Realm 2

# 1

James raised an eyebrow, "So the massacre at Realm 7," he said glancing briefly through the veil of golden mist "was most likely, 99% definitely, planned by the lúkos?" the rain fell in a silent arc on Blake, lightly brushing the faint image "Yes," His voice was soft yet firm "Cullens Fallhoust led the attack and wasn't exactly quiet when mentioning the slaughter yesterday. The lúkos celebrating their kill at the underground." Blake snarled, anger exploding through his body.

"Obviously the idiot was trying to earn some credit. But the fact you nearly killed him didn't encourage good will among the senate, but then I had to save your sorry ass! You need to control yourself in The Underworld Blake. I'm not always going to be here to get you out of trouble with the panel. The agreements are weakening; things are getting worse at worse in the Underworld." James interrupted, now scowling. Blake's fists whitened as he clenched them even harder, combat boots now pacing the muddy ground.

"If no one beats those assholes up, then they'll run riot. Letting the agreements shatter completely" frustration seeped through his voice. He threw his hands up into the air, parting his long black cloak revealing a glowing gold dagger. The boy in the mist groaned running his pale hands through his hair, but the ivory strands resisted, curling back into his eyes stubbornly. Blake laughed silently, remembering how his mother used to try desperately to tame James' hair.

James' eyes narrowed "Don't laugh at me Blake Williams or you'll have my fist in your face. And if you must carry that damned blade everywhere you go, you'd do well to glamour it. " he grumbled as Blake grinned sheepishly.

"That Blade is not expendable Blake. Forged from- "James began to lecture,until Blake butted in.

"Dark powder, steel and Ice tempered by the legendary forges of Islath. " he drawled, while waving his hands mockingly "And how many times have you reminded me?" he asked, blue eyes twinkling.

James let out a bark of laughter "Just stay out of trouble you idiot. Crap! Blake!" as James yelled Blake whipped around drawing the golden blade just as the mist vanished.

Through the darkness came the glow of two bloodshot eyes eight feet off the ground, their irises like two black pools of gleaming oil. They moved with a slight sway, as if the unseen body prowled like a big cat. The air reeked with a sense of foreboding. His veins hummed with adrenaline as he fell back into a protective stance, anticipating an attack. Why now? Would he have any peace. Like ever?

At once the creature lunged out from the shadows, sharp fangs shot out protruding over thin blue lips, clawing at Blake. Lamai daemon. Only too common to the celestial realms unfortunately, much too common than he would've liked. The yellowed talons however clashed against the fiery blade instantly scalding the daemon. The mangled hand was whipped back hastily otherwise the daemon seemed unperturbed. It's deformed human corpse stumbled on the uneven ground then the other claw swung round catching on Blake's frayed jacket tearing the fine leather and scratching the skin underneath. A small shoot of pain flared through his body. Blake cursed under his breath before ducking another blow then rolling to the left. Slicing at the demon's gut, but he missed by mere centimeters, by that time the daemon had moved behind him a few meters ready to pounce again. The Daemon let out a howl of anger bounding toward him. His sword blazed and shook with uncontrollable energy responding to the cry. With lethal grace Blake leapt up springing off the scaled back of the creature and spinning round bringing his sword down in a deadly arch.

A hiss of anguish cried out as the fiery blade slashed through the air. Ichor and gold dust spraying his sodden clothes as the daemon disintegrated, returning to the depths of hell. Breathing heavily he wiped off the remnants of the daemon, then gazing at the fading slash marks on his torso. Buttoning up his jacket to cover the evidence of battle he winced turning around. Hesitantly he took a few steps up to a pub previously hidden in shadow.