Brothers

      Every town has a tavern and every tavern is filled with torture souls. The overwhelming smell of smoke and alcohol loomed over the place. Everywhere people drank and laugh, a smog of smoke made it cloudy inside. A male sat over at counter, tall and dark. His long obsidian colored hair draped over his shoulders, his  slender fingers grasp around a horn mug. Bringing it up to his porcelain lips, the dark thick red liquid slide past.Lightly staining them some, his ear flickered to the sound of the door opening.

A finely dressed male walks in, gazing through the haze of smoke and makes his way to the counter. Reaching out, he set his hand upon the dark males shoulder. Leaning in he'd whisper "I need to speak with you outside, preferably outside the city." the dark male turns, glancing with his red hues at the finely dress man. "ok?" his brow slightly elevated.

They'd leave the tavern and head towards the forest outside the city. Once they reached where they want needed to, the dark male turn to the other and says "What do you want now Voltaire? What come to cash in a favor or to make my life a little more miserable..hmmm?" Voltaire looked away, pacing slightly.

"I...I don't know how to put this." Taking a deep breath, turns to face the dark male "Gabriel.... your...your brother is dead. I don't know what happen, I mean I just...I just couldn't stop him." Gabriel eyes glowed abit as he says "Excuse me...my..my brothers dead. How? Why? What happen, how could you let this happen.You...YOU WHERE SUPPOSE TO PROTECT HIM!"

Voltaire look down "You know how he gets, I mean they didn't leave us with much choice.I begged him to let me make the sacrifice.." Gabriel cut him off "YOU BEGGED.. you should have stopped him and die, atleast then we be rid of you.I knew you be the death of him..."

Voltaire right hook Gabriel's jaw, sending him to the ground. He then spoke in a stern angered tone "Don't you DARE accuse me. I did everything I could, but you and I both know how stubborn he can be. HE WAS ALL I HAD IN THIS WORLD, SO DON'T THINK...DON'T YOU EVER THINK THAT I WANTED THIS!"

Gabriel rubbed his jaw "He was my brother..." before Voltaire went into another fit "HE WAS MORE MY BROTHER THEN EVER YOURS! He and Seph where my family, she died I couldn't save her and now he's gone....they were more my family then yours. Hell you never even paid attention to him when he fought int he wars, now you all of the sudden want to be brother to him!"

Gabriel slowly stood up and tried to make eye contact with Voltaire, his upper lip twitched slightly. Voltaire of course did make the contact, feeling Gabriel try to enter his mind. "Really? Your going to try and attack my mind, MINE!" Being stronger, he shoved Gabriel out.

Gabriel stumbles back some, growling in anger. Though Voltaire ended that when he let tendrils extend out of his back. Gabriel had this fear of tendrils and backed away further from Voltaire, saying "Look just..just put those things away.Just put them up and leave, you told me what you wanted so leave me alone."

Voltaire look down some "I can't go back, the elves are hunting me, your father has banished me.I.. I really don't have anywhere to go, unlike you I don't have any family. Atleast you still have a father." Gabriel rose a brow "heh, ya my father, having him...can't have him around when he is to busy with the masses." Voltaire rolled his eyes "You sound like a spoiled brat, he's a ruler.Its kinda what they do."

Gabriel growled some "DON'T CALL ME THAT! My...my brother always said that. I'm not spoiled....I mean I am but I am trying not to be." folding his arms. Voltaire withdrew his tendrils "Well I..will leave you be." turn to walk away. Gabriel would speak up "Wait....I...I don't want to be alone either. I mean I don't plan on going back home anytime soon, if not, not at all."

Voltaire rose a brow "Oh what you think we're gonna be all buddy buddy?" Gabriel shook his head "no but never mind just go.."
Voltaire smirked "I might be around, especially if you go all dark.Ya I know about it, you do so and I will put seals on you. Your brother is not here anymore to protect you."
Gabriel rolled his eyes "I won't go dark...sheesh. I...I miss him though. I...I can't believe he is dead."
Voltaire moves to pat his shoulder "I know I miss him too, but now I have to pick up his job. I was going to extend a hand to you, if you too wanted to help me."

Gabriel stared at Voltaire for a long time "You..You want me to help you?But..but I ruin everything."
Voltaire chuckles "No.You might make mistakes, but I can tell you can do right. You just got to believe in yourself Gabe. Besides your brother screwed up lots of times, messed alot of things up."

Gabriel tilted his head "He did? Well...umm ya I guess I will come with you." Voltaire grinned slightly "Well then lets go, we got alot of work to do."

The End is Nigh Guy issue #3

   It's that wonderful time in the seasons, a time of joy, peace, and prosperity. On Earth it's known as fall, in Altainia it is like Christmas.  Gifts would be made and handed out to little children, some where of foxes and others of gods that brought about bountiful harvest. There was usually a festival going on, especially in the human cities and villages. Kydian held a nice festival, even though it was a small city compared to Vocalin city.

Though it was still nice, colors of bright red and orange dawn in garlands that hung on top of doors. Yellow flowers sat out around buildings in pots, with few red and orange wild flowers among them. Churches even dressed their buildings, with colors suited to the god or goddess. Wind chimes strung through out the city as well, to give the chimes of the wind.

That wasn't the only chimes heard, off in a distance one could hear a bell. It was about around dawn, when our very own End is Nigh guy walks the streets. He'd shout about the dark man, a man with red eyes. Though this day the dark man was in the streets. Voltaire had been taking a stroll out, looking at all the decorations in the city. He heard the ringing in the streets, knew whom it belong to. Voltaire paid no mind to it, though he should have.

The End of Nigh guy rang his bell "THE DARK MAN IS GOING TO GET ALL OF YOU, WATCH OUT FOR THE DEMON! HIS EYES TELL THE LIES HE SPEAKS, BEWARE OF THE RED EYE MONSTER!" Coming up on the same street as Voltaire. Now Voltaire wasn't dressed all that fancy, just black slacks with a black button up shirt. He also dorn a vest with tail coat ends, it was red with golden flora embroidery, might have been a bit flamboyant. Voltaire could pull it off though, he'd hear the shouting. Shaking his head, when he turns and when he does, he is met with water.

Soaking to the bone, water dripping off him. "TAKE THE WATER BLESS BY AZURE AND BE GONE FOUL DEMON! YOU WILL NOT TAKE THIS CITY, YOU NOT SPREAD YOUR LIES!" End of Nigh guy shouts, while others around chuckle slightly. Some found humor and others just stared mouth a gap. Voltaire however did not find humor to it, his arms held out while he just took in what happen. Slowly Votlaire looked up, trying to keep calm, his eyes a bright blue now.

"Look here you crazed lunatic, I can not be harmed by holy water. I am in no mood for your rants and lies. I will say this calmly, stay away from me, cause next time I might not be so calm." Voltaire spoke as calmly as he could. The End is Nigh guy just shouts "I WARN YOU ALL, STAY AWAY FROM THIS MAN, HE IS EVIL! HE WILL DESTROY YOUR CITY, YOUR LIVES!!" Without warning Voltaire punches him square in the middle of his face.

"ANYONE ELSE WANTS TO FOLLOW IDIOTS FEEL FREE, HOWEVER BE PREPARED FOR THE CONSEQUENCES!!" Voltaire shouts tot he crowd that had gathered around, the End is Nigh guy slowly got up with his nose bleeding. "I'M TELLING YOU HE IS EVIL!!" hobbling through the crowd, to get away from Voltaire.

Voltaire moved off, as the crowd also got on with their business. Voltaire mutters "I bet thats not the first time you got your ass handed to you. Freaken nutter."  quite pissed, heading out of town to his little home that many didn't know about.

Bob the Zombie

 In Kydian there is an alley way that no one dares walk through. Rumors that it was cursed, that those who walk it die. People would complain to the justice that there was moaning there, that they heard sounds of a dieing cat. The Justice found nothing, atleast nothing that they were willing to speak of. There use to be an apartment there, once housed a Pantophobic, the poor male just couldn't ever get over his phobia. They say he eventually died there or atleast thats what they think.

Now the door to the apartment had boards on it, almost as if to keep something in. People had notice when the Justice placed them, it only spurred the rumors more. Every now and then kids would dare each other to walk into the alley. They were to walk into the alley and throw rocks at the windows to the Pantophobic old apartment. Hell some have notice boards put up on the inside over the broken glass, some gangs had graffiti around the area, with poor choice of words.

On one eventful day, there was a man who was in the mist of a gun fight. Rounds after rounds fired off, the man had gotten hit in the side. Blood oozing from the wound, staining his purple shirt. His hand runs against the wound, feeling it. Bolting through the streets, firing back, this man managed to make it to that cursed alley. His sneakers splashing through puddles of water, from where the drains would let the rain fall through the pipes. The rims of his plaid purple pants damp and wet from the puddles, once in the alley, the being that was pursing him, let him go.

Once the male realized he was safe, he leans against the wall. Sliding down and sits in the damp grounds of the alley, taking deep breaths. He took his hat off, it resembled a jester hat, only it had two long tails with tiny bells at the end. His face was painted with face paint of white and black, hiding the scars that riddle his face. The man being Jester, he decided to wait it out in the alley way for now. Looking to see just how bad he was hurt, right as he was looking, the door to the apartment open up. Slight moan comes out, Jester slowly turn his head as he sat next to the door.

Slowly a head peers between some beams that where far apart enough for his head to fit through. He had pale sickly greyish-green skin, one eye had slight cataract to it and the other was such a pale green it was almost white. He had a brown goatee and long brown hair, which was a mess and poorly pinned in a ponytail. This sickly fellow turn his head and peers at Jester, whom peered back to the being. They had a long stare off in silence, then the sickly fellow spoke up "You look hurt."

Jester would retort "Uh ya, just got shot." the sickly male nod his head slowly. "That can't be good. You....want to come in? I got some stuff that might help." Jester thought long and hard on this. He knew the rumors of the alley way, but he always was one to live on the edge of danger.

With a shrug of the shoulder Jester spoke up "Um sure why not, but um....how do I get in." pointing to the boards. The sickly male pulls his head back and reached to push down some loose boards. "Sorry you'll have to crawl through, but its a way in."

Jester had no problem with that, crawling into the apartment. He look around to the gloomy place, abit messy, cloths everywhere, cloths over the furniture. The bath room was not to clean either, there was greenish grim on the tiles and rust around the mirror. The mirror was a bit faded in the corners with dark circles, the male pulls the mirror open. Inside there was gauze and a bottle of disinfectant, letting Jester use them. Jester had taken note to the dried old blood stain in the tub.

The male shuffled off, going to the couch. After Jester tended to his wound, he move to where the male was. Seeing the bandages around the guys wrists. Jester glance around more and says "So they boarded you in here cause you angered the gods huh?"

The sickly male look to Jester "Ya, every now and then I go out, gotta eat still." Jester nods and plops next to the guy. "What you do?" playing stupid, as he could gather what had happened. "Oh I commited suicide. So now I am doomed a life of the undead. Most run when they hear that, going 'AH! ZOMBIE! RUN!' and what not."

Jester smirked "Well your not the same as a mindless undead, though I never met a Zombie able to talk."
The sickly male nods "Oh true, but appearently when the gods curse you its a slow process, you slowly lose yourself. Slowly watch as you can no longer function in society. I guess I no longer have to fear everything, since I am already dead."

Jester laughed "Ya, true, you know your alright. It will make interesting story, Zombie helped me and fixed my wounds."
The sickly male look serious "They might isolate you, you know Zombie touch and all..."
Jester would interrupt "You're a cursed Zombie, not one of those normal Zombies. Now I am not all smart in the mystical way, but I do know from growing up that if the gods turn you undead, you can't catch it unless bitten, like a Garou."
The male grin some "Oh well thats a relief, I'd hate to have damned you.Oh I'm Bob by the way."
Jester nods "I'm Jester, nice to meet ya.Well I need to head off, if I don't they might worry about me."

Bob thought a moment "Well do come back, I don't get alot of company and its nice to talk to someone for once."
Jester nods " oh sure, it be nice to have a place to go to get away from everyone." snickering some.

Bob chuckle some "Ok I'll see ya out, I have to place the boards back or the Justice will just re-nail them down."

Jester turns to Bob "I'll talk to them, I'm an ex Justice. I can still pull some strings.I'll make sure they don't mess with the boards."

Bob smiled "Thanks."

Jester crawled out the front door and headed back to the Hunters hideout. Giving Bob a slight wave goodbye, Bob waved back and pondered a night out himself, maybe catch a few rats.

Rose Thorn Academy.

 In Altainia there is a school that is for the most prestigious in the realm. Only those of noble blood or held high in regards with nobles, this was the school they go to. It was a very nice place, a gothic cathedral style in architect, the inside was more renaissance style. The ceiling had wonderful art work painted along them, it was a tribute to all the gods of Altainia. Now the school was wired for modern lighting, yet all the candlestick holders and chandeliers were still in place. Kept for a just in case power failure,  still adorn with candles, ready to be used.

All races were welcome to the school, it was not only for one type. Though the school had not seen a human walk in it in a long time, not since the human kingdom split and became divided. Elves had their own section of the school, as they didn't really like to mingle with others not of their own. Even Demons had been known to go to the school.

One of the students was the grandson of the Vampire King, his name was Star and he wasn't a full Vampire. Not many knew what he was, just that he was a Vampire type. There was some rumor that he wasn't the grandson of the Vampire King, but the King himself put those to rest. Other noble Vampires were not to kind to Star, calling him halfblood and tainted. Star just rolled it off his shoulders, never letting other words get to him. He was proud of who he was, never seeing a reason to be ashamed.

He may not have had many friends, but he did have a few that he appreciated very much. His friends were outcast as well, for one they were not nobles or of noble decent. One was a male whom was in more of a dark attire, black hair that was shaved around the sides of the head and the top hanged in his eyes. His name was Azeract and all that was known was that he was half Angelic, his hues were of a bright violet. Another whom hung around was a  female with bright red eyes, she dress in dark Lolita's when not in school uniform, unlike Azeract who almost was never in uniform. Her name was Taki, she too had black hair, she kept it up in two buns atop her head.

The three of them always hung around, they had a lot of classes together. Sat together at lunch, in Earths realm they'd be known as the goth kids. However Altainia knows no such style or clichés like Earths, kids hung around similar types, but they never classed themselves as anything.

The teachers taught many things, one of the biggest is history. Altainia is proud and deep into its history, Rose Thorn Academy has the largest library collection in the realm. Lots of books containing each race history and culture. Star had read almost all of them, he loved books. He and his friends always hung around there, not many bothered them, plus with how old the building was, they had found hidden places in there. There were many hidden places in the building, false walls, sliding bookshelf, and giant portrait that have doors behind them.

Star and his friends had found most of them, they made a game of it. Their goal was to find all the hidden treasures of the school, though they had learn the teachers would speak nothing, aside from one teacher. Though he knew no harm would be done, to he often push their curiosity along. None the less this school always had something knew to offer to those who seek it.

Paint it Black

  Every city is dawn and filled with graffiti in it, from young rift raft as some call them. The hoodlums of the city, the gangs that stroll the street, thinking they own them. Graffiti was a way one could claim turf, but sometimes it was just for some to express themselves. Using the city as a canvas, their gate way to creating a beautiful colorful world.

However not everyone finds graffiti to be beautiful or tasteful, especially with the gang signs and poorly used grammar. To some the art work made the city look worse, like it was a bad city to be in, of course Kydian wasn't a great city to begin with. The Hunters were one to not like it, well not all of them hated the graffiti, but the leader was unimpressed. He often tried to help fund the city, to get the graffiti cleaned up, yet when it was cleaned, it was just fresh start for the gangs to reclaim turf. It was causing wars and though the Hunters and cops would try to keep the peace, it was a war that wasn't being won.

However there was another whom hated the graffiti, who saw it as a plague in some ways. Though they loved the art work, they hated with passion the distasteful ones and the hoodlums it belong to. So they or should it be said he, decided to do something about it.

He had gathered up some buckets with paint, paint brushes, and wore black coveralls. Setting out, he moves to the first graffiti filled alley, with a choice to whether pick and choose which graffiti to stay. He had made in his mind that all should be removed, it was only fair. Dipping the paint brush, he began to paint over it, the black paint covering it completely. He had about 100 brushes and paint rollers with him, yet no one else helped him.

Maybe he thought someone would, someone whom hated the graffiti as much as he. Finishing the alley, he moved to another one and started on it. Once the day was half was done, he moved past the first alley he started on, only to find it had fresh graffiti in it. This only infuriated him and with this he would release a black mass of tendrils from his back. Grabbing all the brushes and paint rollers, going madly to town painting the entire city black, it didn't matter if it was covering a graffiti wall or a clean wall.

Now the Hunters leader had been away on business, with him Nine had tagged along. They had only been gone a day, reaching up to Kydian. They came to a stop, Nine looked at the now black city, tilting his head "You had the city painted black? I mean I knew you hated the graffiti, but to paint the whole city Momo.."

Momo stood there, clenching his fist "VOLTAIRE!" he scream out, only making Nine raise his brow. Yes it seem fitting, also correctly accused. Voltaire was now back in his hidey whole admiring his work. Now the city was one beautiful color and to him it was much better then to be multicolor. He sipped his rum and hummed a tune, a satisfied grin to his lip, almost like he knew Momo was pissed. Like he could hear his own name being screamed out. "I just love the color black." he murmured to himself.

End is Nigh Guy issue #2

 The city life,lights that make it shimmer in the night. Life only coming out with the rise of the moon, while day time was for the corporate beings whom worked all day. At night though, was when all the fun happen, it was here that we find one of the crazies running about. Bell ringing in the air,shouts of end times bellowing on the winds, through the streets. People moving to avoid any contact with the poorly dressed male, some thinking him homeless with his tattered cloths. The church of Azure had ran him off already, the Priest finding to disturbing for those seeking peace with the church.

The man wore a huge sign over his rags of clothing, which state 'THE END IS NIGH!!' and oh yes this was end is nigh guy. After he observed the show between Voltaire and Nine, his views had change slightly. Instead of claiming the Dragons would burn out the world or a meteor was going to crash onto the surface. He was screaming about a dark man, a tall lanky male, whom would destroy Altainia.

He'd been wandering the streets in the city, even ran across Nine once. Screaming at him, with claims of how Nine was nothing more then a puppet to the dark man, how Nine was a tool being used to help destroy the world. Nine of course ignored him and distance himself from the man, as fast as he could. Other Hunters avoided the male like the plague, as some people thought the Hunters as the dark man, since they wore all black.

Though the word had never reach to whom the dark man was suppose to be, Voltaire, he had not heard of this yet; though he hadn't left the Gypsy camp much lately. Voltaire also had not been in Kydian for the past few months. Nor would he been in the city tonight, for the wonderful soul stuck with this musing male, would be Jester.

Jester was bored this night, he'd been drinking in several bars, goofing off most the night. Like the pest few nights, it had been quiet, not many willing to stir trouble. Jester wanders down, probably the only Hunter not to wear all black. His dirty dark purple jacket dulled in the light, wearing a shirt with words eat me on it. The bell was heard and he knew what it meant. He looks around alert, his messy hair dancing at the edge of his eyes, its multi-colors of purples, blues, and greens glistening.

The scrapping of worn sandals on concrete was getting louder, Jester quicken his paced, his sneakers leaving no sound, in hopes of sneaking off. It was not fear that was driving him from the male, but the sheer fact that he knew the male knew he hung with Voltaire. He had spotted the male watching him one time as he spoke with Voltaire. So he rather not deal with the shouting and judgment, but sadly he only seem to run right into the man. Jester gave an annoyed growl, his hands shoving deeper into the pockets of his purple-ish, green-ish skinny jeans.

End of nigh guy stood staring at the young male, he rings the bell harder and screams "HERE! HERE!...HERE IS ONE OF THE DEMONS SERVANTS NOW! LOOK NOW AS TO HOW HE IS UNNERVED TO BE OUTED! KNOW HIS FACE, FOR IT IS A FACE OF DECEPTION! HE BRINGS ABOUT THE LIES OF THE DARK MAN, HE SPREADS THE DARK MANS WORDS LIKE WILD FIRE! HEED MY WARNINGS, STAY AWAY FROM THIS INFORMANT OF THE DARK MAN!" Jesters blue hues blinking abit at each shout. Slowly his hand reach up and he jab it with his pinky, as if the mans shouting was clogging his ears. Jester then goes to speak "Must you go about hating on a person, just cause he dresses differently or has red eyes. I mean sheesh some dark elves have red eyes, but no one goes around claiming them to destroy the world. Granite they never leave the underground, but still."

End of nigh guy glares at Jester "I have seen him plotting, speaking of how pathetic our world is. I know he wishes to destroy this wonderful world." Jester rolled his eyes " Whatever, but get in my face again and I'll make sure its the last thing you do. Got it? Also keep telling people I will destroy this world and I'll set you on fire and pour gasoline all over you to watch it burn hotter." The mans mouth drops a moment and then he shouts "YOU SEE HOW HE THREATENS ME! PEOPLE YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED, THIS MAN WORKS WITH THE DARK MAN! BEWARE OF HIM, DO NOT LET HIM GET YOU TOO! DO NOT...." with that Jester right hooks the males lower jaw. This sent the man straight for the contrete, Jester leans over him "Thats you fucking warning, next time I'll kill you for sure." marching off grumbling about crazy bastards. The end of nigh guy gets up slowly, holding his jaw and ringing his bell. He stumble about the city now, unable to do much shouting with the sore jaw, but never stopping people from reading his sign.

Death of Love

They say love is something that keeps everyone going, its what makes life worth while. Yet for those whom never loved, say its over rated. It's hard to say what it is, but one thing is for sure when one is touched by love, they are never the same. This little story is about one of our own favorite being, Voltaire. Yes even our very own was once in love.

He was in love with an angel, whose name was Ophelia. They had met once at a festival, Voltaire had locked eyes with her and it was over. They seem in separable, always hanging around each other. They love to go to celebrations and dance. Even though they were deeply in love, it didn't change the fact that they came from different worlds. She was an angel of Azure and Voltaire.... well everyone assume him a demon, so their love was forbidden.

The head of Ophelia's order was an angel name Cale, who disapproved deeply of their love. Threaten them regularly on it, well threaten Ophelia, warning her. Till one day he went to Voltaire instead, meeting him in Kydian. Voltaire was at a stall looking at some herbs, when Cale approaches him. "You there." he had short black hair,fair skin. He didn't look of your typical angel type, of course most in Altainia ever did look typical.  Voltaire turns wearing a white button up shirt, with a vest. He was really dressed down today, speaking up "Yes?" looking to Cale " Oh, it's just you." rolling his eyes.

Cale had a serious look, his blue hues behind glasses. "I am here to talk to you." he wore black suit and tie. Rather dull looking fellow, but well he was an angel. Voltaire however  seem annoyed " What do you want now?"

Cale folds his arms " you know why I am here, I forbid you and Ophelia's affair. A demon such as you can never love, you'll corrupt her you fiend." Voltaire narrowed his eyes, taking a deep breath " Oh Cale, how naive you are. Look I love Ophelia and she loves me, deal with it." folding his arms too.

Cale glared at him and says "If you do not, then there will be consequence. I mean honestly look at you and her, you know that it can never truly be. Someone as imperfect as you to be with her." Voltaire stared at Cale for a while, listening to him. Perfection was something Voltaire stride for, knowing that he himself was imperfect. Even viewed Ophelia as perfect like Cale did, but he shook his head "I think you're jealous."

Cale shook his head " You know what your doing is wrong,you're a heartless bastard.Now I warned you, I can not be held responsible for what happens to Ophelia." he'd fly off, while Voltaire thought it over.

He didn't want Ophelia to pay for being with him, he did lover her deeply. So he ask to meet with her, even if Cale didn't bother him. He knew Cale could harm Ophelia, so they met up. Ophelia was also a black haired angel, with blue eyes. She wore a elegant white dress, with a corset.She smiles to him "What was it you wanted to talk about?" Voltaire frown though.

"Ophelia, you know I love you. I always will, but we can't see each other anymore." he tell her, Ophelia's smile faded. She then ask "What? Why? What did I do?" Voltaire shook his head " Nothing, you have done nothing wrong. Its just I can't let you fall, I love you and you are so perfect.If you continue to love me, you'll become a fallen angel and I can't allow that."

Tears of light fall from her eyes "I don't care about that Voltaire, I just want to be with you. Why are you talking like this?" Voltaire moves back from her " Because my dear I am nothing more then a demon and you're an angel, our love was never meant to be." He'd walk away from her, as Ophelia cried. Only to hear Cale voice " It's much to late for that." Plunging his sword through her heart." Voltaire turns to see such horror.

Ophelia gasp, once Cale removed it, she would fall to the ground. Voltaire screamed out "NO!" running to her, pulling her into his lap. " How could you? I broke it off with her to save her." Cale shook his head "Too late,she was already fallen. It's your fault, you corrupted her" Ophelia stared up to Voltaire "I...I didn't care if you corrupted me or not, I love you." Voltaire eyes turn to a icy bright blue,he would whisper to her "I'm so sorry my love, I am so sorry." as she passed in his arms.He turn his gaze to Cale, he speak in utter hatred "I swear I will kill every last one of you and your order."slowly lays Ophelia on the ground, before bat like wings form out of his back.He take to flight and headed to Azures realm.

Cale blink and did not suspect Voltaire to react in such a way.He would follow after Voltaire, but by the time he was able to catch up it was too late. He look around to where the order resided and found death everywhere, screams could be heard. He didn't think Voltaire was powerful enough to kill angels. He would unsheathe his sword of Azure, running to find Voltaire. He came up to see him, ripping at angel with claws. Clade eyes go wide "By Azure." Voltaire drops the corpse. He turns to see Cale "You wanted to see a demon, well then." Horns grew out of his head, large and glowed of red. A tail appeared from behind, looking black and like it was extension of his spine. Voltaire's skin went black,stepping closer to Cale "A demon you shall have." his voice taking to the sound of multiple tones.

Cale would charge at Voltaire, as they locked into battle. Each of them parry and lunged at each other, till Cale got lucky and shoved his sword through Voltaire's chest where his heart be. Voltaire stumble back, acting out as if he may die. Cale smirked " Your efforts where in vein, demons such as yourself will always be killed by holy power." Voltaire stood straight and says " My god, could you get anymore cliché then that?" Cale's mouth dropped at the sight.

"Whats the matter, oh wait thats right demon suppose to die. OH but I am not dieing, I'm just a heartless being you stabbed. Guess the jokes on you." pulling the blade out, he would move fast and grabs Cale. "W-W-what are you?" he'd ask, Voltaire grab his wings "I won't kill you no, I will just take your rights away from you." He'd ripped off his wings, leaving Cale to scream out in pain. "Now your the fallen one, enjoy your new fucking life." Voltaire state, as he walked off.

Where paths may lead.

Rain continue to fall from the sky, it had let up some though. Looking around, one could tell it had rained for quite some time.  Rain was great for some places, this place being one of them. A little farm house with lots of farm lands. The ground was muddy, easy to do stuff, but one would want the ground a little more dry. Looking around, you could spot a man digging, he was not far from the house. If you come up closer you would see that the male was digging a grave. Near the dig site was a wooden coffin, the male once finish crawled out of the hole.He grabs the coffin and tries his best to lower it safely and easy. Blood ran down his cheeks, for he was mourning. He just lost his other half, now struck with grief. He slowly got into the hole as well and laid ontop of the coffin.

He was not ready to say goodbye and yet life decided that he be force. The male just laid there, crying over the loss. He would speak in a low tone "This is not right, its not right you been taken from me. I need you sephi. I need you." the male closing his eyes.He was willing to just be buried with her, not wanting to go any further alone.

At the edge of the dug grave, two fine looking pointed boots come up. The Victorian dressed fellow looks down to the Vampire. "You have to let her go Nine, she's gone and she would not want this." the being spoke. Nine would shake his head "I don't care, I need her. She deserved better, she deserve a chance to grow old. Live out her life to the fullest."
The male would sigh out and says "Nine she needs you to live, to protect this world among other things."
Nine would just wallow "She was going to be a mother and I a father...but guess thats all over with now. I want her back, Voltaire bring her back."
Voltaire frowns deeply, he felt for Nine. He had loved once and knew how strong of pain it could bring. "I'm sorry Nine I can't, I would if I could. Besides what if you child had lived? You need to get out of there and let her go..."Voltaire was cut off.
"No! It is best that our child died with her,I am no one to raise a child. I couldn't even protect her, save her."

Voltaire clearly getting annoyed, but remain calm "Nine get out. We will give her a proper burial." pushing back his idea to tell him about his child.He was not ready, clearly.
Nine reluctantly got out, he would reach for the shovel, only to be stopped by Voltaire. Who would take it from Nine and begin filling the hole. Nine wanted to throw himself down to her, but he knew Voltaire was right. It pained and nearly killed him to watch his love be buried.

Once Voltaire was done, he'd say a few words "May her soul touch the heavens as it has touch this realm and all who lived in it.For when we look to the skies we shall see her smile." Nine remain silent, just staring at the grave.He go to place a stick like cross, but was stopped by Voltaire. Voltaire moves and would use his black blood goo to build up a tombstone, that read 'Here lies Sephitia Tramik the kindest woman altainia ever knows. Loving wife and Loving mother. May she forever be remembered.' Voltaire then stood next to Nine in silence.

 Nine leaned against Voltaires shoulder "She's gone.." he murmured. Voltaire reached his arm around Nine saying "I know, I know." They stand there for a few hours, before leaving the farm. Nine glances back to her grave, before he follow Voltaire to the town.

It'll be alright.

Dark clouds covered the sky, as lightning dances across them. Rain fell hard all around, quenching the earth. The ground started to turn to mud, though there was not only mud for blood mixed with it. Following the blood trail, it lead to a woman. Probably was once beautiful in her time, but now she laid a beaten wreck. The blood came from her stomach, that had been cut open.Though her body did not touch the ground, it was held by a male.The woman had beautiful blonde hair, that was now stained with blood and mud. Her lover holding tight, as his black hair fell around him and blood ran down his cheeks. He held her tight against his chest, she spoke softly to him. Stroking his cheek, before her hand falls limp to the ground. The male screamed out into the storm, not far from the two was a farm house. Around the side of the house was another male, peering at the two with his red eyes. He move back around as a small infants cry was made and in his arms was just that. He would coo the child to be silent,before he would better cover the child.

Slightly using his fine regal coat, to shield it from the rain. The male would make for the nearest town, planning to take a carriage. Once he made it to the town, he headed into a building awaiting the carriage. While he waited, he thought back to a few days ago. When he and the blonde woman, whom passed, had talked. In the memory he had just walked up into the farm house, the male with black hair had move past him. Heading out to do some labor in the fields, the blonde woman was about almost nine months pregnant. She would speak "Voltaire could I speak with you inside, its important." Voltaire looks up to her and says "Of course Sephi." heading inside. Voltaire followed as they went into the kitchen of the house. She would stoke the fire under the stove, getting her copper tea pot and filled it with water. Voltaire took a seat "What is it you wish to talk about?" She looks to him. "Me and Nine have talked, well Nines didn't say much,but I know he agrees. We want you to be godfather over our child."

Voltaire rose a brow and chuckles "A what? Whats a godfather?" Sephitia chuckles lightly "It means should anything ever happen to me or Nine, we want you to raise our child." Voltaire blinks and grew silent. He would think this over, before speaking "I don't think this is a wise choice." Sephitia made some tea. Handing a cup to voltaire,before she spoke "I trust you and I know Nine trust you." Just like that the memory faded. It moved to few hours ago, with Sephitia battered on the ground. Voltaire had found her, before Nine did. When he found her, he had begged her to allow him to save her. Though she told him "No. Save my child, please, I had my time. Please Voltaire, take my child. Help Nine raise our baby, he will need you." Voltaire turning his first two fingers into a blade "I'm so sorry sephi, I won't be able to take your pain." With that he cut her open to take the child.

So now Votlaire rode in a carriage, holding the baby close to him. Looking down to the sleeping child, the carriage stopped. Voltaire reached to a castle, a dark castle that most called curse. Well humans anyway, he reach the doors and beat at it with his hand. There were guards near by who open the door. Voltaire spoke up "I need to leave this child here, he'll be safer here."moving inside.

End is Nigh guy issue #1

In the city of Kydian, there is much to be seen here. This is a city that has been through so much, seen so much, that now most would deem it dead. It's not a glorious city, not like it once was, here there was a darkness that had rooted within. Even the Hunters had a hard time cleaning it out and this was their starting point. The crime in this city was the worst in all of Altainia, no soul traveled alone here. Most of the buildings had been vandalized and defaced with graffiti, others were fashioned with locks of all sorts.

Yes this city had been gone for far to long and yet, if one look close enough, could still see a glimmer of a heart beat with in. Just a sliver of hope, its that hope that keeps it going. The hope of a better, brighter future. Though for now we will take our tale with one of the Hunters, a Hunter most know as Nine. Nine whom adorn a black trench coat, black button up shirt (half buttoned), black combat boots with metal on the toes, and black leather pants. He only carried one weapon, a sword that out matched any other, though as a Pureblooded Vampire, he rarely needed any weapon.

Nine was stalking the city at night, taking out any contract the Hunters had gathered. Sept this night, he was on his own, not really working with the Hunters. He was, as one says off duty, walking around the dark city. It was surprisingly quiet, few thugs here and there, nothing the authorities couldn't handle. Nine found himself rather bored, almost thought to call it an early night.

Up ahead was a man, like most cities have one, so did Kydain. It was one of this men who tries to warn you about the end, how its coming. This man was one of them, he wore tattered old clothings, looked dirty himself. He held a sign up, which read "The End is Nigh!" and in his other hand he had a bell. He kept ringing the bell and screaming out " The end, the end, its coming! Be prepared, for its coming! The end is coming I say!" He seem to only pace though this night, around near the old Azurian church. It was still very much functional, just the building had seen better years.

Now thats not the part in which Nine became quiet, as the word goes intrigued. Behind the man was another man, this man was finely dressed in black coat,Black button up shirt, nice ascot which was red, a victorian style black vest, nice black dress pants, and leather pointed boots with buckles around the ankles. His hair was dark brown and he had a nice trimmed beard, his eyes were a vibrant red. Yes boys and girls it is Altainia's own Voltaire, he too carried a sign, as he paced behind end is nigh guy. Sept his sign read "The End is already here." though he did not shout anything. He merely remained silent, just following the end is nigh guy around. Thats aleast what he has decided to name the fellow, it mused him.

Now Nine just looked well confused, he would walk over to Voltaire and ask "What are you doing? Don't tell me you believe in all this end is coming crap?"

Voltaire grins as he so does "Oh but Nine its already here, can't you tell? We all, already live in one of the circles of hell. Circles, gates, realms, cells, levels......whatever you want to call them." gesturing his free hand about.

Nine took a deep breath, trying to grasp Voltaires, thought patterns, which was quite difficult to do. "Voltaire I think I would know if I lived in hell."

Voltaire's grin widen "Oh but you don't, you're blind like the rest. Like this end is nigh guy, you don't realize you're already dead. I wish you would and just move on already, make this process so much easier. Plus then the planet would finally be able to heal, from all of damage everyones put her through.

Nine cocked a brow "Wouldn't you have to move on to?"

Meanwhile end is nigh guy had grown silent, listening to them talk. His mind swirling at Voltaire's words, trying to take it all in.

Voltaire however continued "No you see, this is not my hell. My hell is worse then this, for my hell is an eternal torment with in myself, that can never be settled. Now then as I said before, everyone's already dead, wish you all wise up and go to the great beyond, leave me your planet." grinning wide to Nine.

End is nigh guy, just watched baffled. He didn't know what to say, nor did he have any import to their talk.

Nine would sigh "Whatever Voltaire, I forget talking to you is a headache. Just don't forget what our contract says Voltaire." with this, Nine walks away and decides yes, he will call it an early night.

Voltaire would remain grinning, he just replies with "I never forget Nine, never."

All the while end of nigh guy sort of just wanders off, letting his sign drag on the ground a little. Could this Voltaire be right, is he already dead, living in a circle of hell and if so, which level?

I don't believe you.

 In Altainia there is a castle in the sky, its just one of many on the sky continents. This castle was in Unsterblich, the Vampiric city, it was known as castle Nacht Durst. There had never been a break into the castle ever, for the Vampiric army was always diligent in protecting their King, especially the Indari Vampires.

Few years back there was rumor of a break in, word had spread that someone had made it to the King. Some even believed that the King was murdered by the very being and that the being secretly ruled. Though much to those rumors are true, someone did break into the castle and make it to the King. However they did not kill him,but merely made a point to the King. A point that ended up being reversed, for the King showed the intruder that the guards were just for show. That intruder was Altainia's very own, the man whom runs with the gypsy, who many call Demon, the one and only Voltaire.

Ever since that night, he and Kain had manage to become friends. Voltaire would come to the castle every now and then, they would talk or play chess. Kain had become keen to Voltaire's advice, found it rather useful, so he had made Voltaire his ambassador of the Vampires. They were spending this day as any normal day, talking and having drinks. Voltaire was nursing a glass of rum, though normally he would just run through a whole bottle, as if it were nothing, today he just took it slow. Kain was sipping a glass of bloodwine, usually he just drink glass of blood, but he too was being odd.

They were in Kains study, sitting in some nice leather chairs, by a massive window. Kain just stared out the window, watching the city of Unsterblich. Voltaire stared at Kain "You know its rather rude to ignore guess."

Kain rose his brow "Since when have you ever been a guess in this castle?"

Voltaire smirked "True,but you ask that I come. Then when I do, you just sit in silence."

Kain looks to Voltaire with his blood hue eyes "Yes I did ask you here, I have something of importance to discuss with you."

Voltaire leans forward "Oh and what would you like to discuss, I already inform you with the Shadow cult movement, theres no news on Xexedillion, you don't already know. I am quite well taken by surprise."

Kain slightly shook his head "Your being mellow dramatic, I'm being serious. I need to talk to you on a subject you seem to avoid. I will not let you avoid it this time, you know what I want to talk about."

Voltaire stares down to his rum glass, silent for a few minutes "I am not able to speak of such things, you should know. Besides I am curious on your relationship with the Wraith, how are things since the battle at Fantoma."

Kain narrow his eyes "I do not want to discuss alliances, I am talking about how you are the only being to find my lost son. Now you keep him from me, you know what I could do to you for such insubordination."

Voltaire looks to Kain "Do to me, threatening me doesn't make me want to tell you. I mean honestly, I thought we were friends." he give a hurt expression, slouching.

Kain stop paying attention to Voltaire demeanor "Your faking, now give me the information I want." his tone taking to demanding.

Voltaire just stared at Kain gasping "Ugh! How dare you accuse me of being fake and mellow dramatic."Folding his arms, looking away "I don't think I can tell you of such information, I am just to frustrated and hurt now."

Kain grit his teeth lightly, leaning back in his seat "I don't believe you, your just being a drama queen, to avoid talking about what I want to know."

Voltaire glance at Kain "Damn, we know each other way to long." He then shrugs "I can't tell you anything you don't already know. I just think your clinging, hoping that I have something. I have nothing and you just need to accept that."

Kain looked away to stave his anger " Your suppose to be his friend, how is it you know little then me. You're lying and my patience is wearing then."

Voltaire nods slowly, standing up "I told you, I can't tell you anything. You're just going have to believe me." With this he set down the rum glass and walk out.

Kain saying "I don't believe you, your lying." but Voltaire just left. Kain sighed "But you are right at the same time, I know in time he will eventually seek me out. I just wish that time was here already."

Turn to watch the city once more, mulling over the fact that Voltaire was the only being he couldn't get his way with. It didn't matter how many time you threaten or try to force him, he was very strong in standing his ground. Which was one of the reason Kain admired him for.

My name is not Volty!

Around mount Zykhan there was a huge hanger of sorts, meant for airships, within it was the remains of the once great Selene. The once great airship that glorified the skies with her grace, a tribute to the moon goddess herself. Now she laid in rubble, her former glory days gone or where they? For here, she would be rebuilt or at least in the making. Inside there was a small group working to fix up the great ship, the sounds of metal being pounded and blow torches going on.

In the hanger was Nine, Voltaire, Ashe, Jester, Yoshimaka, and David. Together they worked to repair their ship, Yoshimaka helping with upgrading her systems and defenses.  Ashe was explaining to Nine and annoying him about how to work the metal. Jester was working with the wiring, making sure to pull out all the burn out wires and pull the blown fuses. David moved to see what was salvageable, bringing the items into the hanger.

Ashe would call out "Eh Volty, you making sure that engine still be good." snickering slight, while Nine rose a brow to him.

Voltaire only just smiled "Yes its fine....for something that was well obliterated in the blast."

Ashe sighs "Right, guess I just had been hoping that something survived of it." moving from Nine and dipped some hot metal into water.

Voltaire shrugs "Well some of it is not to bad, I think I can get it fixed." picking out the remnants of the water steam engine. Yoshimaka walks over to Voltaire and glances over the shatter pieces and shrapnel.

"I can fix that, I have some parts that can replace those broken ones." Yoshimaka, looks up to Voltaire. Who then nods slowly "Well then get those parts so that we can fix it." he spoke with some annoyance.

Nine shook his head, going back to working the metal, beating it to the curve he needed it to be. "So....Volty?" he had to ask.

Voltaire would take a deep breath, even if not needed "It's nothing. Just Ashe being silly." was all he even state to it.

Jester walks past and says "I like Volty, sounds shocking." cackling as he get started running the wires for the stern.

David smiled "I think its neat, nicknames means you loved. Besides Volty sounds cool, it is fitting."

Ashe shouts " EH JESTER THATS WHAT I HAD SAID, HE SOUNDS SHOCKING."

Voltaires eyes turn from the deep red, to an icy bright blue "Yes, yes we all agree I sound shocking." moving around everyone,trying to maintain his smile.

Yoshimaka just got a smirk "Volty sounds stupid, but then wait so is he." moving to get the parts.

Nine shook his head "Ok lets just back off, we need to work together." placing the metal up against the others that made the haul of the ship.

Voltaire smiled at Nine "Thank you Nine and your right we need to put all our efforts on the ship, not silly nicknames."

Nine then spoke out " Right Volty." everyone else cackling, sept Voltaire who started seething at the teeth.

"Ok lets just end it now, its Voltaire not Volty." he desperately tried to stop this.

"Oh come on Volty, just means you're one of the guys." Jester explains, while Ashe chims "Yes its a term of endearment."

David agrees "Yes we just love you Votly." Nine just laughs, this was to rich for him.

Voltaire stared at them all, as if a look would kill them off. "Then how about you all love me less, I preffer Voltaire, NOT Votly."

Yoshimaka moved past him "I hate you so we are good there Volty."

Voltaire started pacing in rage "STOP...I mean it."

Jester rose his hands up "Hey calm down Votly, its just a name." The others agreeing with him, sept Nine who just snickers.

"Ok guys seriously, stop picking him. He doesn't like it and we need to get this done." Nine explain to everyone.

Voltaire stared at Nine, fixing his vest "Yes, seriously childish acts the lot of you do." trying to calm down.

Nine then adds " You're welcome Volty." snickering all the way.

Voltaire growls " ITS NOT VOLTY, ITS VOTLAIRE." with that he goes to storm out "And screw all of you, fix your own damn ship."

David shouts " Oh Voltaire don't be like that." with Ashe chiming "Ya Volty calm down."

All heard was Voltaire screaming, Nine just laughed " I have never seen him so enraged over a trivial matter."

Hunters

In Altainia there are many human cities, along with the three major cities or as the sky continent calls them kingdoms. Kydian is a city that was once a small village, grew to a nice medium city with promises of getting bigger. Over the years Kydian had gotten a rep and name, it was no longer the nice little town it use to be. No this place had grown dark, it was a city of sin now. Though even in the darkest of all place, where its less likely to happen, light always finds its way.

In Kydian a group had formed, they were what is now known as hunters. An elite group that has dedicated their lives to the realm, they do not fight for mere money, though they do accept donations. No this group helps everyone of the realm, bound by no kingdom or crown. Hunters are known, because they wear only black, as a sign to whom their life belongs too. Their life does not belong to any god, they may all follow whom they please.

The hunters where started up by a man name Momo Rigatori, whose family heritage goes back to one of the original Hunter families along with Tramik. Now a days hunter families no longer exist, most of the families became another type of authority figures. Momo was once a detective, but felt that he was unable to do real help. So he left and thus began the hunters, one of the original members is Nine, whom been with Momo when Hunters was a thought. Theres been many hunters through out the years, its grown even bigger then the small group in Kydian it once was.

Jester even was once a hunter, though after the small group sort of disbanded over the years, Jester became a merc. David even help the hunters every now and then, Rolan was a hunter, even Serenity was part of the group. The base for the original hunter group is under the city, if you walk down one of the subways and follow the tracks, you'll find a secrete stair case. If you know where to you look, then you'll find it easily. Go down the steps and there is a large sliding metal door, open it and find a huge concrete room. In that room, there is a long rectangle wooden table about four feet long. The table is up against another smaller rectangle table that was three feet long, on it was a big box full of aux plug ins, about hundred an twenty of them, headphones next to it. The empty table had one wooden chair next to it.

There was on the opposite side of the room of the table, was a hallway and across the room from the big sliding metal door was a wooden door. If you go through the wooden door, you would find it to be a small office, with a desk, computer, and a filing cabinet. Now if you go down the hallway you'll find alot of doors down it, about twenty rooms. It is a long hallway and each of the rooms had beds, so that the hunters had a place to sleep in between shifts. At the end of the hallway was a large room, it is what one would call the experimental room. A place where all their gadgets get made, test and past it was a room for training.

This was the perfect hideout for such a group, over the years they had many good and great adventures. They had suffer their losses, been through alot together. Even though the small group is not around, they still keep in contact. Most hunters refer to them as the originals or the first ones. Alot of them are legendaries in the hunters, like Nine and Momo.

Momo still runs the hunters, his system is what keeps the hunter son track and going strong. Though should anything happen to Momo, the group can still go on with him. Now Momo got along with most, but one man he could not stand and even had a few sparring with was Voltaire. Momo never trusted him and found him to be shady for his likings. They often butted heads with each other and Momo for the longest time believe Voltaire to be, behind alot of their cases.

Now the group is greater then ever and has a bright future ahead of it. From now until hundreds and hundreds of years from now, remember they are watching the realm. Ever see a being in black, know they are probably a hunter and feel safe.

Indari Clan

In Altainia there are many clans of Vampires, one of the greatest clans is the Indari clan. They are fierce warriors and tortures, no one like to be caught dead in a room with one, especially vampires. Theres a saying that no one rules the Indari clan, not even Kain the king of the Vampires. They only follow strength and any who show weakness they kill.

Indari clan is known for protecting the King though, they see strength in Kain. However if he should ever show weakness, they would turn on him. Their the second most powerful clan in the race, but their the best in torturing victim. The head of the clan is Hector Indari, the first of the clan and first to be the Kings chosen guard. Hector has a strong bloodline, his clan sealed with the birth of a son Raven Indari. Sadly though Hector after centuries of services to the King, Hector fell to the Indari curse. Once a fierce feared plague, now haunted by a plague, he is still feared, even if not seen in ages.

The Indari curse is a curse of the blood, all Indari suffer of it, even other Vampires can suffer of it. Its not strict to just Indari, just that once you have the curse the only clan who takes you is the Indari. The curse is once you drink of your own blood, you won't be able to stop, you start to deform and lose your mind slowly. Its known in another name Exsecratio sanguis, which means curse of the blood.

Hector once while out  on a mission, had to drink his own blood to survive, not only that, but he ate all his troops. He was lost for two years, when he returned, he was never the same again. His face was disfigured and his hands look more like claws. After his return, Hector retreated to his clans home. There he remains in hiding, where he can indulge his curse away from eyes. Mostly he felt shameful for his son to see him in such weakness, his son is the only Indari to not be taken by the curse. He had tasted his own blood, but only once and has had the strength to deny the thirst. He does however eat his own, like all Indari.

The entire clan is cannibals, they feed on Vampires. If not their own, then on themselves, which is why most Indari die young. Indari may be cursed, but they are strong and they fight fiercely. They are the one clan most run when seeing the banner flying high, their name thanks to Hector and Raven is feared. Raven carries a even bigger rep then his father. Once his service to the King is done, Raven will then rule Indari clan and they are willing to follow such strong leader.

Possible Book.

 Hello my name is Voltaire, years, ages, centries, even eions may have past between the time I was created and now. The bottom line is I am older then most, if not all who read. I was created for the purpose of seeking perfection, although I went by a different name then. I did my job very well, so well that my creators sought to destroy me. They failed in doing so, though were sure I'd never be at my strength ever again. I dedicated my life to proving them wrong, I adapted and decided I would become a force to be reckon with. In doing so I manage to go through a rift, landed in a new realm. There I adapted as well and even became who you now know. I made friends and a new life for myself, keeping a low profile. For I knew that one day my past would catch up with me.

You can't run your whole life from it, no matter how hard you try. I've never told anyone in this realm I am not whom they seem to think. These people view me as a demon, an evil being, they have no idea what I truly am. They don't know what I can do and are capable of, I've manage to wear this mask well. Though as said before my past is catching up, this masquerade is about to crash down.

Now I shall get to the point of this, see if you are seeing or reading this, then I have been compromised. I will need you to go and warn Nine, I am sure he'll not believe you, but then again I am sure seeing ships come from the sky might lean him to believe. I will need his help and not to worry I'll need yours too. For what I offer in this, is a chance of a lifetime, a grand adventure. Not just any adventure, but one that will take you beyond the stars. Don't worry about a ship, I thought of everything, just head to the forsaken forest, within the heart is a ship. Now get to it, I do not have much time before they try to either reprogram me or finally finish me off.

So hurry, cause once they discover our realm, they'll do worse once, I am gone. Good luck whoever you are.

Eh Volty?

In Volcalin city there is a ship yard, once known for making wonderful ships of the sea. Some of the greatest ships in Altainia came from the shipyard, now it no longer makes ships of the sea, instead ships bound for the sky. There was a island found floating in the sky and everyone wanted to get to it. It was made clear that there was life up there, though most wanted to know what kind.

In one of the "bunkers" as they like to call them, there is a smell of metal, the sound of blow torch. The lights were dim in this place, there wasn't much of a ship yet. There was alot of black metal around, even scrap metal. The one holding the blow torch was a average male, long black hair that was half pinned back. He had goggles over his eyes, wearing black coveralls, black combat boots, and leather fingerless gloves. Off to the side were some blueprints, unsure for someone glancing at them what it was. Though on the corner it said, water based engine. It seems this is what the male was working on, trying to achieve his dream.

"How is it coming?" spoken by another male, a slender average height, he had spiked dark brown hair. He dressed very nice victorian, black suede jacket, adorn with beautiful designs within the material.His voice could be charming and alluring, calm and deep.

The male blow torching stopped and grins, he spoke with a thick southern accent "It be go'n great Volty." pulling up his goggles. The male was oriental looking, putting most off by such an accent.

The other male rose a brow "Volty? What in all the realms of the underworld is Volty?"

The oriental male chuckles "Its a nickname, you know an easier way to remember yer name."

The finely dress male shook his head "Ashe just what is so hard to remember of my name, I'm the only being in Altainia with it." his eyes that once held a bright red to them, now a bright deep blue.

Ashe tilt his head and turns the torch off  "Well ya that sure is true, but its fun, friends give each other nicknames and besides yer name is odd. I like Volty, makes ya sound shocking."

The male sighs and would pinch his nose "Repeat after me, Voltaire."

Ashe shook his head "You can say whatever you like, but you'll always be Volty to me....eh Volty." snickering.

Voltaire would sigh and shakes his head in defeat, which not many can do.Voltaire then says "Very well, even though its not a hard name to remember. I shall though go, I found a place that sells just what we need for the engine."

Ashe grins "Really, well hot damn I can't wait.This ship sure is gone to be great."

Voltaire nods "Indeed." as he leave only to cringe by the farewell.

"SEE YA VOLTY!" shouted by Ashe, who then cackles and goes back to working on the metal.