No I'm not dead lol. I have had a hard time with life.

Okay! This chappie is pretty dark but all hell will start to break loose. Oh, I would also like to thank everyone who has reviewed and favortied this story; I do love you all and sorry about the long wait!

Please enjoy and review at the end.

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Chapter 14: For His Bond With Reality is Broken

"Do you like your new form? Heh, actually it doesn't matter whether you favor it or not…As our most valuable weapon against Rashemen. You will use it to it's fullest. At least you look like your power…You will report to training within a day, I advise you to learn how to become mobile again by then."

A transparent shadow sat silently in the farthest most abandoned corner of the tavern.

Such noise, such foolishness, such ignorance.

They truly did not know and how he wished to tell him, no, shout it to them. How useless and common they all were, except the group in the corner. Messy blond hair fell into his face as his singular eye watched the scene before him.

His sibling, dressed in the same dirty clothing he had been in since they left the Thayan capital, was in conversion with a woman along with Angelis. As he sat, he observed the woman and the five men around her, but nothing was normal about them. None of them exuded the weak nearly absent energy that the rest of the tavern patrons did. Hells, the Greycloaks were slightly above that pathetic level, they would do better if he would just…

The bard playing the melodious tune on his lute, his power was great yet restrained but not just him, the four other men too. Yet, a chain was linked to the heart of the woman chatting with Day. That chain controlled all four of them and yet…she had no energy at all.

"Undead…"

The spiky haired boy stood up from his place on the floor and approached the woman. He knew she could not see him, hell, the rest of the men couldn't either. His large feet tapped soundlessly on the dark wooden floors and in a few moments he was behind the woman.

Jak stood directly behind her, curious to why she was so different. Long blond hair the color of the sun, deep brown skin, small petite frame…bruises, red welts on her neck. He leaned in closer, bending down to where she was sitting. Suddenly the woman stood and her hair brushed into his face, clouding his vision.

"Please don't be so shy…It won't be a problem for us to shelter you. And if you would like, later we could find some new clothing for you. Such a pretty girl should have pretty dresses." Her voice was meek and gentle almost insignificant and weak.

The frown on Day's face slowly drifted upward as both of their eyes met. "I don't want to cause you that much trouble I could just sleep at the temple of Lathander…"

"No!" she exclaimed pulling the teen into her embrace. "I'm sorry but I couldn't allow that, I have taken in all of the children in this keep and you will not be excluded." She tilted her head upward in the direction of Angelis. "Would you mind sharing a room with her?"

"There is no reason for you to be asking, my sister. I would have suggested it." She nodded. Angelis' gaze fell on the space behind her, looking straight into the unseen eye of the invisible figure, his eyes narrowing.

Jak stepped away from the woman his gaze focused the Aasimar seer.

So Angelis, we meet you here…He must be around very near…But I will wait two days. Father's red-blood will be worth spilling.

The albino haired teen, sidestepped the approaching warlock and sighed.

"I apologize, my sister, but Day needs her rest. She has traveled very far." The blond haired, emerald eyed elf, smiled sadly slowly releasing the child.

"It's alright. Tell me if you need anything, Angelis…and Day."

Jak winced at the tone of her voice; it almost sounded as if she cared…

What a stupid thought and what a useless woman. He thought that standing closer to her would have proved he was wrong. No, she was just a weak woman. Like his mother. Jak clenched his teeth, his nails tearing into his skin, rage boiling as he stormed out of the tavern his sibling and the seer trailing behind him.

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"Where were you?" Exlen bit her lip, her heart beating frantically in her chest.

He sounded angry, well, he always sounded angry, but this time there was something different in his voice. It seemed as though he was in pain. He was in pain!

"I was at the tavern…I thought I would come here to relax." A low menacing growl escaped from the ranger's throat.

"Don't lie to me…" Exlen kept her eyes focused on her reflection in the cool water at her feet. She could feel his temper, his anger, boiling over ready to spill all over everything, everyone, her; lacing her fingers as if in prayer, she closed her eyes and breathed deeply.

It was just like before. Just like after she awoke from her death. Bishop was livid and full of passion and just like then…

Exlen gasped in pain as the ranger's fingers weaved themselves into her lengthy locks.

"Don't you dare lie to me!" In one swift movement, he turned her body to face his, hand still gripping painfully on her hair. The sorceress remembered how he used to get angry with her before…slapping her, kicking her, degrading her, but all within an arms length.

"Bishop," she managed to say despite of her instinctual need to yield to him. "I would never lie to you." Exlen flinched at the sound of another growl.

"Shut up! You obviously thought to get me out of the way, so you manipulate another man into your bed." That comment was like a slap in the face to the young elf. Suddenly the grip on her hair tightened and her blood began to boil in anger. Exlen would stay quiet no longer.

"Since they practically worship you, why not show them a good time? A little kindness here, a little 'training' there…" Bishop hissed into her ear a sly smirk on his face. "You lie to me, don't you?" His grip on her hair loosened as his lips journeyed closer to hers, eyes burning underneath his thick eyelashes. "All of you, have lied to me…"

"Ah!" Water sprayed the ranger and perimeter which the young elf fell. Exlen sat up, clutching her cheek which was bound to bruise and swell from the impact of bone upon flesh. Her ears caught the sound of splashes, the water moving opposite of the boots which were abusing it. Emerald eyes looked to the water as a hand closed around her neck squeezing, pulling, lifting her to his level.

I will feel your pain too, Bishop…No matter how much it hurts.

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Shit! What have I done?

"The right thing."

But she's…

"Unconscious."

Bleeding, my woman is…

"Since when did you have one woman? Those two you befriended this afternoon seemed to also be yours. And the tavern dancer…the sorcerer."

Exlen, wake up again.

He had taken measures to make sure that her sopping wet body was unseen by the guards, her friends, those brats that lived off of her. He had to use a very strong invisibility potion to slip by them all, and try not to look like an idiot while doing it. Unfortunately he bumped into some brat and knocked the kid over; the wretch sobbed and made a bloody mess out of things then the kid stared straight at him with her strange eyes.

Now Bishop sat on his pretty elf's bed, his flesh against hers. He wrapped his arms around her attempting to warm her cold body, his fingers tingling with very feel of her skin underneath them. A predatory smirk, spread across his lips. Maybe he could have her right here and now. He could have that body for which he desperately aches for, that feeling he had the first time let himself be vulnerable to her.

Bishop's body now lay naked upon hers, his tanned skin in contrast with her deep brown; he refused to let go of her. He wished she would wake up and forgive him, for what he had done, like before. Kiss him and say her pathetic declarations of love, like before. He waited for her eyes to open and lips to press against his cheek, her fingers massage his shoulders and back, her breasts to cradle his head, like before.

His eyes looked away from her bruised and battered face, marred with a black eye, cuts and purple swelling.

"Arm broken by you. Ankle twisted because of the fall. Neck busy with bruises and your marks of pitiful…emotion."

"Len, wake up and forgive me. I am worth your attention, if nothing else."

And he knew it.

It was just like before. He was spoiled again. Wanting a woman again when he was taught to only use them. Whisper pretty words into their idiotic ears and then dump his emotions on them. Didn't his whores enjoy him because of his passion, his looks, his body? All the while he hated them and everyone, but…

"You are too beautiful to hate…"

Amber eyes closed as his head rested in between her breasts, his hand slipping into hers.

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"Such pitiful fodder like shit." Day shook her head, slipping into the new dress from Exlen.

"Please don't talk so foul, Anuwei."

"Shit. They are all shit, like him! Like him!" Jak's fist connected with the stone wall in front of him. "Red-bloods…" Another assault at the stone. "No throat be left un-scraped." And another.

Day approached her brother, placing a comforting hand on his shaking arm. "Please calm down," she pleaded. Jak only became angrier.

"Calm down…calm down!" Spiky blonde hair flew in every direction as the warlock whipped around to glare at his sibling. "I am this way because of him! I am a project because of him!" He tilted his head upwards staring into nothing, a distorted smile upon his lips. "Failed, a fucking failure…I came to you after I slit their throats…" His hand shot up to catch his head as he began to shake uncontrollably. "The powerful Red Wizards…nothing but a group of weak red-bloods, destroyed by their creation and this all could have been prevented if he took care of us! But he too is a red blood…stupid, insignificant and doomed to die by my hand…" Day shook her head in protest.

"No, Jak. You can fight this…" Jak continued the smiling, making his father's features more present. His eyes wondered around the room seeing nothing, until the mirror reflected him. His smile was suddenly replaced with a maleficent grimace, an inhuman roar escaped from his lips as he stood and threw himself at his father's reflection.

"You bastard! You fucking trash! Why won't you disappear?" His fist pounded on the glass, shattering it and tainting the spot red. "I'll get rid of you, you filthy fuck!" Day closed his eyes and fell to the floor, hands covering his ears to stall the maddening screams and shouts of his twin brother, but he could still hear.

De'Shawn was on the verge of screaming when he heard that violent gagging noise. His eyes shot open to watch his brother vomit on the floor under him. Day knew her brother was doing it again.

"I don't want his body…"

Another gag and splash of vomit.

The rancid stench of anguish filled the nose of the cleric, sending him over the edge. Day began screaming, long loud tortured banshee-like screams. Her body was violently shaking, eyes wide and soulless.

Neither of the siblings heard the commotion outside of the door, nor did they notice the seer step into the room. Angelis looked at the scene upon his feet, the serious tremors of De'Shawn, to the cycle of screams, self-inflicting pain, and vomiting of the other brother. Summoning his shadow behind him he began to pray.

"Blood is yet not one color, but none. Guide them to her, let her give them salvation. Cleanse them and give birth to them again…yet for now let them sleep. Pain into peace, hatred to hold, I ask for sleep in order to purify."

All was silent.

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"Faster boy!"

Crack.

The growing child rolled from his spot in the dirt, dodging the whip, and threw himself at his opponent once again. He leaped into the air his foot extended to aim at the jaw of the hooded man. With a sickening crack it connected, the man's body slammed to the ground. The boy gazed upon the lifeless body smiling.

There he sat in the middle of the arena like an animal waiting for its next meal. The swallow whispers of the watchers filled his ears.

Clunk.

A bow and arrow were thrown into the arena, like a mongrel the boy ran on all fours towards the weapons. Sand, sweat, and blood, seeped into his eyes as he desperately dashed for his salvation. Laugher from the crowd filled his ears.

His back turned and attention diverted, he only heard the whistling lance as it flew. Quickly he moved out of the way the blade slicing into the skin just below his lip. The boy pressed his fingers to the wound, looking at the blood.

Blood…The life of everything and anything that lived, but wrong.

"Wrong…wrong. Wrong!" The boy shouted as he gazing upon his life. The amber of his eye, darkening and turning red, he was losing himself again…

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The amber of his eyes, narrowing at the sight before him.

The arena was full of filth, dirt, bloody sand and bones.

The boy stepped on the chest of his opponent, running his dagger across his throat and scowling in disgust. Such weaklings, if they hadn't a chance then why go up against him?

"Boy?" His grip on his dagger tightened as he began to shake. He was losing himself again.

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His rage, essence and soul, manifested itself into power he could use, he could feel it. From the bloody red of his illuminated eyes, to the sanguine flow of energy seeping from his back like two demonic wings, and the unnatural spike of his hair, this was it. The boy could feel the weak forces of the crowd, now amazed at his fate.

"Such power…"

"Such a weapon…"

"Asset…"

"I am a weapon, aren't ?" The boy asked himself before a burning pain caused him to scream. He was bleeding again; he felt the bloody tears run down his chin.

He turned around frantically looking for the source of the pain. Which one of them did it?

"Your smiling faces…you did it…You all did this!"The boy felt his heart rate accelerate drastically and with a burst of power he had broken through the wards protecting the world from his wrath. He stood on all fours his beastly frame, glistening in the sunlight. The guards came at him and easily he used a wave of his power to slit their throats. The adolescent man calmly walked into the crowd of scattering spectators.

He laughed as each one of the men, women, elves, humans, half-breed, children, fell to his power.

"How do you like it now?! Burned with your own flaming torch!" He continued his massacre, until he noticed a figure, standing in the distance a look of terror on her face.

He suddenly felt ashamed, this 'shame' was like water to his burning rage, quelling his essence and stifling his energy, his power, his need.

"Mother…I…"He fell to his knees hands covering his face, the life's blood of others spilled around him in a circle of destruction. The boy felt soft hands in his hair massaging his scalp, guiding him forward and resting on her bosom. His eyes closed and he began drifted off to sleep.

"Shh, Bishop…I will take away your pain. Sleep my son."

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"Sleep my son…"

Bishop's eyes felt heavy, his fingers light, his mind disappearing. The wound in his side was going to kill him and he couldn't be more thankful. He would see her again, maybe. He smiled as her voice filled his ears.

"Don't listen to them, you are my handsome son. Those little girls will love you for your beautiful eyes soon."

"Shh, come here. You're safe here, Bishop. You're safe."

"You're right he is quite taken with her…maybe they should marry."

Who was she talking about…

No, he had forgotten about her. The small infant with those green eyes he couldn't stop watching, he had forgotten.

He had forgotten because she and her mother were dead.

Now he wished to see those eyes again, this time even closer. This time he would hold on to her…even if she was dead.

"Hey lad? You alright there? Wake up, come on!"Bishop grunted as the stranger helped him up and guided him away from the smell of flames and ashes.

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When he awakened he found himself in the body of a man. His vision was hazy and his limbs useless, nevertheless he was in the body of a man. Bishop gathered all the strength he could as he sat up, one amber eye scanning the room.

He was in his cell. The one the Red Wizards graciously gave him. The sight of his disgustingly shabby cell, made his heart sink as he noticed he was here alone. Alone…

Bishop shifted his body and moaned as he attempted to pull the stiff and irritable sheets from his body. How long had he been out? Where was his mother?Why did he feel naked? Why did his limbs ache?

Questions upon questions burst though his mind as hands gripped and his body contorted itself to the best of its ability. Finally with a successful twist of his shoulder and torso he was able to pull the sheet off of himself. But what he saw horrified him.

Strong broad and defined chest, muscular arms, longer stronger legs…but the hair….It was disgusting. Bishop stared at this alien body for what seemed like an eternity, with each pasting minute losing the memory of his leaner, hairless, prepubescent frame.

"Why? What happened?"

Then he remembered:

"Don't you want to look like your father?"

His mother's words and now…

Now…

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"Tuned….How I've waited to find you…" Leviana mumbled through Exlen's mouth. The dream was vivid and confirmed it.

"Everyone is now in place…and…" The heavy breathing of the ranger cut off the priestess. Disgusted, Leviana clenched her jaw as she pried the man's hands from her body.

A rush of emotion filled her. Pain, regret, shame, anger, and loneliness…

Her hand was forced to clutch her chest as if to prevent those heavy emotions from escaping her. Quickly she slid out of the bed and walked to Exlen's drawers, slipping a long black tunic over her head.

"How useless human emotion is…it only weakens and hinders the self." Her disapproving eyes fell upon the sleeping ranger. "To love…You might as well be a fool."

Everything about him repulsed her, he was an arrogant, self-serving bastard that lived to eat, get drunk and get laid. How could she even consider being in love with him. Yes, he was a fine human and yes he has some of the most interesting eyes she'd ever seen, but he was a boy.

Giving the ranger one last look the woman exited the room, closing the door without a sound.

"My tuned...guide me to you," Leviana chanted, her words softly coaxing something or someone unseen. Like the ricochet of a ball an answer was given to her.

"I don't want to look like him!"

The priestess immediately began to run toward the sound of the note she had received. He was near and if she was right it would be him then nothing could be hidden, Exlen would fight if her life.

The sound of her hastening steps filled the air of the castle soon followed by the loud boom of the large wooden castle doors, bursting open.

"I will show him my pain."

Leviana felt the note, nearer and more painful.

With screech of pain, golden wings burst from her back; Exlen's wings. She needed to find him, her ticket, her portal.

"I will show him his mistake…"

With one powerful flap she ascended into the air, up above the door and with another flap, up above the castle. In the air she was clumsy for Exlen had not flown and neither had she. She continued to ascend until the entire keep was visible to her from the air. A smirk crossed her features as she spotted him, body kneeling in front of the lake behind the castle walls, the same lake where the ranger hurt her other's body.

"I've found you…and the truth."

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The brothers huddled in the air, wings spread and eyes narrowed. All five were in the clouds, far above the keep and out of the reach of their queen and any pesky mortal ears. The eldest of the five grinned, his sharp canines shining red with the color of the sanguine sunrise.

"Do you mock us, Cleaver!?" The second oldest hissed, his teeth bared.

Cleaver folded his arms across his chest and looked to his brother.

"Lancer, you have been waiting for that power for how long now?" The blue dragon roared, angered by his brother's mockery. "Calm yourself, kid. It belongs to the red and always will."

"Outdated law," screeched Brawler.

"We deserve fresh contest," Striker added to his brother's statement.

"Blood of Fanelia,"

"Destroyed by the real and honorable Exlen,"

"Name not be tainted with the blood of a…"

"Mongrel."

A low rumble escaped from the throat of the bard. "Don't you dare talk about my daughter that way!"

"Such softness," Minor chuckled at the sight of his brother frustration. "Whatever happened to the 'Cleaver'? Did you lose your taste for the human flesh? Or does such a meat burn your cursed tongue?"

"Esmeralle!" The four exclaimed in unison.

"Yes, the Spared, a daughter of Bahamut and his liaison with the sun elf Fanelia. The funny thing is…she has, no had, the same ranking as Brawler here. Third…" Cleaver shot a threatening look at Lancer. "Yes, look at me…And see your error. Gold, silver, then bronze! The third and yet…"

"Our jailer!" Chanted the other three brothers.

"Silence!" Cleaver's voice boomed. "You know nothing!"

"She lost everything imprisoning us, including you." The blue dragon smirked gliding over to his brother. His hand reached out and a single finger caressed the cheek of the bard. "Did my voice not appease you? I heard the strumpet sing without power…How could you stand such a horrific banshee wail!" Lancer chucked, "How could you forsake your true form?"

The red dragon growled, grabbed the other by his hair and pulling it back.

"That's hurts nothing like the pain I have felt from your rejection." He mumbled head following in the direction of the force exerted by his brother's hand.

"You disgust me." Lancer laughed, signaling for his brother to wrap his hand around the hair, tightening his presently painful grip.

"She lost everything to hinder us…including you."

"I agree," Minor chimed in, " and now 'Exlen' is back. No matter what we must judge this 'niece' of ours." The smooth tone of the normally frantic and raged white dragon caused Cleaver to free his brother.

Lancer glided away from the bard his eyes focus on the golden pair of his brother's. One trembling hand moved to massage his temples.

"Nothing then…?" Cleaver grinned, nodding his head. "You better train her for once we return…We will tear her for our teeth and claws."

"Not if I do it first." Lancer chuckled.

"Like mother like son."

The clouds around the five dragons began to curl and absorb the space around them. Stretching and lengthening, thickening and strengthening. With a powerful flap of his wings, Cleaver shifted away from the wispy white curls and began to make his descent. As he flew closer and closer to the ground he spotted two figures near the lake. Distance was irrelevant as his eyes still captured the image of a blonde…and another blonde. The long haired one was surely his daughter but the other…

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"Watch the stars burn into nothing,

Now blush and smile as they whisk you away,

Part your lips a bit more

I'll shallow your fear.

I will show you how.

All the bite marks impress,

A need to be here,

I need to see."

Wild blonde hair whipped up, as a single amber eye peered over a shoulder. That confident laugh distracted him. That confident laugh guided him.

The eye widened as he saw her looking right at him. The mistress of this keep and a target to his wrath. With a grunt the boy stood up to his full height and he noticed emotion flicker in her eyes. Yet her eyes were different than from before, no, not just that. Everything was different, her stance, her expression, her aura was singing…tuning him. Despite himself he walked to her.

Jak had come here to gather himself after his latest break. The power inside of him was finally starting to take complete control and the 'healing' that Day was giving him no longer subdued the pain of his strength. Yet the words that spilled from his mouth at his breaking point…Day had once mentioned that they were melodious and beautiful; nothing of his was beautiful.

The spiky haired boy did not notice the soft arms of hers gently embrace him. Slowly they descended to the ground where the woman clutched him to her breast, ignoring the blue stain on her tunic.

Jak relaxed. This woman was like nothing he felt before, nothing like his mother and nothing like the wenches that tried to force themselves upon him.

"Who are you?" he heard himself ask through clenched teeth. A soft sound of approval confused the warlock.

"How old are you?" His rage returned with full force seeing as the woman did not answer his question.

"I asked first!" he exclaimed his hands pushing away from her, yet to his surprise he could not break the embrace. "Let go of me!" Soft fingers traveled the length of his back calming him as her warm breath caressed his ear.

"I can end your pain and give you your vengeance." Jak hissed the pain in his eye coming back at full force. He felt the lips of the woman against his brow and suddenly the pain, all of the pain, was gone. With both amber and ruby eyes he gazed up at her. "Now that gets to where you live don't it?"

Again her fingers travelled his naked upper body, from the small of his back, to the base of his neck, until his face lay in her hands. For too long they sat in silence, Jak was becoming frightened of her. "Leave me alone," he managed to spit out, both of his eyes looking to the ground.

"You look exactly like your father, save for the brown hair and ugly stubble…muscles. Same height and lips, ears, nose, strong jaw. Yet, you do not want to look like him, hmm? Hence the wounds on your arms and chest…"

Hells, he needed to get away from her. He felt powerless…stupid, worthless everything the Red Wizards called him were spoken silently by the woman holding him. Thus he could only speak he had to answer her call.

"No…I hate him."

"And his power you have, Bishop-"

"It's Jak. I no longer want my father's name." A shiver travelled up his spine as her fingers massaged his scalp, within moments his head found it's place back onto her breasts, eyes closing and his arms wrapping themselves around her, his anchor.

"Tell me why."

"He is worthless. At fifteen he impregnated my brother and I's mother, then took off once marriage was mentioned. Mother, her name is Genn, travelled to Thay and sold us to the Red Wizards for experimentation and slave labor once we were five summers old. They proceeded to inject us with the blood of outsiders. De'Shawn receiving the blood of a celestial Deva while I received the blood of a baatezu mix. It's seems I produced immediate results. Mother once told me that father had a large amount of warlock blood in him but was never aware of it. That devil's blood awakened the power in me and made it greater…And as human and baatezu blood continue to fuse. I continue to be torn apart…"

"What about De'Shawn?"

"He had…" Jak paused tightening his hold on the woman, "adverse effects. The only changes were his left eye turned blue and he could heal as he wanted. He believes that lie told to him by the owner of the brothel that the reason he has those powers his because of Lathander's blessing. He in truth is as Faithless as I am."

"You say that De'Shawn was in a brothel?"

"We were both separated after the results of the experiment were confirmed by the shitheads doing the thing. Because of the innocence and divine light from Day's being, they put him in the harem while I was thrown into the dungeons with the other success stories." Jak started to laugh. "They all are dead now of course… and even mother ran…she ran from me.

"It's all father's fault. If I had not been born…"

"Even with your physique of a fully mature human male, you still haven't the understanding for why you are a mistake. A mistake to the lust of a loveless man." Jak looked up at her to see that she was smirking.

"What do you mean?"

"How old are you?"

"Thirteen." The priestess chuckled.

"Oh, you definitely will know soon." She slurred her thumb scraping his lower lip. "It's what those men in the brothel used your brother for…and to think maybe that is why he decides to look and dress like a woman? Or maybe it was the blood? Whatever, you can choose. Anyway, I have a contract for you my dear Jak."

"Yeah?" He sighed as her fingers worked their way through his hair; this new gesture was so relaxing.

"If you give me your life, I will insure that your pain is eliminated forever and replaced with power." Jak's eyes widened with amazement. Could she possibly get rid of his pain? Increase his power? If the price is his life…

"You can have it after I kill my father." Another smirk shaped her lips.

"By the way. The only chance you have in killing your father is by killing his lover first and from what I see you are probably going to kill your brother first."

"…" Jak had no words with which to speak. He was undecided about the matter. Undecided about the life of his brother.

"Just as I thought you are jealous of him. Jealous that he didn't suffer like you did. Jealous he is happier, even with you poisoning him with your misery and hate."

"Shut up!" But the voice continued to speak.

"Admit you hate him!" Jak shook his head wildly.

"No!"

"Say it!"

"No…"

"Say it!"

"…no…"

"Say it!"

Jak felt the unfamiliar sting in his eyes seep through and sully the tunic of his Conductor. Then rage, a blinding rage followed by pain, a burning pain through out his body. He was himself again.

"Yeah, I do hate the little pansy, but he relies on me. No…he relies on that ghostly lover of his, Angelis." Jak let go of the woman and stood up. "He doesn't need me."

Without looking back the warlock worked his way back to the keep, his voice, similar his father's but laced with a thick Thayan accent, invoked his power allowing for him to become invisible. Leviana smirked, licking her lips.

"And once you visit the door of death, you will call out my name and I will find you. To grant you the life you deserve." Suddenly her limbs felt weak and her vision became hallowed as the sorcerer reawakened from her assault.

It was dawn the beginning of a new life and the last shadow of a sleepy lie.

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