nearby; it seemed this place was, indeed, occupied. It was a bit of a surprise, who would have thought such a place would still have life within it? Well, it was one of those mysteries that Vlad was going to uncover; he had given Marceline his word that he would get to the bottom of this incredibly odd occurrence; he did wish to please her. When she was happy, it was an amazing sight to behold. Each action she took became more subtle, more docile. She became a much more quiet individual, with each action being more cute than the last. This is what he has come to know, though he had not seen her happy on many occasions. This was merely conjecture, but it gave him hope and a reason to continue forward!

As he approached this seemingly impregnable fortress, he was able to clearly delineate the entrance from the rest of the wall; it was at this position that there was something that was able to give Vlad a reason to not simply enter from the front; three large creatures seemed to stand guard, not allowing entrance from the outside. What should he do? What was the best option in entering this place? What could he expect on the inside? Each of these questions were things that would be answered in a matter of moments! He could not simply ignore any of these. He had to find these answers, he had to drive himself to the answer. What was the world without answers? A useless place. A world he would never exist in.

Now, standing beside the wall, he would place his hand against it; the wall was quiet granular. It was a material that was ideal for traction, thank god. His entire plan was one that resembled that of a cat burglar! He would scale over the wall, use the night and his skills to avoid all contact! It was the easiest way to gain the information he needed. It was the best way to survive this ordeal; he was able to sense the strength of these creatures, and he wanted no part of it. He was a powerful mage, but he was not this powerful. He could not deal with such power at this time, in this place; it was dishonorable, but it was something he had to do. He had a job he needed to accomplish. It would be fulfilled.

Reaching into his bag, it was an unbelievably amazing place. A world in and of itself; a place with absolutely no limit! It was something that allowed for jobs like this to be accomplished in a timely manner. As his hand exited the bag, it seemed that it was holding an object that was of an unbelievable importance to his plan! A rope with a hook at the end of it; it was something that would allow him to scale the wall! Enter this place undetected! How amazingly practical! Launching the rope atop the wall, he would begin his ascent; what he did not realize this was, in all honesty, a descent. Descending deeper and deeper into madness. This place was something that Vlad could never have expected; it was something he would not realize until much later. It was as he scaled this wall that something became clear; this was not something that he would forget. It was something that would hold a very large importance.

 
It was what he had been anticipating for a while now; his feet hit the hard stone as he pulled himself up the wall. It seemed they had decided to simply create as large a wall as they could; something that, should, hold everything out. Well, this was one way to examine the situation. Another was to see the wall as something that merely trapped those inside; it could be compared to the walls of a prison, overwhelming and demanding. It demanded retribution from those that had committed evil deeds; those who have committed sins that other could not dream of; the nightmare that would wake one up in the middle of the night.


These were all things that would fill his mind; he wanted to know what could, possibly, be occurring on the other side of the wall. What mystery lay ahead?! What was it that could have led him here!? Well, he was approaching the end; grabbing the top of the wall, he hoisted himself up. Staggering for a moment, he would overlook the town; it was at this point that he was able to realize what was occurring. This was not true, he merely had an overview; he only had the vague details that would help illuminate the whole idea. It was as he overlooked this place that he was able to see it. 


The area closest to him, closest to the wall, was destroyed; it seemed that this destruction had carried on for a few miles, who knew the extent to which it had taken effect; the only thing he could say, for certain, was that the destruction did not cover the entire kingdom; there was a portion that seemed to remain totally intact, unscathed from the utter demolition that had occurred.

Hoping down, into the destruction, he would begin his exploration; it was nothing more than rubble and ash. "Completely gone, eh?" He sighed, thinking on the discussion this would lead to with Marceline. She would, surely, demand an explanation to something he had no answer... "Well..." He was bound to enter one of his famous monologues, until he heard it. The cracking of wood a few meters away. Moving behind cover, it seemed a pack of animals - beasts really - had come over, exploring the place. There were just under six, and it seemed that they meant business. Using his boots, Vlad was able to simply zoom past the dog like beings, avoiding all carnage. 

It was as he sped past all these beast that he approached the center of the kingdom; the home of the wealthy. It was the only place that seemed to be unharmed; of course, how would they be damaged? They held too much power. How could the rich ever be harmed? It wouldn't occur, not as long as the money held power. 

Well, he would choose to dive deeper into the mess; walking through the unscathed plots, he heard no noise; sensed no spirits and/or souls. As he explored this, he seemed to examine what could only be described as the decor of the place; they enjoyed the use of spirals in their designs. It was something that invited a sort of trance. The more a person would look into the place, the more they would simply lose their focus; it was an all consuming design. 

Snapping himself out of this trance, he would turn around; he had seen enough, and was tired of it. There was no need to travel this far into the kingdom, and he did not want to leave her waiting too long. That was very rude, and he did not like to be late. Beginning to run, He would climb atop the building, leaping onto the wall. It seemed this was his escape; he could simply hop down. It was as his feet hit the ground that he would begin to jog; he was simply tired of this place. 

It had to be many miles away; there was no way he was simply expected to run all this distance! Nope, they expected him to walk it... Well, it was not a large problem! In fact, it allowed for the subtleties of life to be thought of... NOPE... Time leap!

It was as this point that he was able to see her castle; her home was one that overtook the area around it. The castle was much like Marceline herself, it made a statement; it seemed to stand out no matter how one looked at it. It was fun to look at, and must have felt amazing to be inside. To own such a fine piece of land, how much could it have cost?

Vlad had decided to simply approach the place, what point was there in taking the slow approach? It was a rather quick approach, he was not afraid of having to move through any obstacles, and what not. Looking around this area, he would simply push open the door; closing it behind him, he would begin his time wandering around the halls; he may have gotten lost... Well, he would never admit that; if he was ever asked he was simply exploring! YES! Exploring this gorgeous castle. It was after a few moments he was able to find the throne room. It was as he pushed open the door that he would feel it, her presence. Walking into the room, it seemed she was simply lounging about; was she simply too lazy to go there herself?

Walking up to her, he would begin his speech. "Well, it seemed those who were not rich were decimated; the only places to survive were those of aristocracy. I'm sorry to tell you this, but there was nothing to tell me what caused it." It was now that he stood in front of her. Leaning over, he would lean in; whispering into her ear he began to speak, "Well, how have you been love? It's been too long since we last met~! I missed you~!" He chuckled, straightening himself back upright.

No, I won't fall for this again, I'll always see behind your smoke and mirrors. I know you love me deep inside, your simply caught up in

 
What information Vlad carried was all that could be found; it was simply a matter of not having had enough clues to give them a valid assertion that would, definitely, stand examination; why should he present any theories that had a fallacy, even a very small one, in it. Who gave a damn about anything other than the truth? Well, it was Vlad who cared for more than just the truth; the truth could be altered, bought and destroyed. It was his own motives that drove him this far; it was what he desired that brought him this far; it was the single letter that brought him to this point in time; it was Marceline. She was the one who drove him to the end of the planet, then back to her own luxurious place. 

Reaching forward, he would catch the coin; glancing it over, he would let out a slight smirk. Walking forward, he would listen to each word that she spoke; it seemed he would enjoy being able to call upon her whenever he pleased. "Well, I am so sorry to disappoint! I did not mean to give you such... dull... news. I wish I could inform you how it occurred, I truly do!" He was now standing in front of the female, looking her over once more. Turning around, he would simply sit in her lap, nuzzling up against her bosom. "How was your time there?" He smirked, looking over to her.
 
It seemed that his time spent there had been much longer than it had felt; had five days really past? From what he had heard while he approached the room, it had been the full five days. How shitty. Who would think a matter of days could pass in what felt to be only minutes; it was as though something unworldly was editing the flow of this place; this brought such a plethora of ideas to his mind that he couldn't help but find the urge to run off and investigate; now was not the time. It had been a struggle to simply get as far as he had and he was going to regard himself now!

"You're really soft, Marceline! Mind if I simply stay like this for a bit?" He smirked, placing his head against her chest; it was something that he, genuinely, enjoyed. The was his head felt was something that was so relaxing it nearly lulled him into sleep; it offered a sense of security that he almost fell for. He was almost caught off guard. He almost fell victim to it; to the demise of all men; sleep. Sleep was such a waste of time, he hated it. This, however, was neither here nor there. 

"Awfully nice place you got here! Care to let one more share a bed? It's not as though you disliked it last time! We are awfully compatible, the two of us. Don't ya think?" He chuckled, running his hand along her thigh, it seemed he was just doing as he pleased. Time lock; Spatial distortion; Magic. This was the simplest of explanations as to what had occurred there long ago. "Well, I do think that we would both sleep much better at night!" He chuckled, simply ignoring the other Magus in the room; it seemed he cared not for those who were beneath his own status.

These things were all simple observations that could be made, but not confirmed; they were akin to his suspicions. He could not confirm a single one of them at the moment; it was something that, really, had pissed him off! How could he not deduce what the cause of all this was? Why did he not find what the cause of the disaster was? The images danced in his mind; the death and destruction were things that he could not help but consider; what was it!? Why did it feel so familiar, yet so different? Why did it seem to beg him to investigate it? What called him into this?

Was it Marceline? Was she the reason he had decided to venture so far as to travel to sin; he was never promised a reward, nor any thanks. He had done this merely because she had asked him, that was enough to send him to sin. What was going on? Why did he commit to such a reckless plan? He benefited in no way from it; well, that was until he had decided to act on his own; he did know how to act when he had to!

He had decided to simply act on his own; he did not need the support of another to decide that something was to his own advantage; he was too curious to not do so. Well, this was not all that filled his mind. There were a plethora of reasons he would do this; the most prominent one, at the moment, was Marshy; she seemed to be disappointed by the fact that he had not found any real information out; he was not a fan of this. He preferred when she was more active, more exciting; he really loved when she was cute; it was the best thing to see.

"Well, I do think you'd be in a much better mood; I think that you must have some pent up stress." He laughed, looking up to the ceiling of the building. It was a rather ornate top; simple depictions of a rather religious war. Perhaps he was simply imagining it? Nah, who ever imagined such dull things in this day and age.

It was as he finished up his thoughts that he would proceed with his actions; he could not simply sit there, no. He was a man who wanted a bit more; she had to have expected it since their last encounter; she had taken him by surprise, but it was something that was simply so alluring that he did not mind; what man would? Leaning back, he would run his tongue over her neck. "It was a long trip. I may fall asleep..." Well, this was not a bluff; he was tired, and ready to take a long rest; this was something he could stop, it simply took a bit of internal strength. "You would not simply throw me out after the long journey I endured; all for your sake. Would you?" He knew she damn well might... He came to hope that she would show some mercy, allow him this sanctuary; well, only she could determine this outcome.

No, I won't fall for this again, I'll always see behind your smoke and mirrors. I know you love me deep inside, your simply caught up in