The chilly air of the one bedroom apartment shimmered, as a river reflecting the moons evening glow, announcing the arrival of the dark haired demon teacher. He had taken a much longer route to get home, just in case his queen was watching him closer than before now that he was helping her. To think that there is a way to vanquish her. All this time we’ve thought that would be a highly impossible task but it would appear that her scariest secret has exploded from its prison. Never in all his lifetimes would he have thought that he would be alive to see such an event take place. However, he knew that nothing lasted forever and with the hundred year curse being broken so was it time for the demonic kingdom to shift to prepare for the new warriors of good.
Brennor softly glides across the carpeted floor and takes a seat on the couch, hoping that the bartender wasn’t going to let him down. He hadn’t had to kill someone for failing him in such a long time, and he aint want to kill one that always seemed to find him what he needed or provide information. He better hurry up. The longer we wait the stronger their bond grows. He needed to keep the elementals preoccupied until he could draw one over to the dark side, in hopes of gaining an influence over the force that could potential destroy them all.
The bartender uses his summoning power once more, calling to Brennor Carmichael, telepathically placing a message in his mind:
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| The one I had in mind is here. Be aware that it is Seth Seymour. |
If we can draw one of them over to our side we may be able to gain access to one of the strongest forces on earth. Brennor knew it was going to take a long shot, now that the elementals seem to be under the good influence of Morgana. However, the demonic tutor wasn't about bringing them over to fight for them, but rather to gain a foothold against those whom would win this little war. He was going to do his queens bidding, but if the kitchen got too hot he was going to go into hiding, until the worse of the worse had passed.
While he rests his mind and body, he picked up on the messages that was coming towards him. He allowed the man access into his surface thoughts, not wanting him to dig deeper into his true plans. I knew he would come through for me. Pushing his thoughts aside the old demon heard the message loud and clear.
To Brennor: The one I had in mind is here. Be aware that it is Seth Seymour.
Seth Seymour. I haven't heard that name in a long time. He knew of the shape shifting demon, as he was a former student of his before the young boy turned his back on the demonic world and fled. Brennor was disappointed to see the man leave, as he had great potential to be a very powerful and useful demon.
To Bartender: He will do just fine. Have him come to my place...He should remember where i live if not point him in the right direction.
He slid up against the chair, taking on a more business stance as he waited for the dark haired demon to arrive.