SHIFT 2 - Purgatory

The art if weaponry

The sky was colorful, the sun was lowering toward the horizon. The boy stood on the cliff. His eyes flashed up to the moon, peeking out. It's soft body looking almost like a holograph in the sky. He felt his skin itch looking upon its near full circle. He was a child of that moon. His fist tightened over the staff he held firm.

Lucifer's very own scathe. The thing that was said to be able to kill angels, demons and possibly God himself. Coldar had spent some time in Araida's library after leaving Nagisa. This staff, it wasn't mentioned anywhere. Nothing was written about the power of this weapon. A power the boy knew existed within it. The more he was near it, the more he felt it. There was something within...

It wasn't dark or evil, yet it wasn't exactly good or benevolent either. It just was. As if it was waiting for the welder to decide just how to use the weapon. For good, or for doom. Coldar was curious about how he was planning to use it. He wanted only to protect his friends, but he would take down the vampires hurting them with it. To kill, that was a weapons first role. No matter how it was crafted, a weapon didn't entice peace.

He let out his breath. The night was cooling off. His breath was hotter than any humans or vampires. He saw it puff out of him, dispelling on the air around him. He felt at peace standing here. As if something was right within him. This was his moment. The time he would figure out just what he was suppose to do, suppose to be.

A creature of darkness, the stories of his kind were never favorable. He was a werewolf. Something seen as evil itself. Yet he had been born this way! He wasn't turned by another. This just was what he was! His best friend was a vampire. Hell, his lover was a vampire. How odd was that?

Both were full beings of their born race. They couldn't bite each other, that would risk fatally wounding the one they loved. It was tricky, but they were working it out. It helped to have Ozzie around to observe.

Coldar snickered at his musings. This wasn't why he was here. He was here because he now held the legendary Cerberus. Lucifer's most trusted companion. The three headed dog that guarded the gates of hell itself. There was a lot a lore about the dog.

Coldar held the wepaon before him. His fist was curled around the center of the staff. This wasn't the dog. This maybe embued with some of the dog's spirit, since the wolf within him found a connection to this weapon, but just why had it chosen him? Coldar once more blew out a breath.

"Well, if you wish to be called Cerebrus, I have no issues with keeping that name. Let's find our way towards each other." With those words spoken out loud, Coldar half transformed.

Since he was a wolf, born like this, he could become the full apex predator. In that form he had claws, teeth and a strength that defied most men. In his human form he was still strong. Having trained his body all his life, he knew how to use weapons. He wasn't as intelligent as Nagisa, but he wasn't stupid either. If he had to guess, he would say his intellect was average for a teen his age, in general anyway.

Having seen how Ozzie and his wolf brother fought as half man, half wolf, Coldar wished to embody that. He wished to use his skills as a blacksmith's son, his talent for fighting, along with his teeth and claws to protect what mattered to him. He knew, he would never be alone with friends like Nagisa Romanari! He chuckled.

He had taken his shirt and shoes off. His legs were thick as a wolf, they pushed out the pants he wore. Nagisa was talented, he knew the wolf within needed more room to grow, so the pants sort of grew with his transformation.

He began his workout. The staff spun easily in his hands. It danced around his body as he warmed up to the movement. To any who may have witnessed this, it would look like a mesmerizing dance. To Coldar, it was just another training session.