Leave Out All The Rest [Narrative]

[Ilreg Douisis Ofu'ul]

Arriving back at the lone stone tower, the Nexus rift opened in the arctic area of Ilreg's citadel. As he and his servants stepped out of the rift, Ilreg knelt down to meet Faf-ris and Cer-dra face to face. "I cannot take you with me on this expedition, you are to return to the citadel and wait for my return." Ilreg said, in a stern tone as he stroked the heads of his two companions.

Faf-ris and Cer-dra both turned to each other and looked back at Illreg quizically, seemingly ignoring his request to proceed. "Don't start with me, either of you, I have not adequately assessed this scenario, and I am not aware what Tiamat or Sanada Tomo has in store for me. I am leaving a Nexus tear in the Fifth layer of Hell, go to the mages and view the events as they transpire on my own personal orbalisk, come only if my life is in danger." Ilreg said, looking into the odd luminous eyes of his servants.

Faf-ris and Cer-dra both turned and walked toward the tower as Ilreg stepped back through the portal, leaving behind one message, "Do not fear for me, either of you, if I don't return from the cesspools of Hell, then I was too weak to be with either of you. I shall be back." Ilreg said before disappearing, both Faf-ris and Cer-dra's ears twitching as they heard their master's last words.

[Ilreg Douisis Ofu'ul]

Returning to inner sanctum of Ilreg's tower, Faf-ris and Cer-dra entered the chambers where Ilreg's personal orbalisk displayed his location. Ilreg had imprinted his very own magical signature into the device, as it were to serve as a visual beacon to his location and whereabouts at all times. Sitting there while the Draconi mage performed his various magics, Faf-ris and Cer-dra viewed the glowing orb diligently as they waited for signs of things that might require their presence.

They watched as Ilreg made his way through the 5th layer of Hell, and the bloody altercation that ensued. If capable of such a feat, I would be safe to say they both would be smiling at Ilreg's easy overpowering of the young foolish Demiangel who lost his life challenging their master.

Some time passed, and eventually their glowing eyes were focused on Ilreg's journey through the 6th layer of Hell. They watched as another conflict ensued, this time with the supposed King of that layer. Watching intently, the pair saw Ilreg easily dispatch the King's attempts at challenging their master in armed combat. Soon to follow would be a wound inflicted on Ilreg that drew his blood, and the orbalisk soon beamed intensely from the light and radiating energy from Ilreg's attack that laid waste to the area of the skirmish.

Within the confines of the cold stone chamber, the two dark and foreboding beasts watched as their master commenced to tourtue the King of the layer, waiting to be summoned into action.

[Faf-ris]

The fight hd grown more tense as Faf-ris and Cer-dra both continued to watch the skirmish intently. Growling whenever Ilreg took damage, the pair were eased by both Ilreg's ability to take damage, as well as his tenacity and adapatibility.

"The master must b more careful if he is to survive this altercation." The Draconi Mage tended the ball said aloud. Cer-dra stood after his raised ears caught this slander. The Mage was quick to correct himslef, "I... I... was mearly stating my concern for the master's life..." He said, trembling as his unfocused magic casused the screen to haze. Faf-ris nuddging Cer-dra brought his attention back the screen, as the Draconi Mage gathered himself, restoring the prestine footage of the fight.

It would seem to the pair that the fight was at a standstill as, as Ilreg and Yomi stood there ground against one another, Ilreg being the one prone to fight until the end, actually began to conversate with the Hellion king. Faf-ris and Cer-dra's gazed remained on the orbalisk, awaiting any and all orders from their master.

[Faf-ris]

The pair watched the fight come to a conclusion, if they were capable of the feat, they both would have smiled, watching as Ilreg's prowess in battle was once again proven, this time against a king of Hell, forcing her to yield and let him pass. They both watched on the orbalisk as Ilreg traveled to the 7th racked with injuries to be attacked, seemingly from something with, falling to the ground as blood poured from all the orifices of his head. As the dragon prince closed his eyes, the orbalisk went black, ilreg no longer conscious to feed the device with his ocular receptors. The two dragon siblings Faf-ris and Cer-dra watched as what seemed like an eternity went by, Ilreg lying on the ground susceptible to any manner of attack, the blackness of the ball before them unchanging.

The room grew dead quite as the pair began to growl at the Draconi mag attending the orbalisk began to grow nervous. "I have no control over this, but rest assured his is still alive, for the ball glows evermore." The mage said, pointing at the faint blue aura that surrounded the orbalisk, indicating that the host was still alive. Faf-ris and Cer-dra both got up from there respective places and walked closer to the orbalisk. Soon a flash of white light appeared and the picture came back into view in a very erratic manner, showing Ileg imprisoned in some form a cage made of energy.

Ilreg's face shown thought the reflective energy of the cage, and appeared blurred on the orbalisk, displayed to both Faf-ris and Cer-dra to see.



A being appeared on the screen, her face devoid of emotion, even as their master Ilreg became audible again, goading her to no avail. She was soon joined by a women, he dainty and womanly appearance a mask for the immense power she possessed, as a conversation ensued between her and Ilreg.

It soon became apparent that Ilreg would prove to be difficult to deal with and at a whim, she commanded the women to restrain Ilreg from the confides of his cage, Ilreg falling victim to magics beyond his control or comprehension. As the screen went black again, both siblings stood, their minds unified on one task, heeding there master's order to aid him when he would be unable to do so himself. They soon burst form the room in full sprint, scurrying thought the halls of the tower to the outside where Ilreg's tear was but a fading glimmer of the one he opened while there. The twin Dragon's mouth's began to glow as the shot a beam of energy from their mouth's, strengthening the dying portal to open to size that would accommodate them both. Starring at each other as if they had said everything in nothing at all, the pair leaped throught the portal, to find their master and only friend.