You and darion had grown a friendship for a while. you've seen him has a kind man, not even capable of hurting a fly. There will be moments where he will seem to have this other side of him that scared you. but you never bothered to ask, thinking it was your imagination. His brother was murdered recently, he was taken it unusually well. its been a month sense then, you and him were walking through an alleyway to get back to your home. that was, until something large and fast came at darion. practically slamming him into the wall. by a simple glance you saw who it was, or, they looked like him. The man have blue hair, several pairs of horns. a long webbed tail swaying angerly. Green glowing eyes and a green mark that went down from his chin to the middle of his chest, looking like.. and axe wound. he was in rags and shackles around his ankles, wrists, and neck. you turned to go help darion but you stopped at his sudden shift of personality. he was angry, not his pure self. getting up to only be-

- slammed down again. He was frustrated about something. The man looked over at you, a scared expression towards you. before turning back to Darion, who yelled out. "Your dead! i killed you! i made sure of it!" he paused, no use putting up the nice act now. Everything was so serial...do you stop them?

-done-

The man looked over, then at darion. He cleared his throat, his voice was raspy and sore. "You didn't tell her, didn't you?" Darion snarled, standing up he seemed more frustrated his cover was blown. He was mad because this man came back. "of course i didn't. you don't just go around telling people you killed your brother!" The man, who seemed to be his brother just stepped back, eyes narrowing.

he growled, shoving ishvelda aside. "Listen, he was in the way. I had to get rid of him somehow. And now hes.. this monster!" Ishvelda flinched at the thought.

Darion growled. "He was going to ruin the plan, rat it out. Not like anyone would believe him. I mean, its pretty easy to make something your brother's fault... your not in the way, are you Reece?" The man behind darion snarled, yanking him back away from Reece, trying to protect her.

Darion snarled at Ishvelda, who simply looked over at her. "he wouldn't, i won't allow it. Please, you should leave. for your benefit." he seemed nervous, clawed hands raised in a calm manner.

ishvelda paused, staring at himself. he sighed to himself. "its.. very hard to explain, ya know, being in hell does a lot of things." he laughed to himself, darion was trying to figure out what he could do.

Do it you won't

The man looked at seilene, then at Darion. In a raspy voice he spoke to darion. "Oh so you hid your problems from her? Did you really want to forget about me?" He growled. Darion just seemed out of it. "Oh cmon brother you were in the way! Look at you now though!"

Darion got up, snarling. "Thats because I didn't want a brother in the first place. He was in the way, I simply took what I needed." The brother seemed angry, upset.

Darion chuckled. "it worked though, for a while." the brother didn't seem to want harm, despite what darion had done to him. Darion just waved a hand to him. "look at him though, hes a monster!"

Darion growled. "i needed to! he was nothing!" The brother walked over to seliene, shakingly held up his hands. "m-ma'am, i think you should leave. it would be better for you."

the brother paused, "i..don't know." it seemed like he was never asked that, staring at the ground.

Ishvelda didn't attack or anything. Just stared at his brother. Darion was frustrated, for one. His brother was alive. Second, he let his true self show.

the man looked over. "I'd leave. I'm sure you don't want to see this side of him. No one does." Darion snarled.

the man just stared at the ground. Darion got up, dusting himself off angerly.

Darion sighed, before smiling. "cmon Zuma, lets go."

Darion started to walk, pausing when he didn't move.

Ishvelda stared at Zuma. Darion was getting fed up, going to grab Zuma before being charged at and shoved away.

Ishvelda simply growled at darion, before looking at Zuma. "Can you move?"

Ishvelda nodded, turning them around. "Then run."

Darion had pulled out an knife, he planned on using it on ishvelda.

Ishvelda whipped around, darion had a flash of fear on his face before ishvelda ripped the knife out of his hands. Blood stained his hand and the blade as he hell it.