The Arrival of the Wicked One (ask)

[Lord Devlen Darkbroode]

This place smelled of filth and peasants. It was due to the plague that was set on the city and the riots causing constant black outs, there was most likely no running mechanics within the city anymore leaving it completely dark, he could only assume with the damage he saw. The Lue'Zhan guard was outside city limits waiting for a signal to extract him or come to his aid, he needed neither they could use the rest since they had been constantly fighting since the fall of the true blood Ajerian.

Devlen was in his battle royal gear (the fourth outfit) ready for any conflict to come his way. The city streets were either empty or had few people on it sickly resting in corners. Devlen was no stranger to disease or illnesses, before he entered the city he injected himself with a advance booster to raise his already high immune system. It wouldn't matter if this plague was supernatural or not the booster was made up of specific ingredients not from this world and only found on his home continent, it was known as the immunity booster which lasted for several weeks at a time.

He took the wrong corner apparently when he ran into a crowd vandalizing the front of a shop. They broke in the front window and was pulling the owner from the show through the glass several of them kicking him as he was dragged. Devlen cared little for this man but they weren't giving him a fair fight, that kinda pissed him off. He pulled his revolver from its holster and fired it into the air getting their attention.

"Excuse me..."

"What the-"

No time to respond, lightning fast was his movements driving forward like a blur the clawed hand dug into the fellows body digging into his liver. Devlen drove his foot into the back of the mans leg putting him to a knee as he moved forward planting a right fist hard into the ground using his phase-shifting ability to send a tremor in front of him making many fall while others remained off balance.

Devlen was off the ground moving between the people like a hurricane driving his momentum around by planting well placed kicks and punches on targets never once landing to the ground until the last of the rioters was on the ground either unconscious or in far too much physical pain to move. The Dematri lord brushed himself off taking a look over the piled up bodies behind him none dead, he had held back but none of their wounds would kill them several of them would never walk properly again others would remember this day by the scars on their flesh and aches in their bones.

The shop owner, "Thank yo-."

"Don't... I didn't do this for you..."

Devlen was moving again away from the crowd, away from the shop owner, but more toward the chaos. This was nothing like the hell he had walked before.

[Saephara]

Once again, Sae found herself gazing down upon the town from the roof of an abandoned building. The plague was not going to get any better anytime soon, especially with the refusals she had received when offering help. Absentmindedly, her fingers played with tiling on the building top. It was so discouraging that everyone she had come across thus far had thought of her as nothing more than a measly being with wings that could do nothing. For the first time in her life she had the key that could save an entire town...yet she could not find the right person to hand it over to anymore. If nobody would see her as anything than a pretty thing with wings, she sure as hell wasn't going to help them with finding a solution to this calamity.

A grin had appeared across her face as the thoughts ran through her brilliant mind. Ever since Falling and embracing her darker half, things had grown boring for her. Saephara's prior commitment for seeing pure and clean was tainted and to be honest? She loved it. No more did she worry about what others thought, no more did she conform to Hallowton's ridiculous way of social etiquette and dress. No more. A commotion brought her from her thoughts and Sae turned towards the commotion, slowly rising at the same time. What she looked upon made her eyes open in wonder.

There was a group of humans that were surrounding a shop, resorting to violence and looting, throwing away their courteous upbringing as a result of the plague. They dragged an elderly man across the ground through busted glass and beat him senseless. The demented thinking and sight caused a wave of sick pleasure to run through her, one result from the Falling. Her skin itched and crawled, wanting to be involved in the violence and get close to test her hand to hand combat to defend the defenseless. Before she got a chance to join the action, a man approached with a disinterested look on his face. Suddenly, he pulled a revolver from his side and shot into the air, quieting the commotion if only for a second.

His lips moved but she was too far away to hear what he said. Before she could bat an eye, he was gone, moving like a whirlwind within the crowd. Her lids closed in what she now identified with being pleased with what she saw. He had unusual looking clothes and his facial structure was different, yes, but seeing that all sorts of different beings were falling into this world, she wasn't surprised. As quickly as he had begun, he ended his assault and spoke only a few words before walking away...in her direction.

Saephara was thoroughly interested in this man and decided to meet with him. Let the card lie where they fall. With a sigh of pleasure, she let her motorcycle boot clad foot step over the edge and allowed her self to fall freely to the street. Laughter bubbled from her throat as the wind whipped through her hair and wound its way between the feathers on her outstretched wings that were reaching up to the sky. It flew up under her loose baby blue halter, tickling her stomach. Within seconds her feet touched the ground and she stood, straightening herself and smoothing her long skirt. It too had risen up during the fall and she was glad for the spandex shorts underneath. Sae just hoped nobody got a look at the weapons she had strapped on her thighs. They were meant for a last ditch effort in case her energy ever depleted.

The footsteps of the man grew closer and she simply stood observing him. Curiously, he had not a single symptom of the plague. Had he just arrived in town? Stepping forward, she spoke evenly with a smile on her face. "Why, hello. I saw you over there." Sae nodded towards the suffering mob. "If I might ask...where did you learn to fight like that?" A hint of adoration had escaped into her question. She had been utterly mesmerized by what she had seen and she was interested in this new addition to this world.

[Lord Devlen Darkbroode]

What was this place? Obviously it was another world unlike his own, the smell in the air was much different than Castillian lands it was more salty smelling from the sea on all sides, the soil was softer because of this, the lands were small but the energy was more radiant than Castillia. So this place, what was it? There was only one way to find out.

Devlen spotted the girl before she began her decent, he didn't pay her any attention aside from watching her. She landed and he continued walking by her until she spoke asking him a very simple question that he couldn't answer with a straight answer. Devlen stopped in his tracks and looked over his shoulder, "My homeland of Saitarus."

Like the wind that blew he didn't remain still for long. Devlen turned back to his path and returned to walking where more commotion sounded off on another couple streets over.