Grey shrugged, "I'm sensing you know what its like to be a puppet, so I won't say you have no idea. Instead, I'll simply say anyone who seeks Genesis lacks wisdom. I made the mistake of accepting his aid when I was young. I wish I could break this damn seal I have, and figure out what ability of my own I have." Midnight tried to force itself out of the case again.

Grey shrugged, "Without Genesis, all that his energy does is consume itself. He's a malicious bastard. And unlike Oblivion, he has patience. Your master wouldn't get much use out of Omega's abilities either, Omega is just here to fix the earth for the most part."

chastity tilted her head she was still trying to catch her breath
"again?"
before she could do anything he had already taken her again....



[color=#ff6666]lilith continued walking the halls calling out for drake
"DRAKE IF YOU DONT COME OUT HERE THIS MINUTE, I WONT GIVE YOU AND CHOCOLATE SPREAD OR LEMON CURD"
she stopped where she was and waited

Mawthrough eventually collapsed, nearly comatose.
He had a good history when it came to making love, but this shattered the record, and the record book, and the library the record book was in. Nine solid hours of making love non-stop had rendered him almost... enlightened, and he had no way of knowing how Chastity was feeling.
"Are... you...ok...?" he managed, Chastity lying motionless on his chest...

Darkion laughed. "You are all pretty doomed. Just saying."

Grey shook his head, "Oblivion is destruction, Genesis is nothingness.......best to never learn the difference........." Grey said to himself as he became one with his soul again.

Shrike came staggering down the hall as Lilith and Drake met up, a frozen hole still in the center of his forehead from being shot there. His seemingly normal polearm still sat on his shoulder. He looked half awake, "Wonder if there's anything fun going on in the combat hall." He said to himself.

Shrike lazily looked upward, "Yeah, went outside to talk with someone, and some other person decided to put a bullet in my head, or something along those lines. Rather than put in the effort of chasing them, I came back inside and had a little nap." Shrike looked over to Lilith, "I trust your behaving yourself." He lazily rested against his weapon now.

Revan woke up and strechted his arms as he sat up
"hmm wonder how long it will be before Dageroths puppet comes out to play again doesn't matter My boss might not want me to interfere but, cant have the Grim Reaper get killed off would look bad couple of options A. hunt down the guy who has genesis and get him to destroy Dageroth but, thats too risky B. wait for his tool to return and strike her down but that will be alot of waiting. Hmm Ill think of something also wonering how the fallen angel's wild goose chase is going he needs to learn that people lie oh well that poor naive fool.
he said with a chuckle before looking up at the trees.

Grey spoke aloud to Genesis, "You are your own bane, you know that right?"

The entity appeared as an apparation in the darkness, "Why do you say that boy?"

With a chuckle, Grey replied, "If your energy consumes everything when not under your control, then that means it can consume your own energy, which means, it could indirectly, consume you, if someone could find a way to produce it."

Genesis didn't speak, "The price of your studipd need to control every aspect of your energy eh?"

He didn't reply once again.

Shrike held the round in his palm, "Not Arcanium, something of a different brand entirely, for sure. Interesting."

Since Genesis could not assert control over Grey at this time, he spoke into Drake's mind, while Grey headed toward the combat room. "I have a question boy."

Shrike chuckled, "Well, if you like combat, we have the training halls, if you like the internet, we have a tech lab devote to surfing the internet. Then we've got the library, filled with thousands and thousands of different books. There's also theatre too. There's also lots of classes. I run a class on racial physiology and anatomy. A student of ours is also performing today."

While he spoke to her, a woman walked down their hall. She was tall, had short, red hair, freckles, with a round face, and a large scar across her neck. She wore a flowery halter top, with a pair of neat jeans, however, she wore no shoes. Her body, from head to toe, was covered in tiny glyphs, ones of a demonic nature. The woman had an aura of power around her, and a very sassy walk. She didn't have a weapon on her either. She had a set of demonic, red eyes with orange pupils. Her head tilted upon seeing a demon in the academy. Shrike quickly looked to her, and shook his head, signaling her to not draw her weapon.

Grey held onto his forehead while walking toward the combat room.

Shrike looked to him, "Only what I said to the demon, don't know if I said much to you other than answer your question in regards to the hole in my cranium." His skull began to build another layer of bone right underneath where the hole was.

Genesis spoke again, "Not voices, just one." He spoke again, "When the boy closes me off, I can communicate more easily with the outside world."

Genesis chuckled, "I am Genesis, and I wish to get in contact with your master."

Genesis grinned within his void, "Its very simple. The boy does not wish to be my puppet, though despite this, he's been quite useful. Recent events have pushed him out of my grip once again. So I've decided, it may be nice to align with someone new. Besides, that undead creature I fought interested me. I'm telling you this, because unlike other entities, I can move from host to host almost instantaneously. I can also exist outside of a host, unlike Dageroth, Omega, and Oblivion."

Mawthrough eventually opened his eyes again, and it was daylight.
Not that there was any in the room - his natural body clock was telling him that in the human world it was just going midday.
He rolled over, and instantly became aware of how... how... PUMPED he felt. He could punch a charging rhinoceros in the face and send it flying right now. The energy he'd absorbed... from such a powerful source...

He leaned over to Chastity, who was still asleep, and gingerly kissed her neck, stroking her form.
"Hey. You ok?"

He trudged. To say he did anything else would be wrong.
He trudged into some things, some knights, some demons, some angels, other stuff. However, he didn't seek a fight. He didn't want to end up back in the Abyss again. He couldn't tell whether they attacked him or not, he'd long forgotten what the feeling of physical pain felt like. He could remember shivering once or twice though.
Ignirforce trudged, seeking his charge, along the bank of the Seine...