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[Raven Von Winter]

Raven grinned when she arrived back in Kyrtos, amused as to why she was here. It wasn't because she needed to see Cyrax, actually, she was hoping that he was gone. It'd make her life a lot easier. The demon, even if he was part of her now, could still make hell for her. There was nothing he could dish out that she couldn't handle, but she wasn't here for confrontations with...friends. She was here for gold.

Raven slowly slipped her hand into her pocket and her fingers closed around a key. A key that opened a room in Cyrax's lair; the room that held his gold. He wouldn't be happy to know that she was slowly stealing all of his gold, but hey, not like he could kill her right? She slid her hand out of her pocket and slung the large bag she brought with her for carrying the gold, over her shouder. She shook her head and laughed silently. Cyrax was going to be so angry!

She slipped easily past all the guards, and through the large center door, unnoticed. It wasn't long ago that she was here in the demons crypt, drinking his black blood, but she didn't want to think about that... She didn't like her life being in the hands of someone else... Once she was a fragile human, now she was an immortal vampire, but she felt as if she were a human again and her death could be seen dangling in front of her on a rope just out of reach.

The way to the room was illuminated in front of her, almost as if Cyrax was expecting her. Raven adjusted her bag on her shoulder and kept walking. The throne room was as they left it, and she continued on, down the spiral staircase, then stopped. To the left was Cyrax's crypt, the right, the gold. The smell of burnt flesh was still strong and Raven laughed under her breath at the memory of Cyrax's burning creature. She turned to the right where the lage wooden door stood locked tight. She made the mistake last time of going to the left, but she wouldn't make the same one again. Raven pulled the key out of her pocket and placed it carefully into the lock, and turned.

[Cyrax]

Raven was brave to re-enter Kyrtos even if Cyrax was now an ally. It was not by his choice, so the Dark Master was not too pleased. However, he too could not deny that a powerful friend was better than powerful foe.

Still, he was not aware that she had a key to his personal gold supply. If she was caught there could be the chance of imprisonment. After all, torturing and captivity had nothing to do with death. Therefore, Cyrax would be fine while Raven lived a life of agony. There was, of course, the fact that he felt slight pain when she did, but it was not enough to stop him from enjoying her suffering!

As before, gold was upon the lone table in Cyrax's room of riches. There were a few chests, but none that Raven would be able to access this time. The gold, however, was hers for the taking.

While the pesky Vampire was having her way, looting the dark magician, she could suddenly sense the presence of pure evil. Not only that, but a loud roar came from the crypt area!

Was Cyrax in the dungeon? Did he know of Raven's presence and, what the hell was that yelling noise?

[Raven Von Winter]

Laorav knew what Raven was up to, and with a slight arguement, which Raven had won, he stayed home, completely against his wishes. Ever since she met the demon and she refused him as a lover, he had been treating her like a little sister. Raven liked it to a point, because she never had someone care so strongly about her since Alexander, but it was getting to be to much. Laorav didn't want to let her go anywhere alone. He said the world was to dangerous of a place for a woman to go traveling by herself. Even though she reminded him that she had survived for over 2000 years on her own, he still protested and wanted to come with her to Kyrtos. Eventually she won the arguement, though he now knew where she was, and Cyrax wouldnt hesitate to kill him. Though he was a demon and ally of Ravens, which made him an ally to Cyrax also, but she wasn't sure Cyrax would accept that.

Only when Raven turned the key in the lock, was when she felt the evilness, and the large roar coming from the crypt, but she ignored it; she wasn't going into the crypt this time. The heavy door swung open, revealing the contents of Cyrax's treasure room, and Ravens eyes glittered. She glanced around room at all the treasure chests, though none of them were opened, she guessed they were being locked by not only key, but magic as well. She decided to leave them be, and concentrate on the gold which lay on the table in front of her.

She slung the bag over her shoulder and opened it, getting it ready for the massive amount of gold she was about to pack into it. Ravens hand reached out for an handful of gold, and when it touched the cold pieces, she hesitated. Cyrax was an ally now...a friend. Was it right for her to be stealing from him? She sighed and let the pieces fall from her fingers. If some trust wasn't present between the beings, then how would they survive? She adjusted her empty bag so that it was back on her shoulder and began walking out the way she came in.

[Cyrax]

To say that Cyrax would be ashamed of Raven was only scratching the surface of the 'disappointment iceberg'!

She was supposedly evil! How dare she have second thoughts with a pile of gold in front of her?

True, she was now somewhat allied with the dark magician but that did not mean they were friends. Hell, Cyrax would kill her in the blink of an eye had that Black Trinity not been cast upon them.

It was somewhat ironic though, that he was so powerful yet did not know of her presence in his own lair. Well, that would be what a fool would think as he was far more powerful than some may realize.

He most certainly knew of Raven's presence in the dungeon, he just did not know she was in his secret room!

That stupid clone should not have had his key in the first place!

Raven, having a change of heart like a weakling good 'guy', turned to leave the room.

What was interesting to her now, was that the crypt door was open!

A warm welcome from Cyrax possibly? There could, of course, be more 'goodies' in the dark and dank room but would Raven want to push her luck?

The second presence was still being felt, so Raven knew that even if Cyrax was there so was something else.

[Raven Von Winter]

Raven was an evil being, but when it came to friends, or allies, she was different. The line with Cyrax was thin, and deep down she hated him for the Trinity, even though it was her own fault. She knew he hated her for what she did to him, and she now wanted to try to be on somewhat good terms with him. That meant that she didn't steal his treasure. Had the connection between them not been there, she would have taken the gold in a heartbeat, but she was now looking into what was best for her.

Raven left the room empty handed, only to notice the door to Cyrax's crypt was open, as if welcoming her. She did feel the second presence, but wasn't afraid of it. Cyrax wouldn't kill her, in fear for his own life. Then she had an idea, and for this, she needed to speak with the demon.

Instead of moving towards the spiral staircase like she had planned on, she walked into Cyrax's crypt, hoping that she would find the demon there. She sensed him somewhere, but she wasn't sure exactly. Hopefully she wouldn't have to kill another one of his pets, but if it attacked her, she wouldn't hesitate. Carefully she stepped through the door, taking in her surroundings, and searaching for the demon.

"Oh Cyrax, I have a proposition for you."

[Cyrax]

Cyrax laughed aloud when he heard Raven call to him. She really was crazy and he loved it!

"Bwahahahaha!"

He thought it quite humorous that she would not only come back to his lair but also that she had a............proposition? Now this would be interesting!

"Oh, really now?" he said, turning from his 'business' to meet her.

His glowing eyes would strike fear into most, but to Raven they only served to remind her of their 'rocky' history. Looking directly at her, a puff of dark smoke exited his black face and he laughed once more.

"Well?"

Cyrax put down a few 'instruments' and focused his attention on the lovely Vampire in his presence. When another roar echoed through the crypt and the passages of the dungeon, Cyrax just looked slighty toward the door and then back to Raven.

"Oh, don't worry yourself with that........"

[Raven Von Winter]

"Oh that? Yeah, I wasn't worried."

Raven smirked, and answered Cyrax without even knowing what he was talking about. She assumed he was in the middle of a 'creation', and that sparked her interest. They would need an army for what she was thinking about.

"Don't stop working on my account, go on, I'm interested in what your up to."

She dropped her bag from her shoulder and it landed on the dust covered floor with a soft thud, then moved closer to Cyrax. She looked into his purple eyes smiling as she strode towards him. The way she threw her bag down made it seem like she was making herself at home, and she watched for a surprised expression on his...face. Grabbing an old wooden chair, she pulled it close, and sat on it backwards, straddling it while she folded her arms on the back of it.

"You know, I think the proposition can wait a bit. It's just an idea right now, but you've sparked my curiousity. I know Damian and Laorav were humans before being turned into demons. But you, you don't really resemble a human. Is it an illusion or what? What's your story?"

She glanced at him with her head tilted and a grin planted across her face, truely interested.

[Cyrax]

Cyrax grumbled slightly when Raven decided to stay, but he could not deny that his mysteriousness was infectious!

"Hmph"

He turned his back and acted as if he did not want her there, but it was nice to have company over. Most times visitors were either to be killed for 'pieces' or kept prisoner.

"This is......well.......a head" he said, followed by a laugh.

On the stone slab was the severed head of Damian's spy, the Demon who had infiltrated Kyrtos. Cyrax was rather disappointed that the intruder's ally had slain him like a fool. The dark magician had 'done' something to him in order to spy on Damian.

There was no need to spy now, seeing as how Damian left. So, Cyrax was using the head for something else. Something similar to the creature Raven heard roaring.

Cyrax could deal with the female's presence, but prying into his past was off limits!

"Grrrrr"

He grumbled a bit again, thinking of how foolish he would be to divulge any information to her. But, he could not help it. Maybe it was because she was a temptress.

"Well, i was actually Dark Elf long ago" he said, looking over his shoulder a bit for an expression from Raven.

"Though, i was weak and wanted more power........blah blah"

He waved his hand around and blood from the instrument went flying all over the place.

[Raven Von Winter]

"Oooh, a Dark Elf..."

Raven mused.

"I once had...relations...with one of those..."

She flashed her teeth and grinned.

"Though he didn't taste very good afterwards..."

Raven blinked out of her memory and watched from her seat as Cyrax worked. She had never seen such things being done before. How was he able to keep the parts alive as he re-attached new parts to it? It didn't seem possible. She moved around a bit, to get a better view, and fought the urge not to attack the blood that was being so carelessly spilt. She closed her eyes, turned her head away, and whispered a small warning, as she licked some of the blood that had splattered on her fingers.

"Be a little more careful with that blood...I dont want to lose myself and drink it..."

She fought and the urge eventually went away, but if Cyrax wasn't careful, it would come back full force. So...much...blood... Raven turned her thoughts to another subject. It was amazing how comfortable she felt here. Not long ago she hated the demon kind, but the Trinity, and Laorav's story eased her hatred. The demons who killed her Alexander were dead, the only one left of their line was Laorav, and he was, well, on her side for the moment. If need be, she'd kill him, but now wasn't the time. Never in a million years did she think she'd have a change of heart, but seeing she had no friends, she did get lonely now and again. She didn't really realize that till just recently. Now instead of making enemies, she'd try and bridge the gaps.

"So power made you look as you are? Or is the Dark Elf you once were is just hidden and your appearance is an illusion?"

[Cyrax]

Cyrax rolled his eyes, if that was possible, while Raven went on about her blood cravings and poking into his past. She was walking on uncharted terrain and should be careful to not dig 'too deep' as the dark magician's past could awaken old feelings. Still, it was amazing that he would even respond to her questions.

"Hmph.... well, i was actually quite the fine specimen"

He laughed a bit, as usual, and blackened smoke exited his face shortly after. Being a rather nice looking Dark Elf was what he was referring too. But, when he decided and changed over to the true 'Dark Side' he was turned into something far different than before.

"My soul and.....face....were offered to the King of the Underworld in return for almost limitless power" he stated, looking over his shoulder again right before a snapping noise was heard. It was the instrument he had, breaking off in the experiment's skull.

"Oops..."

Cyrax laughed again, but this time much more than previous. If he could not laugh at weaklings, irony, or death and destruction than there was no point in living. It was funny that for such a 'seriously evil' individual, he was quite humorous. Well, at least he found himself funny so that is all that mattered!

"I still wonder to this day, if my face was taken in exchange for more power or just because the King thought it would be a joke!!"

Growing quite angry, Cyrax smashed his decrepit right hand on the stone slab; which sent blood spattering around again. Actually, he did it a few more times in either a fit of rage or something else altogether.

He did not look back over his shoulder this time, but as he was hitting the blood he eyes could be seen moving as if he were going to look at Raven. Was he trying to get her hyped up on purpose?

"Oh, silly me... let me introduce you to someone!"

Cyrax clapped his hands gently together before moving toward yet another door. This one, however, was very small and near the floor. What Raven would soon discover was that it was a holding cell of sorts, for experiments of course.

"This..... is Sayak" he said, laughing whole-evil-heartedly.

A young woman, of Human origins, was pulled from the cell and it was probably due to the stench of Demon blood that Raven could not smell Sayak's blood. It was fresh, and Human. Just so happened that Human blood was a favorite of Raven's kind. How interesting it was now, with the current situation, and Cyrax was curious what she would do.

[Raven Von Winter]

"What a pity... I would never trade my looks for power."

It was true, Raven knew that she was beautiful, and she flaunted it. Power wasn't worth being hideous. She could gain as much as she could on her own, and if need be, she'd find other ways of...bargaining...for it, and for that, she needed her beauty.

"Ever though about going to the king and using your power to gain your...things...back?"

Raven needed to feed, she had planned on taking one of Cyrax's humans after she had made it out of the crypt with his gold. She didn't plan on sticking around and making conversation with the demon himself. Now the blood flying around and pooling near her made her crave it. Human blood was still her favorite, but demon blood also called out to her.

Cyrax was being careless, and she thought that he was being even more so because a vampire was present. Was he an idiot? Raven closed her eyelids over her dark black eyes, only to open them and reveal the glowing red ones. They didn't burn in anger this time, but with thirst. Had she known Cyrax would be experimenting again, she would not have come without feeding first. She glared up at him when he flung blood everywhere once again, only to see him looking at her. Come to think of it, he did look like a good snack...

Cyrax spoke and the hunger that drove her was pushed back as Raven's eyes followed the demons movements. She didn't move from her chair, but just watched as Cyrax moved to what looked like a holding cell, and introduced her to a female woman. She had not sensed a human in here, though her senses were clouded with all the blood, smells and creatures present. Raven abruptly stood, knocking the chair sideways on the floor.

Ravens eyes glowed with interest as she made her way slowly to the frightened human. They flickered from Cyrax then back to the human, who began to cower, and begged to be left alive, unharmed. The vampire laughed at the helpless woman, and continued to stalk closer.

"P...please don't hurt me....I have a son..."

"Well, you don't have to worry, he'll follow you're fate."

Raven flashed her teeth at the woman, and smiled. She could already smell her, and could almost imagine what her blood would taste like flowing down her throat. The woman screamed as Raven took one of her arms, and twisted it so her wrist was facing up.

"He'll find you! He will avenge me! He hunts filthy bloodsucking whores like you!"

Raven cringed at the word whore, for that's not what she was at all. She was a temptress, not a whore. The vampire glared at the human mercilessly and twisted her arm so a sickening snap could be heard, causing the woman to shriek in pain. Raven brought the womans wrist to her throat and pierced a vein with her teeth, letting enough blood flow so she could taste it. She wouldn't feed from the human without Cyrax's permission first. She also wouldn't feed without making sure Cyrax wasn't trying to trick her into drinking poisoned blood. Her lips closed around the womans wrist, disregarding the humans desperate attempts to get away, and drank a few mouthfulls of the blood. It was hard for her to tear herself away, but she did, almost positive there was no poison in the bloodstream. If there was, Cyrax did a grand job of concealing it. Raven licked her lips, and her eyes flashed in the demons direction.

"May I?"

The vampire was basically asking the demon if she could kill his human to fulfill her thirst.

[Cyrax]

Raven was straight to the point and that was one of the few things Cyrax liked about her. Hell, if he could not kill her at least he could enjoy watching the Vampire slay countless victims!

Death was what the dark magician enjoyed most about 'life'. Yeah, being born was cool... if you liked ugly little babies, but dying and death was much more enjoyable to Cyrax.

It was humorous to him that Raven, who had been so aggressive from the beginning, was asking before devouring the girl. Had she really grown some sort of respect or friendship with the Demon?

He would not have it!

"Is it just coincidence that i have a young Human captive, almost ready upon a platter for you when you arrive?"

Cyrax chuckled, he loved teasing and taunting her as she probably did as well with him. Still though, it was obvious he had prepared a snack for his....'pal'.

"That weakling woman would serve no purpose in one of my glorious experiments!" he said, speaking of her scrawny arms and overall useless composition.

"Bah, feed away you filthy Vampire!"

The dark magician turned and moved toward the crypt door to close it. Immediately after, while Raven was most likely ready to pounce, he took the seat from her and sat in it.

He was tired and had not sat down in ages! Such a busy schedule of executions, experiments, and torture was so fun that time just flew by!!

Cyrax waved his hand forward, motioning for her to 'get on' with it. Though he was a decrepit old Demon, he was still of male orientation. Hell, even a crazed dark magician likes some girl on girl action!!