Rebuilding the Past

[Vylrath]

Vylrath chuckled warmly at the young man, who would seem like an infant compared to him. He was ancient, the blood becoming a familiar to him now- no longer a burden. It was just a matter of what he could accomplish with his own curse.

Smirking, Vylrath spoke directys to Barclay, hoping he hadn’t lost his interest already. “Masochist? Hardly! It hurts like Hell, but it’s the only way to awaken it.” Blood pooled around his cupped hand. Opening his palm, he let the dark essence flow from the cut that was slowly trying to heal itself.

“Watch!”

The life of the lake changed dramatically. It’s once bluish waters were now darkened with red. Any ruins became affected by the substance and he could feel the power leaching at an intense degree. It was as if the water lived, became its own person, but he knew that was impossible. The sky even seemed to react to the sudden purge of powers.

“Place your fire over the water…” To the young man, Vylrath might seem like he had reached his inane point, but he was speaking from logic. He could only hope that his theory was correct.

[Agony>Misery]

If Trydian looked horrid, then he felt worse than he looked. His back was scratched and bleeding, and there was a large metal pole wrapped around his left arm, puncturing it on one end. It was arrange in the metal at an odd angle, and both the sickening pain and the visual aid let him know that it was broken. He used his good hand to free himself from the canvas-like material, and bring himself to his feet. Sebilla's eyes were meeting his, and then motioning at the stranger. She had called his name, and he had seen why in a flash of his gaze toward her. Trydian grimaced as he pointed toward the man, whose shadow was manipulated, in turn, into a massive dark creature. It would have easily been twice Barclay's height, were it not hunched over him, staring hungrily with it's long tongue lolling out of it's mouth. The black creature was stark nude, and sported a phallus many times the size of Barclay's leg. It reached out with a razor sharp talon, and poked Barclay's shoulder from behind. The creature was in three dimensions, but, aside from it's claws, it could not contact other physical things...and the second Barclay might have gotten a good look at it, it would simply be his flat shadow dancing oddly from the light of the fire.

Trydian managed a smile, before he caught Vylrath's words, and a wave of guilt washed over him. He wanted to shout that he could take care of her fine, but he thought better as he surveyed his injuries once more, and clawed the metal from his left arm.

Offtopic: I waited 5 days for posts, and got skipped in less than 24 hours. > <

[Vylrath]

Offtopic: You didn't get skipped at all. You waited 5 days, because I was stupid and lost track with crap going on IRL. I thought it was Angie's turn (Barclay), blahblahblah. Anyway, it's just between Barclay and Vyl now. You and Jen can post just fine between each other too. Barclay and Vyl are off alone though-- so I don't see how you'd get into their conversation, unless you had Trydian wander over to them.

[littlebean]

Awaken it? Awaken what? Barclay wanted to ask, wondering exactly what the man hoped to accomplish with the self mutilation. Once he started to breathe fire when he was young, he learned not to doubt anything or label things as impossible or unusual, when what he was doing was hardly considered normal. It would be selfish to think that he was the only one with a few "special" tricks up his sleeve, so he kept an open mind. Instead of opening his mouth and speaking unnecessarily, he took the mans advice and watched the magic happen. Like his own flame it seemed his ability came from his body, not through some kind of bizarre magic. He observed closely, watching the strange substance pour out of his hand into the lake. The material from within the body changed the lake. A more caring and concerned person might fret over the state of the lake, the ecosystem and the wild life within the waters, but Barclay was not one of those kinds of people.

The most interesting part was when the man told him to place his fire over the water. He wouldn't ever object to the presence of fire, and he could only imagine the reason. Did he want him to boil the water, or did he want him to set it on FIRE!? He smiled widely, excited by the possible chance of setting fire to his one and only weakness, water. The man never mentioned setting it on fire, but if this man's shadow made the lake flammable it would be a spectacular display. This wasn't so bad afterall, how many people got to say they saw water burn? Perhaps Barclay would be the first.

He took a deep breath, but before he could exhale his fire, something tapped him on the shoulder. ""Hhrrrgg." He sighed having had his flame interrupted and looked around to see what it was, uninterested and unimpressed by the shadowy black figure. "Ya?" He asked him, it's gender made obvious by the impressive size of it's penis.

[Jen]

(OOC: Wtf with skipping me?)

[littlebean]

(OOC: Wtf with skipping me?)

Offtopic: Shit sorry I always forget about posting order I can delete it. D: Thanks for reminding me!

[Vylrath]

“Ignore the child! I want to see what your fire will do with my blood!”

He stood impatiently, his snarl making the most of his facial expression. Vylrath was losing his patience, the new man easily distracted by trivial happenstance. He realized how distracting his family truly was. If he was going to be any use to any of them, he needed to have his own moments with his own thoughts.

“My son is an imbecile! He doesn’t realize that his sister can die, while the rest of us are a lot harder to kill with a mere injury!”

Idiot. Trydian was going to ruin everything for his future. Sebilla had been in the plans, but not if Trydian killed her off
with his recklessness! He waved his hand, as if abolishing all other thoughts related to the incident. “Tch! Pay them no mind…what he is doing is childsplay…” Had Trydian forgotten who he was? He could very well see the bulbous creature, with its phallic characteristic on display for all to witness.

“Set the waters on fire and we’ll see if I am correct…” It was a ridiculous notion, to set the entire lake on fire. If Isabella knew him as well as she boasted, he probably hadn’t thought his plan out very well.

[littlebean]

A lot of the things Vylrath was speaking was all nonsense to Barclay. Some shit about, somebody's sister being capable of...dying? Having just met the strange group of people he had yet to realize Vylrath and the others were in fact immortal, even though they certainly displayed some less than human qualities.

He agreed with two things however, ignoring the giant shadowy cock (he was going to anyway) and setting the lake on fire. Fuck the ecosystem, Barclay was being presented with a chance of a lifetime. For the first time in his life, and to his knowledge, in HISTORY he was going to set fire to water.

"Gyyyuuuuh!" He inhaled deeply, taking in a large breath. When he exhaled, large amounts of flames would come spewing forth from his mouth, onto the lake successfully igniting the water mixed with Vylrath's blood. With a dramatic fwoosh, the lake was lit into a large expanse of flickering fire. The flames shone onto Barclay's face lighting his manic expression with an orange glow, glimmering off his huge grin and wide opened eyes.

"AH! OH oh ohohohohoh!!!" Unable to contain his excitement he bounced up and down just short of waving his hands around in a feminine fashion." We burned water! This is RIDICULOUS! I...I- KAHA!" He laughed loudly and turned away for a moment to collect himself, but failed miserably and turned around again, continuing his happy fit.

[Vylrath]

Vylrath felt an odd connection with Barclay. The connection seemed to be an innate reaction to the fire and blood. The mixture was a dangerous concoction, that could have only been thought up by Vylrath. "Excellent! You will indeed be a part of our new lives! We can definitely use you. I have never seen something so extrodinary..."

Gradually, the fire had turned to a bluish tint. The diverse properties of the blood and fire had become an electric current of something greater: it was as if the lake had been blessed by a maniac. He could feel the essences course through him, the fire overlapping the doctored lake. The brillance of the vibrant lake didn't wane, but kept living, twisting around the edges of the semi-submerged ruins. The ruins were quickly became captive of the odd substance they had created. This place would become a part of him now, but not to such a degree as the Temple.

He realized that the bluish flame would be eternally lit- but only to the viscinity of their area.

"We are like brothers now, friend! I trust you with my life and my families very safety. Have you seen what we have done! It is time I explained to you what we are..." Vylrath gestured for Barclay to sit on the sand, while their face was eclipsed with the bluish glow of the fire.

"If you will listen, I will tell you my own history and why my family may need your help."

[littlebean]

A lot of the things Vylrath said went completely over Barclays head. If he wasn't experiencing anything short of a miracle at this moment, he might have taken into consideration what was being spoken to him a little more. In a completely relaxed state of mind, he would have questions what it was he was to be "used" for but questions came and went everyday. The lake was-on-fire. This deserved special attention. If Barclay felt the same way about Vylrath as he did about fire, he might consider Vylrath his friend too. He never had any friends and wasn't too certain what made a friend a friend, but it was definitely too soon for any of them to be eachother's friends, just good acquaintances.

It was a good start. Barclay sat himself next to Vylrath on the sand where he gestured and made himself comfortable. Still with his eyes glued to the fire, it would appear as if Barclay wasn't listening at all but this time, he was all ears , just not all eyes. It just took him awhile to get a hold of himself.

"What you are? Like not human?" He stared at the fire some more, thinking. " Ya I'll listen just hold on a bit." With that he left his butt imprint in the sand behind and headed over to the remains of his ruined campsite and began to dig around, trying to salvage what was left from the broken frame and fabrics of his makeshift home.

After sorting through the rubble Barclay returned with a small bag of nuts, some bread, marshmellows and most importantly, a large bottle of Vodka. Now he was ready. "Alright."

[Vylrath]

The strange food did not entice him, but the thought of a good story did. He sat down, collecting his thoughts and attempted to remember a brutal past. His beginning had been shaky, at beast an accident in this realm. Vylrath knew he didn’t need to go into severe detail with Barclay, but he would explain to the best of his ability.

“Good. You will need a strong drink after I explain my families past…” Rubbing at his temples, he thought of a beginning- something that would be crystal clear. It wasn’t easy, but he would have to do his best so that Barclay didn’t think they were living Demons. Hell, from the looks of it, maybe Barclay was one himself.

It wasn’t every day you saw a grown man spew fire.

“I was one a demon. Born from a demonic elder, Gaarth and a human priestess of a different realm than this. There are different realms, each one mirroring this one, made for different purposes. I had come to this one to seek its destruction- my initial plot to take lives and leave my mark on this miserable place. I was held captive. Having been an ignorant, young demon, I hadn’t planned on falling in love with their female priestess. I stayed, aiding her when her world needed her strength. It was being broken up by a war. We had children together: Roen, my first son- now banished, or dead. Caela, my daughter and Trydian my son- I had children with Caela, during my demonic madness. However, my demonic heritage was purified by Kahlan- Queen of the Fae realm, whom I also have children with.” Vylrath said, with a hint of pride in his voice. He made the motion to the scar on his neck, to indicate how he had died. It was an obvious decapitation.

He cleared his throat, making sure that the man was following him. If he had seen the man’s eyes glaze over, he wouldn’t have been surprised.

“I left after the war with the Yuurei. They were some strange beings that destroyed the Kingdom of Rivenfelde- where we are standing now. They had beaten me to the destruction. I had lost. My wife had died giving birth to Caela- I had lost her, but now she is back with us. Death had given Bella life again...“
He sighed, remembering the past. Not all of it was pleasant, but he was glad he had not forgotten why they were all here.

“I came back, seeking Caela. I killed her lover, who was cursed with a strange ability. His blood could be used as weapons, or as a disease that could infect others. He was like a different creature- not a man. The blood could also heal his wounds. “

Pausing, he watched Barclay’s reactions. “I ate the man. I ate his entire body, leaving only a couple of limbs behind. The blood took hold of me, especially since I had a soul again thanks to Kahlan. The blood did different things to me- it made me possess emotions, strength beyond my demonic abilities. It also gave me the ability to create a new race. I call this race the Vuri- a name derived from a demonic God who could grant immortality to his followers- everlasting life. “
Vylrath was finally done with his recollection. He stood up, stretching his body. “So, now the question remains… would you like to possess immortality? You would still hold the power of your fire- that would grow in greatness with the changing.”

He watched the bluish fire that still lapped over the lake. Its bluish body reminded Vylrath of the delicate Fae. He was beginning to pine for Kahlan. He hoped Barclay would accept his proposal. His race could finally grow in numbers.

[littlebean]

Barclay sat down in his spot next to Vylrath, helping himself to a mouthful of nuts, snacking while he heard the story. All this food couldn't possibly be finished by himself, he brought it out to share with his new acquaintance who not too long ago was so hungry he threatened to kill him over a fish. Maybe after everything that happened today, he just forgot about his hunger. Oh well, more for him anyhow.

"Hm."

At first Barclay didn't appear to be listening at all, because his eyes were still plastered to the sight of the discoloured fire dancing and somehow burning on the lake. His ears were there though, he was hearing all of this and listening intently. It would be rude not to, what Vylrath was telling him was basically his life story, all of his secrets and what have you. Big secrets, the kind you don't tell anybody else, like how you were a demon from another realm. For a moment he was flattered that Vylrath would trust him enough to share this information with him. Washing down the nuts with a few hefty gulps of his drink, silently he summarized to himself what Vylrath was telling him.

So...he was sort of like an alien from another planet, and was sent to this one to destroy it, but got side tracked by a beautiful woman. Then him ( and his penis he assumed) had a change of heart and switched sides where a healthy dosage of boning ensued, followed by being purified by a priestess which he also porked. This Vylrath was a fucking champ. But wait, there was more.


The next little bit tied everything together and properly explained what happened to the Kingdom he lived in "So that's why.." his voice trailed off and he didn't comlpete his sentence, but he wouldn't need to, Vylrath was supposed to be the one talking, interrupting was rude. To shut himself up Barclay crammed a marshmellow onto a nearbuy stick and placed it over the burning lake.

During the whole story Barclay didn't seem to be disturbed, surprised or confused by what Vylrath had told him, as if he wasn't being told anything at all. None of this was a cause for upset. Barclay was extremely open to new ideas. The idea that other realms existed didn't seem to farfetched, the story to him just seemed like a man being caught in unfortunate circumstances and the cannibalism? Well, Vylrath never mentioned if the man deserved it or not, he could have been innocent for all he knew, or guilty. He killed the man for being his daughters lover, now he was having second thoughts about the women he was lusting over earlier.

With all this talk of realms, demons, purifications, destruction and cannibalism, Barclay managed to keep a straight face right until the end when finally Vylrath mentioned to say something that phased him. "What?!" He took longer deeper gulps of his drink, trying to wrap his head aroung what Vylrath was offering.

He wasn't going to jump at the chance to be immortal. Even if you could live forever, would you really want to? What if further down the road you WANTED to die but couldn't? What if he lived long enough to see the end of the world, where would he exist? Was life worth living if death wasn't a threat? The philosophies of life and death played through his mind for a moment, but were pushed aside by Barclay's common sense. Nobody just GRANTS immortality to anybody, no way no how. There had to be a catch, and certainly some side effects to deal with.

"H-how?!" The roasting marshmellow was dropped on the ground and forgotten along with the nuts and bread.

[Vylrath]

The man was really asking him how he could become immortal? Vylrath scratched his head, not expecting Barclay to be interested. He thought he had rambled too much during his speeches. Nevertheless, he explained, much like a crooked salesman would:

"Well, it took me awhile to figure out, but I can give a person immortality by sharing my blood with them. Then, their blood is taken over by the "curse" and they become Vuri. You would no longer be human...or whatever the Hell you are. I assume you're human?"

Sidetracked, Vylrath looked at the flame.

"You would have the world at your fingertips. My women can be your women. Our race will be superior- we can rebuild this place tenfold from what it was!"

He had lied about the women ALSO being Barclays, but he figured something had to entice the man. He would give him whatever he wanted. "If women don't interest you..." Shrugging, he didn't know what else he could offer him. He had just met the man and only knew the basics: he could breathe fire and his name was Barclay.

[littlebean]

Vylrath explained the mechanics to him, and Barclay thought about every single word he said very carefully. In all fairness he DID ask how it was done, and he was simply getting an answer, just one that was hardly detailed enough for his tastes. If it involved blood sharing, how do you go around sharing blood? There just had to be more to it.

"No." He answered flatly shaking his head. Even a pyromaniac like himself simply could not accept the risks involved with a sketchy claim of immortality. Not the offer of women, men, power or a mountain of gold could convince him.Just because somebody SAYS they're immortal, does it make them immortal? After the story Vylrath told him, it still remained as only a story. He literally just met the man today, it was hard to believe any of this was true.

"No. Maybe later. We'll talk about it later." Was his answer. It wasn't a downright no, only for now. Perhaps sometimes in the future Barclay would be more receptive and accept the possible offer, but as of right now it hardly seemed like a solid deal. He sat back down on the ground, remembering his food and his marshmellow was waiting for him.

"Just gimme time to think." And the thinking process started with some more drinking and marshmellow roasting. If Barclay was going to decide to mess around with his mortality, it had to be something he was damn sure of. For now, he pondered his decision and the situation with an upset and concerned look on his face, frowning at the burning lake, trying to find comfort in it's flames along with a well toasted marshmellow.

[Vylrath]

He understood the man: immortality was not just something you approached lighthearted. It had to be thought over and compromised with oneself. He bowed, intrigued by Barclay and his sincerity. “I think that you can give me an answer by the next full moon…that will give any mortal time to think such a venture through.” It was reasonable, in Vylrath’s mind, but to a mortal it might be too soon. It didn’t matter to him- he needed followers and soon! Especially, if they thought they were going to rebuild a broken kingdom.

Vylrath looked past the cursed lake, his eyes following over the seemingly barren land. “I wonder where the Hell the women went…” He had a son, but his son may as well have been a woman. He was always with his mother or sister- he never confided in Vylrath, even though he understood demonic powers better than any of the party. It troubled him, but not enough to dwell on and lose a night’s sleep over.

“Let’s get some rest. I’m sure Isabella will be impressed by what I’ve done with the lake…it will surely terrify any trespassers!” He didn’t give any credit to Barclay, naturally, for that was only in his nature to do so.

He slept on the ground, his predicament not unheard of – the cold ground quickly reminding him of the prison cell where he had terrorized soldiers day and night. It brought a smile to his haunting, yet sleeping face.