[Dracos]

Dracos sat on the Balcony of the third floor apartment his wings spread he let the wind brush against them. In his hand was a lit fireball, but it was small. Gazing up at the sky he waited for Raider to return for the day. He had been gone for a couple of hours, hunting Dracos assumed. Turning the flame off Dracos stood slowly, leaving the balcony doors open for the bird if he decided to return anytime soon. Walking into the small room Dracos looked around taking in all the items that were spread across it. There was a single sized bed directly to his right as he entered the room pressed up against the wall, with a wardrobe in the far left corner away from the balcony. A full length mirror hung on the wall next to the door with a slight film of dust covering it. In a door to the left of the Balcony doors was the a full bathroom with a shower. Next to the bed was a wooden desk with a chair and desk lamp. Of course Dracos had not gotten a computer yet so the only thing on the desk were small scorch marks. In the wardrobe was several pairs of pants and a full suit of armor. In the drawer beneath the wardrobe was a full set of potions given to him by Xanth and his swords.

Walking over to the bed he lay down and stared up at the ceiling. He needed to go to the Den and check in with Calin. Closing his eyes he wondered what the hell had happened the other night with Nymphadora and Naava. All he remembered was being totally and completely enraptured for the first time with Dora's beauty and having no thoughts about Naava except that she was hurt and needed help. After that everything was a blur, the beautiful lilac room appeared in his mind and Dora's apologetic smile. Smiling to himself he hoped that Dora and Naava were both alright. Getting back up Dracos walked over to the wardrobe. Pulling on his armor and his weapons he looked around the room. He needed to do something and steal some things before Calin had him hunted down.

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Falil rubbed his face gingerly as he walked up the stairs in the reisdence area. A blackened handprint was marked on his face as clear as a tatoo but it could easily be seen from his wincing whenever he touched it that it was no tatoo. He hated this, being a servant to that old demon...he didnt know how he was still around surely someone would have tried to bump him off. It didnt occur to Falil that maybe some people had and didnt survive the encounter with Lord Ea.

The young demon finally reached the third floor, wishing to himself that his wings worked so he could have just flown here and flown through the window, but no he was too powerless to do even simple things, as Lord Ea constantly reminded him. As it was right now he could barely make a spark with his fire, he had the toughest time getting it down and Lord Ea constantly was dissapointed with him...not a good thing with that demon lord. As a result he was sent on messenger duty, honestly he would have prefered being sent to try and kill a dragon, instant death would be far better than this pathetically menial work, it was insulting even for a demon servant.

Reaching the door marked 13 he reached his hand forward and rapped on it thrice loudly.

" Dracos Panas I am here to summon you in the name of our great Lord Ea, master of the raging flame! Answer the door at once and follow me to him he is not a patient man! "

He looked down at his clothes, the robe he was wearing was covered in blackened marks from his attempts to light the flame, and his skin had scars on it from numerous past failures. This was great, yet another demon who would likely mock him, this Dracos at least seemed to get to go do things thoug Falil never knew what exactly

[Dracos]

Just as Dracos had finished equipping himself, several loud knocks on the door sounded. Furrowing his eyebrows, he wondered who the hell had come to his room. "Dracos Panas I am here to summon you in the name of our great Lord Ea, master of the raging flame! Answer the door at once and follow me to him he is not a patient man! " A look of shock came over him momentarily, never had he been summoned to Lord Ea, this was quite irregular. Striding over to the door, he opened it slowly. Glancing at the man in front of him, Dracos winced as he saw the black mark on his face in the shape of a hand print. Yes, this was definitely the mark of one of Lord Ea's servant. Looking closer at his skin, Dracos saw the scars from what he assumed was this demons attempts to light a fire, because he himself had a few of these scars from his fledgling days.

Speaking to the demon with a tone of sympathy, Dracos tried not to make himself look better than others. "Did Lord Ea tell you his reason for this summons?" A loud cry sounded from behind, turning his head slightly the, shadow of Raider entered his peripheral view. As the medium sized bird landed on his shoulder with a rustle of it's wings, Dracos smiled. Folding his own still extended wings to his back, Dracos turned for a moment and strode over to the balcony, closing the doors with a soft thud. Returning to Lord Ea's servant, he smile lightly. "I'll follow you to Lord Ea."

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Great, not only did Falil have to play errand boy for a very ill tempered Ifrit who delighted in punishing him for small mistakes, now he had to play informer for this demon. Well there wasnt much he could tell so this one was out of luck, Falil didnt know anything! As the demon asked him about Lord Ea Falil had to stifle a growl, who was this one to ask the business of his lord. Falil asked his lord Questions and got punished severly, Ea didnt like his servants questioning him. How had this one survived relativly unscathed when he was so questioning...Falil didnt get it.

As the Raven cawed loudly Falil growled, censored bird, they were only good to eat. This demon, he didnt like him, be it jealousy or not Falil hated this smug demon's attempts to seem friendly. As he returned with his bird Falil responded to his question.

" I asked. "

Falil pointed to the mark on his face

" I would suggest you didnt. Now come on lets go, I dont want to have hot coals lit under my feet for being slow "

Falil turned on his heel and marched away, not much caring if Dracos was following him. If he didnt Falil could just tell Lord Ea he ran away, and be rewarded for finding a traitor wether or not he actually was one.