[i]The demon, whatever it was, would see several things. A cave of rubies, red Armour with long flowing capes and silver blades. If the demon knew Takatai at all, he would recognize it as the Burning Isles. A set of islands East of the dojo woods famed for many things. [/i] "DEMON, SHOW YOURSELF!" [i]Elizabeth yelled, shifting her gaze to the fallen Gregor. He thought of his childhood, his family. All sharing the same brown hair and brown eyes. Tears began streaming down his face, a memory of his father and mother dying in the midst of a dojo invasion taking hold. [/i]

[i]Äbath, do you not find it clear that I intend to learn these people's intentions?[/i] - [i]Abram would yell mentally, staring at Gregor's collapsed form, shaking his head before muttering.[/i] "[i]Relinquo, belua..[/i]" [i]Gregor would find the feeling of corruption gone. It wasn't replaced by anything, nor softened the mental destruction, either. A darkness seeped off of Gregor's body, transferring back to the maroon knight Abram, and slamming into his chest. Abram would stumble back, scowling underneath his helmet.[/i] [b]They left the Dojo with it's failure of defending it's own citizens. They left because their "protectors" were unworthy of their role. But it seems as if they left for treasure, too..[/b] [b]Not like you'll be accompanying them now.[/b] [i]Äbath would chuckle with a deep rumble.[/i] [i]No. You've certainly made sure of that.[/i] - [i]Abram thought internally, though he backed away from the scene. No doubt, this Elizabeth and her friend, Alexander, would initiate combat. And if Gregor popped up, it would be.. a hell of a fight.[/i]

[i]Fortunately, or unfortunately - depending on how Abram would look at it - Elizabeth took a step back from seeing the darkness seep into the man before her. She shook her head, sheathing her blade and kneeling down beside Gregor, place the palm of her hand against his forehead and mumbling something that sounded like a prayer.[/i] "Set down your deeds, may the lord behold your bounty. You guarded the way against the night, but now your day has ended. Die in peace, lest the night consume you." [i]Elizabeth drew a knife, slitting Gregor's throat and making the man go still. Now, in unison, Alexander and Elizabeth said:[/i] "Death over dishonour." [i]The woman rose to her feet alongside Alexander and the two knights turned to face Abram, both drawing their swords at the man. Elizabeth took a single step forward, staring at Abram coldly,[/i] "What sort of dark magic was that?" [i]Her voice was strangely calm, as though she would not fight. [/i]

"...It's.." [b]...Tell them and I show them.[/b] [i]Äbath's voice would ring throughout Abram's mind. The knight halted, split between two decisions. And in the midst of it all, he had felt a sudden burning urge for violence. As if something had set him off entirely. He could feel himself fuming with anger, yet he kept himself from lashing out at Elizabeth and Alexander.[/i] [i]They could help both of us..[/i] "...a spirit. A demon. A curse." [i]Abram muttered, looking down. It was his shame, a shame that he accepted as he drew his sword from it's leather sheath. The edged, steel alloy was a fine blade, about three feet in length. It could be one-handed and used in two hands, seemingly.[/i] "...I don't blame you for your past intentions. Nor.. nor your current ones."

"Put down your blade, ser. Come with us in a peaceful manner and we should attempt to cure you of your ailment." [i]Alexander lowered his blade ever so slightly, taking a step forward and reaching out with his freehand. [/i] "There is no call for violence, in our custom Gregor would have died in an honorable way. At the hands of his superior. You could be forgiven for your part."

"...A possessed cretin just lead an innocent to death, and you would help him?" [i]Abram would go silent, before sighing, then slamming down the longsword into the earth. The sigil upon his helmet shook with a vibrant crimson energy, before he shook himself, grunting in pain before going still.[/i] [b]They will die by your hand.[/b] [i]That was all that the cruel demon would say.[/i]

"Nobody deserves a faith such as that. To be haunted by a blackness that you cannot escape. The dojo is a worthy place to assist. And you will be put on trial to determine what is your fault and what is not." [i]Alexander stated, spinning the blade in his hand and taking another step forward, keeping the tip pointed toward the ground. Elizabeth however, stayed back a few feet in a defensive stance, eyeing Abram wearily. [/i]

[i]Abram remained silent, as that swirling emblem of his tribulation would descend back into an ashy black color, beefier slowly turning back into it's regular grey shade. Finally, the crimson knight would release a muffled, dreary sigh from his greathelm.[/i] "...You would traverse all the way back for one such as I. I implore you to finish your quest, whatever it may be, ser Alexander. With or without my presence."