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Post by Decimas on Mar 23, 2006 0:15:29 GMT -5
Decimas had known that his abrupt act of grusome agresison wouldn’t kill the girl, but he had feared a possible negative outcome amongst his hopes of a far more possative result. Much to the necromancers releif, the former, more pleasant result came of his act against the vampiric unchained that he was ever so desperately trying to tame. She hadnt become offended at his attack or pushed away from him as he had feared but rather seemed to be quite obviously put in place by it, having a rather sorry look on her face as she knelt before him respectfully keeping herself away from the tip of his sword. She hadnt become so much more confident either, from the fact that she was quite physically fine after the complete penetration of her torso with the necromancers longsword. That had been another result he had feared from the event, that she would realise her strength and resilience, no longer fearing him whatsoever.
In the end though, when put in the spotlight so to speak, he had ultimately had to make the choice to do as he did. It was afterall, the only thing he could do as she would indeed have killed him by draining him dry of his blood. Though he could so easily rise the dead from their graves, it was certainly not a possition he would ever want to be in; to be one of those mindless grunts, so annoyingly stupid and mentally void. As much as he liked to brag that he gave life to the dead, he still knew it wasn’t the same life he himself breathed, and still so desperately wanted to hold firmly to the living state he had.
In the end as well, the whole situation had turned out just the way he had hoped, though even better in some ways than he could have expected. In other ways though, he found a most disconcerting realisation in what she then knew. He shouldhave though of it sooner, shouldhave thought of it before he gave her the taste. Those damn blood memories that vampires so conveniently kept from their pray, or moreso inconvenient, for him. Decimas found it rather creepy infact, disturbing, the things vampires knew just from tasting someones blood, and he couldn’t have been less content with the fact that the girl then knew so much of him, even so much as his name. He always tried to keep so completely secret about everything of himself, always hiding his face and his name. Until that point, his only liability had been that blasted incarnation of a gohst in the graveyard. That damn nuisance. Now the necromancer had to worry about yet another factor as to the girl. If she were ever to speak of him or his name to anyone else, he could potentially be compromised and he so hated having loose ends. Atleast Kaldryn was one ‘lose end’ that he didn’t conisder a worry. He seemed more on the necromancers side of things than anyone, and he knew he could certainly use any advantage he could get.
Decimas didn’t hesitate when Cella took his hand as she seemed to sorrowly and respectfully sit infront of him keeping away from the dangers of his sword. It wasn’t trust in the girl that made Decimas release his self guarding stance , lowering his sword and allowing her his hand, but rather a confidence in himself and his newly increased effect on her. perhaps he was being overconfident, but better judgement was thrown out the window at that point when he wanted so badly to believe he had managed to influence her to an acceptable degree. He knew obviously, that there was still work to be done with her; that he still didn’t have complete control. But there was a certain point of acceptable progress wherein he believed he had gotten far enough with her that in that moment, she truly wouldn’t hurt him. She seemed infact to desperately want to please him and so, in his arrogant pride and confidence, he kneeled down to get closer to her as he allowed his hand to be taken without resistance into her own.
As he remained calmly kneeling infront of her, his sword still in hand but held casually off to his side, Decimas ran her new knowledge through his mind once again and looked her in the eyes. “Don’t ever speak my name to anyone.” He said to her in quite a serious tone. “We can’t have anyone knowing who I am.” His careful choice of words when talking to her saying we rather than I, he hoped would bring to her the feeling that she needed the secret to be kept as much as he did. He wanted her to conclude the two to be working together, more clearly defining her stand.
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Post by Cella on Mar 23, 2006 2:14:09 GMT -5
Cella’s eyes caught the movement of that sword and she tensed slightly, the hand she held out to take his own retreating form his person until she realized he was moving it to the side, away from her, this motion allowed her to further relax and she then took his now offered hand in her own a she knelt before her, his shadowed face looking at her, her lavender eyes searching the darkness for his, but finding nothing. She took his hand in hers, reached down to the edge of her cloak and tore a piece of it from the hem, large enough to wrap about his arm, just as she was about to lay it over his wound however, he spoke to her again, this time, his words coming out in an almost soft measure, as if he truly wanted her to listen, and not just bark at her for her earlier actions again. This was indeed something she hadn’t’ thought of, the things she knew about him now, his life, in a nut shell, who he was, what he was about, though perhaps not all, as with the knowledge she sought after having slipped away the moment their contact was broken, there was too, a great many holes in his past and present she still didn’t know.
“No, no, we should not speak to them, they would find you if they knew who they were looking for and neither of us would want that.” She said then, her voice still holding in it a certain apprehension that told him she respected him, but only in fear. But was it fear that she still had not gained what she truly wanted? Or was it an actual fear of what he could do, of the darkness he left behind in her that still even now, traversed within her, wrapping its tendrils of darkness about her mind, fogging that voice, quieting the very thing that would oppose him, slowly killing her humanity.
Cella then took his hand up again, and was about to lay the cloth over the still bleeding wound but as she reached out with her other hand, to lay the cloth gently against his skin and the moment her hand touched his a warmth would creep into his arm, then a tingling and then numbing, as though there was no pain, no anything there, the only thing that would keep him from alarm that his hand had been somehow dissolved, would be to look at it. Cella had froze and then winced, she turned her own wrist over and gazed at it now, his wound had become her own, his arm now returning to normal, not simply healing, but as though there never was any wound there at all, Cella’s on the other hand, was bleeding, though, it didn’t last long, her healing abilities worked fast, and soon, the entire wound was gone, leaving both their arms free of scare and pain. “How interesting…” She stated and then smiled up at Decimas, as if in total wonderment at what she’d just accomplished.
Cella then released his hand but remained in her sitting position, kneeling on the ground before him, her lavender eyes looking into his darkness once more. “What am I, what is an Unchained Decimas, I know you know, please, tell me.” She stated in an almost pleading manner, her voice trembling with a need to know. “I have asked, and I have asked but you always avoid the question with more of your own, I want to know.” She finished, her lavender gaze continuing to gaze into the foul darkness, though to her, that darkness now only seemed a means of hiding from the eyes of those he wanted her to keep his secrets from. “I will do what you ask of me, I will listen to you, I just need to know, I have the right to know.”
And she would do whatever he asked, she would play his puppet, though not mindlessly, he still had one more missing piece of the puzzle to find, in order to ultimately control his weapon. But for now, he had gained his ground, by leaps and bounds by finally silencing that little voice in the back of her mind that told her, begged and commanded her to not listen, a little voice she should have listened to, but had chosen not to, her humanity, her human soul that was even now, being attacked and devoured by his selfish darkness.
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Post by Decimas on Mar 23, 2006 22:16:05 GMT -5
Decimas was definitely most pleased with the girls reply to his demand. As much as he surely had advanced in his progress with the creature, he still knew he had to tread carefully and so, despite his overwhealming arrogance, he still made certain to hold his toungue to a degree; or atleast his tone of voice in the way he ‘asked’ things of her. the way she had replied, using the term we just as he had, and defining his will as theirs rather than his alone certainly showed a certain devotion to him and a control he had hoped to gain over her. she didn’t seem to be questioning herself anymore in any case, certainly not hesitating, and that was very much to his contentment.
When she touched his arm though it felt as though to burn up and fade away into nothing, like it was no longer in existence at all. He almost feared some trickery of her demonic magics to have been used on him. Why she wouldhave gone through such an act was beyond him for sure, but his worry was not long lived before he saw his arm still on himself when he looked down at it and his momentary concern was swiftly aleviated. He noticed beofre long that his arm became quite alright and he could indeed feel it again. There were no wounds left on it though, which of course he hadn’t a single problem with. He smiled merily and proudly about his newly healed wrist, the damage having been healed so completely so swiftly. He knew this to obviously be the workings of the demonic powers in the girl, but he wasn’t concerned in the slightest bit then about the use of her magics on him as she seemed to most certainly be helpful to him.
As he grinned to himself under that dark hood of his, he noticed the girl wince a little and overturn her own wrist to reveal that same wound of his on her arm instead. He wasn’t worried, he knew she would heal. He wondered though why her magics wouldn’t have just healed him, rather than taking the wound upon himself. Paying the case no further attention as he didn’t believe any further attention to be due, Decimas moved on just as the girl had and listened to the next things she had to say.
“The unchained are a race that my necromantic forefathers designed.” Decimas said calmly, picking and choosing his words carefully to try and answer her questions, yet all the while not giving her too much confidence in herself over him, nor coming off as pompous as he really was. “Unchained are better than men, stronger, more resilent, more powerful. The unchained are a epople that the necromancers of a long time ago designed to help them do their works. The unchained are a race created better and stronger than the living dead, created with minds of their own as well as true strength to help more sincerely.” Decimas paused momentarily as he looked Cella in the eyes. “There are a lot of people who don’t like me Cella.” He continued calmly, “a lot of people who would love to find me and stop me, love to steal my dream from me.” He paused again for another moment or two still looking into her eyes. “You were meant to be a part of my dream, meant to be a part of the future. You’re far more than any of those men and women in the city. You’re part of the futures history.”
As he spoke to her, Decimas even allowed the girl to see the soft smile on his face he had put on to warm up to her. he truly was telling her the truth of what she was, really was telling her what he believed. That dream of his, that future he worked for, was indeed what he believed to be great, what he believed to be right. And what he told her she was for, what he told her those others would do and why, was surely as it was. There was no doubt in the necromancers mind that all those ignorent knaves were simply trying to steal his dream, take away what right was his. They had no right to stop him, and he wouldn’t let them. No, he would find one way or another to make the future what it should be.
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Post by Cella on Mar 24, 2006 0:09:05 GMT -5
Cella knew he was pleased with her and this made her smile. It was like a child whom had just done right in her fathers eyes, not like a dog and its master, no, what Decimas had here, was that of a child, one learning to be what he wanted and one, just as any little girl would do, who wished nothing more than his approval in what she accomplished. His reactions to her now, were the best thing he could have done, answering her desperate question was a sort of reward for the child before him. Though, like any child, should she feel mistreated or otherwise wronged, a tantrum of sorts might ensue, and unlike a normal child, her tantrums could hold many different manners of destruction or devastation that would more than likely not be to his liking. However, once gain, the hold he did have on her, just might continue to save his life in the end, as like a child, he had earned her respect, though forcefully, he had earned it.
She now sat, cross-legged in front of him, her lavender gaze fixed on the warm smile he allowed her to see as he spoke. This, further enticing the child to endear herself to him in a manner he would not have known. She listened intently, caught on his every word, his every syllable in fact. Finally, her question had been answered finally she understood more than she had ever before in her entire life. Then, he began to speak of how others didn’t like him and her smile began to fade, her lavender eyes igniting with something bordering on hatred, hatred not towards him, but to those who might wish to harm her, ‘father’.
“But why do they want to stand in your way, why would they wish to harm you when all you want is a future, to make a dream happen, isn’t that what life is about? Are people not supposed to try and make their dreams come true?” She inquired, her mind asking all these questions, suddenly interested in what was going on, concern written in her voice, concern and something else. Was it passion perhaps? There was a time, not all too long ago, when he had told her basically the same thing and she had thrown it back in his face, but she didn’t even remember the hospital, not in his presence, not when around him, she was too consumed in the darkness he was twisting inside her to remember anything past her attack on him.
Cella was silent after he had finished speaking, her eyes now staring out into the graveyard at nothing, the world around her was once again blurred as she went deep in her own thoughts for several long moments, the only thing she felt was his presence and the only thing she heard, was his rhythmic breathing.
“Don’t worry Decimas, I won’t let them come for you, I will stop them, and you will have your dream.” She stated after that long pause of silent thought, her words coming to his ears with such conviction that there would be no mistake, she meant it. There was as well, a quiet growl that rose up in her throat to emphasize the fact that she had meant every word of what she stated and her eyes, as she turned her gaze back to look at him held within them a burning undertone of crimson that nearly overtook the lavender that had always been so strongly the color of the Unchained. Her Demonic side perhaps? He wouldn’t know, nor would she, not at this point.
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Post by Decimas on Apr 8, 2006 21:49:39 GMT -5
“Yes.” Decims replied with conviction, “YES!, you ARE supposed to make dreams com true.“ he continued, passionately involved in his beliefs, and her acceptance of them. “And your dreams arent handed to you on a silver platter either.” He continued, shaking his head a little, his eyes filled with determination as he allowed a glimps of his eyes then for a few moments to the girl as he spoke to her. “You have to work for what you want.” He said, making emphasising gestures with his hands. “You have to TAKE it, and that’s exactly what ive been doing. I’ve been taking what I need to get what I want. That’s the only way to get your dream. It’s the only way I’ll build the future I have in mind.”
After pausing for a moment and looking into Cellas eyes, Decimas took a good breath before continuing to speak. “Every mans dream comes at the cost of anothers.” He said, and paused again but only for a second. “My dream is a great one though, greater than all of theirs and who are any of them to take it from me? Who are any of them to stop me from making the future great?” Decimas spoke with absolute conviction, preaching to the unchaineds open ears what he believed. “None of those ignorent knaves in that city have any idea what it is I’m trying to accomplish.” He continued, trying to get his point across to the girl. “Yet they all assume that from what I do to get my work done, that I’m the bad guy.Theyre all afraid of me because they don’t understand. They all hate me for the sacrifices I inevitably have to make to bring the future to the world.”
After telling her how the minds of the people of Karador worked, how everyone felt about him and why, Decimas paused and then leaned in to the girl sitting cross legged in front of him and reached out to give her a hug. “It would make me very proud Cella, if you would help me forge the future, if you would help defend me against all the ignorents who would stop what they don’t understand. They don’t know whats best for them Cella. We need to help them. I would be very proud of you if you help me help them, if you show youre strong enough to make the sacrifices that need to be made to make my dream come true.” Decimas was catching on to the ways this particular unchained was drawn to him, how she looked up to him. He figured this course of action he was going with might further draw her in, further ensure her loyalty and her devotion. She had already told him, promised him really, and with quite the conviction too, that she would stop any who would come for him. He obviously had to be proud of the accomplishments he had made with her, but still wanted to secure her lasting devotion by explaining the truth about why she should help him, why people acted the way they did to him, why they thought the way they did about him.
Just as he hugged Cella, the color of her eyes changed drastically, another look appearing in them and he didn’t know what to think of it. he was aprehensive of course, not wanting his progress to turn around if some other personality had risen in the girl, but he decided to go with what he had figured out and hope it still worked, not showing any signs whatsoever of his aprehension.
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Post by Cella on Apr 9, 2006 17:55:35 GMT -5
Cella remained sitting, cross-legged in front of him, her eyes watching him, her mind listening closely, those black tendrils that he’d put there with what would have been deadly force for any other creature continuing ot do their work, dark fingers reaching out and wrapping about parts of her mind to quiet any thoughts of who she really was, in short, doing their job. This reaction however was only temporary, and only when he would be around, he was still missing the one thing to complete his control, a control that would turn Cella into his ultimate weapon, his toy, his puppet for any use and at any time. Once she was out of his presence, for now, she’d forget their meeting, forget everything he’d said, done, she’d revert back to who she was, and that would be the little girl who’d hated him so entirely.
She leaned her head on his shoulder when he closed his arms about her in that embrace that came to the Unchained with a bit of surprise, but she’d excepted as any child would from a father figure, her own arms moved up to hold him as well, though only briefly before she leaned away from him and smiled a smile of the purest affection, almost like unconditional love, that would be the only way to explain what he’d accomplished in his new puppet.
“Like I have said, Decimas, I will do everything I can to stop any who opposes you, if they come, if you ask, I will do my best to keep them from you.” She repeated her former statement. “I still just don’t understand their ignorance, I can’t see why any wouldn’t want a perfect world, with you as their leader.” She told him, her fiery lavender gaze looking upon him softly, her voice however strong and certain.
She was quiet again for a few moments as they both continued to sit there on the cold hard ground of the cemetery, her mind thinking about what he had said, about how he needed her to help him make them understand. “Just tell me how I can help them Decimas, and I will help them, help them because you wish it, I would think those that opposed you should simply be slain to give you a larger army, but if it is help you think they need…” She trailed off, a wicked smile crossing her lips, her face seemingly darkening as well; her eyes flashed crimson, staying as such this time. “Or is that how we are to help them?” She inquired in a quiet, menacing voice, nothing close to the kind child that walked into the graveyard. “I could teach them the err of their ways, if only you wish it.” She then finished with a note of longing in her tone, something bordering upon bloodlust? She was coming out of her shell, coming out of her quiet revere, was beginning to show the much aggressive signs of her vampire and demon sides, he’d have to play his dangerous game carefully, be certain not to upset her now, as she certainly wouldn’t intentionally harm him at this point, should she get angry with him, her temper just might get the better of her. As long as he could keep playing the nice guy, he’d have no problems.
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Post by Decimas on Apr 9, 2006 22:31:22 GMT -5
“Yes Cella.” He said with a very proud smile on his face, “Yes, that’s exactly how we can help them. In death we give them everything. In death, they’ll not be clouded by their fears any longer, they’ll not be plagued by their ignorence any more.” Decimas continued smiling so very proudly as he took her hands in each of his own and looked her straight in the eyes, allowing the shape of his own eyes, and even a hint of his eyes themselves show through the shadowed darkness. “In death, Cella, they can help us forge the future. They can help us help them. We need only give them that chance my girl, and they too can help to make the future come to this world; they too can be a part of the dream.”
Decimas lifted her hands up to chest level and held them together as he paused for a few moments and gave one kiss to her hands. “It would make me very happy if you would help me help them Cella. If you would help me give all the people of Karador the chance to be a part of the future, let them all see the world I dream of.”
Decimas never told a word of a lie. He always prided himself in being as honest as he was, in that he always told the truth. He was truly fighting for the future, building a dream, and he desperately wished for people to understand that. That’s what made him so proud when Cella took to his reasoning; finally someone understood the truth, finally someone escaped the ever so powerful hold of societys blind sightedness. The necromancer had finally found someone who he was able to save from the brainwashing of the world around him. That was something he had dreamed of for so many years, it was something every necromancer aspired to; was to pull someone from the ignorence and teach them the true good. This girl was obviously not one to follow in his steps as his aprentice, but she was understanding reality, she was seeing the truth and that made him so very proud.
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Post by Cella on Apr 10, 2006 22:02:27 GMT -5
That presence of his, his proudness about what she had said showed greatly in the glimpse of his eyes he allowed her to see and she smiled. She had made him happy once more, gained yet another bout of praise from him and she was content once more, or even further. When he lifted her hands with his own, she felt the joy he held in himself, and she felt as well, that she wanted more, she wanted him to be even more proud of her, feel his joy from what she’d been able to accomplish for him, she began to work her mind over things she cold say or do.
“What do I need to do Decimas? Where do I start, can I start now?” She asked all at once, eager to get started taking action for him, wanting to move forward, get him his dream, be part of his future, even stand at his side as his… Her thoughts stopped abruptly at this last thought. What was she to him? What part of the future did she fit into, when he obtained what he so desired, what of her then? She took a deep breath, the shining grace of her eyes beginning to fade again as questions once more began to flood into her mind, her will once more beginning to fight against what was being done to it and she removed her hands from his and stared at him for a long time.
“Decimas…” She started, her eyes turning up to gaze more closely at him now. “Decimas, what is my future?” She asked him point blank. “What of me when you gain your dream?’ She continued, her questions spilling forth like from a spring fountain. “After I have help you make them all understand, after you have gained what it is you desire so strongly, what then? What of me.” She asked again, stating her question more clearly this time to be certain there would be no mistake in his knowledge of what she wanted to know.
This was a sign that yes, if he didn’t want to continue having to answer so many questions, be bothered by so many interruption to his happy thoughts, he’d definitely need to find that last piece of the puzzle. Of course, she’d still do what he desired, now, but only if he was around to keep the link between them strong. Cella was very strong willed, and the more her mind worked to come up with questions, the harder his hold would be to maintain. Even with those dark, shadowy tendrils of fate that slipped, wrapped and moved about inside her mind now, he wouldn’t maintain control so easily.
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Post by Decimas on Apr 17, 2006 23:37:59 GMT -5
A grin of great content spread across the necromancers face as his young disciple carried such an eir of excitement for his work. The girl had become so eager to do what it was he wanted her to do and Decimas couldn’t have been any happier about the accomplishments he had made that night with this new student of his. She seemed to hesitate though and that glistening joy from within her eyes started to fade away. Seeing the passion and the joy fall from sight, Decimas began to worry that somehow, for whatever reason, that the second mind within the girl had found its way back through the more understanding mind that had taken over the unchained and his own sense of glee quickly faded away.
Having heard her questions though, the necromancer quickly regained the smile on his face. He then understood what it was the girl was worried about and he certainly couldn’t blame her. the poor girl didn’t know where she fit in to the future, where she was going to fit in the accomplished times of the necromancers aftermath. “When the future is here Cella, you will be there with me at my side.” Decimas assured her, letting her glimpse the outlines of those eyes of his once again as he spoke. “In the land of my dreams fruition, Cella, you will have helped me to create it, you will have had a hand in the forging of the world and your contribution will not be forgotten.” The necromancer peered deep into the girls worried eyes and took her hands bak up in his again when he continued to speak to her. “You have become my disciple, Cella, the only one to see the truth. You have become my right hand for the creation of the world. Together, my girl, we will make a world worth fighting for. We will turn this place into something truly to be proud of, and you will stand with me, I should hope, to look upon our glory.”
Decimas smiled and continued to look into the girls eyes as he paused a moment, thinking on the times to come. “You have the right to take your part in the dream when its come to be. I will be king of an all new world, and you will take your stand at my side as whatever it is you dream to be. You will be my disciple, my general, my second. You will be my queen if it is what you want to be.” Decimas paused after finishing what he had to say and smiled, allowing Cella to see once again the shaded shape of his lips before he leaned in and kissed the girl on her cheek.
“And yes of course my girl,” Decimas continued, finally coming to talk of her earlier excitement in wanting as badly as she did to begin work on the accomplishing of the necromancers dream. “You can start anytime you like, you can start right now.” Decimas looked into her eyes again and grinned at her, still allowing her that shaded look at the shape of his lips and the form of his eyes. “Make me proud tonight with a walk to the walls.” The necromancer paused, thinking as he did, scheming those petty schemes of his, thinking on how to see what the girl could do, and thinking on how to put her to good use that very night. He wanted to watch what she did, to see it for himself. He wanted to watch the glory that was his newfound disciple. “Come with me,” he said contentedly. “We’ll go together to the city gates and you can start your work there on the building of our future world.”
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Post by Cella on Apr 18, 2006 0:21:01 GMT -5
She continued to gaze at him through her lavender eyes, the crimson that lay dormant behind now more apparent than ever, though still not able to take the front in her gaze. As he talked, he once again picked her hands up in his own again, without her apparent knowledge but as her eyes were so totally fixed on his gaze, or what of it he allowed, she’d not have realized his other actions, that was, until he leaned in and graced the side of her cheek with a kiss from his cruel lips. She nodded once after he had finished telling her, explaining his plans for her in his future, no, their future it would seem. His right arm, his whatever she desired. She liked the sounds of all of them, “Queen…” She let the word glide off her tongue as if it were an alien word she’d never heard before. Something in her once again ignited to life, her eyes began to emit that eerie purple haze about them again, purpling the gray mist with their intensity and her lips turned up into a graceful smile. “So when you speak of your future, you talk of our future.” She stated and then blinked slowly, her eyes still gazing at his when they opened again.
She was silent once more as he continued to speak of the nights adventure he would allow her to partake in. A show of her loyalties was the way she was taking his words and to this, she was delighted. She longed to prove to Decimas how loyal she was, show him what she was capable of, even though she wasn’t certain herself what she was able to do, she felt her strength, felt her mind opening up all the more as they sat there and she thought of what his proposed outing would entail. It wasn’t just simple humans, unarmed and easy prey he asked her to kill tonight, his goals were truly far more advanced than that, he was after the soldiers that prowled the top of that wall, the ones that secured a gate that would keep him as well as her out of the city. Yes, she would show him what she could do, she would gladly show the soldiers the err of their ways, or as he had put it; educate them.
“I wont let you down, I will do as you wish, I eagerly await the time when I can prove to you that I am worth our future, I will make you proud of me.” She stated then, now bringing his hands up to her lips, she placed her soft lips against his right hand and then grinned as she let it down again. “Show me the way and I shall follow where ever it is you take me Decimas, yes, and you can be certain there will not be any harm coming to you, so long as I am near.” She stated, just as an after thought of sorts.
Cella then began to stand, her hands slipping from his grasp as she did, the entire time, her eyes remained fixed on his, delighted to be given a glimpse at her master.
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