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Shattered Soul (kuro_bara x Alenaeon)

He shook her hand but frowned. "Ma'am, our souls are bound together. My soul, the majority of it, is stuck within the bounds of that gem. I could, of course, raise a few corpses if you so desired. Is it that notion that you find so humorous or is it some other aspect within the room?" He asks out of curiosity, he had no idea someone would laugh at him for being polite and adhering to simple manners.

"As for the blood sample, I am afraid so. The longer blood remains outside of a body, the less vitality and life force is contained within it. Although I must inquire if you have access to a tailor. My present well, situation is quite uncomely and I have never been fond of dressing as a slummer except when I need too." He looks around the lab, intrigued by it's devices now that his mind was clearing, at least for now. "At least you people do your best to discover new technology without the aid of magical assistance, but if you need proof of my magical abilities." He held up his hand and let the magic fade away, the skin falling away, revealing sheer working bone that was not connected by tendons.

He thinks for a moment and smiles, extending his hand to her with his palm facing upward. "Would milady like an escort back to her home before we have drawn attention because of our recent commotion?"
 
Elizabeth gave him a coy smile in response to his comment regarding her laughter. "It is humorous because I am being treated like a lady by a creature that shouldn't exist." She obviously found it much funnier then he did. Now that she had laughed him, she did not fear him quite so much. If she accepted his magic for a more complicated version for science, things became much easier to deal with. She looked at the whole experience as one large experiment and he was her lab partner. The image of him in a lab coat almost pushed her back into a fit of giggles but she swallowed the laughter with a grin at him.

Tapping her chin thoughtfully. "Well I don't have a tailor really but I can certainly taking you to one of the boutiques." There were several nice shops in Upper London that he would probably enjoy. She began jotting them down in a small note that she carried with her.

With her attention turned away from him she hadn't noticed the slight bit of magic though she heard his words. Turning around to see what he was talking about she found herself looking at the fleshless hand. Giving him a flat stare and an indignant sniff she turned back to jotting down the names of shops on a slip of paper. "You don't have to tease me you know." She stated, thinking he was making a joke at her in return for her laughing at him. "Besides I believe you are magical." She added.

Sticking the notebook back into her pocket she slipped her hand into his hoping she didn't blush again. He was just so damn polite. "Well, I guess I can take a stray in just this once." She teased her bright smile back in place. They walked out of the lab looking like old friends, anyone who saw them wouldn't think twice nor would they look twice. Just a gentlemen out with his lady.

They walked to her apartment, it wasn't too far from the labs. It was on the 8th story of one of the few nicer buildings in Lowe London. Taking a rickety elevator to her floor they exited into a dim hallway lined with faded doors. There were six apartments on each floor and hers was at the very end of the hallway. She lead him down the carpet lined hall to her door. A cracked number 6 was screwed to the wood, though it hung slightly to the side. Despite the outside look of the premises the inside of of her apartment was considerably nicer. It was clean and organized with a small living room, one bedroom, a tiny kitchen and a bathroom. The living room had one sofa and several book cases crammed with textbooks and oddly enough, romance novels. The kitchen had a tiny, two person table, a fridge and a small stove. A vase with a handful of flowers sat on the table. The bedroom was a little less organized but had the typical womanly feel to it. Soft colours, clothing tossed over the back of a chair, unmade bed and a vanity were all that fit in this room.

Elizabeth welcomed him in and in true British fashion went straight to the kitchen. "Tea?" She asked give him a polite smile.
 
He nodded and was about to correct her before he decided it would be wiser to pick his battles. He had worn a lab coat before, quite frequently actually but that was almost always in the company of Necrosious.

His skeletal hand wasn't so much a joke as it was that he wanted to have her verify that she understood that he was a necromancer. "Well, it would be a bit pleasant to explore the clothing styles of this plane, I unfortunately have found myself lacking in funds given my surprise adventure into your humble presence."

He lightly held her hand as they walked out of the laboratory, his head turned to her as he spoke. "Oh, well I'm sure that you will not be terribly bothered by my presence." Although he silently scoffs as he walks through the streets, it was quite different then his home city. He didn't like it, they were simply far too different for his liking.

When they got to her apartment, he had to resist the urge to make a snarky comment or two given that he was used to almost palatial abodes but he insisted on not offending her. As they entered the house, he looked around with a determined curiosity but made sure to respond when she was asking him something. "Hm. That sounds pleasant, although I much prefer coffee."
 
There was the sound of rummaging and the clatter of dishes from the kitchen as she prepared some snacks and their drinks. After a few minutes she returned carrying a tray with two steaming cups and a tray of cookies. The cups gave off the fragrant smell of coffee and she gave him an embarrassed look. "It was easier to make two cups of coffee instead of one of each." She murmured setting the tray on the small coffee table. It was an oddly kind gesture. "Sorry about the quality, all I had was instant coffee." It was quite the fad in Lower London because of how inexpensive it was.

She stirred a spoonful of sugar into her drink and sat at one end of the sofa with one leg crossed over the other. Taking a slow slip, she smiled thoughtfully. Tea or coffee it was always nice to have a hot drink after a stressful day. She wrapped her fingers around the glass and glanced over at her very strange house guest. "I suppose you can have the bedroom, I have some spare blankets that I can use on the sofa." Elizabeth said with a friendly grin. "Unless you want to share." She wiggled her eyebrows at him and giggled. Elizabeth rarely got to joke around with people, she always took her work so seriously and her lab partners and associates never really got to know her. Leaning back against the plush back of the couch, she closed her eyes for a moment and just enjoyed her drink.
 
"Oh. I'm sure it was although I'm not quite sure what you mean by instant coffee." He bent forward to grab the cup and sipped at it lightly. "Yes, well I am sure that it is more palatable then my technical grandsons favored creation. Highly lethal and whatnot." His face scowled a bit at the taste, but then regained it's neutral composure. Besides, it reminded him that he only had minor discomforts compared to whatever was ailing him before although he had a suspicion it had not left, merely hidden itself. He smiled at her, "I must thank you for your hospitality."

"Oh, I'm sure we could share. You might like a little coldness." He winks as he takes another sip of coffee to hide his smile behind the glass. "But of course, you need not worry. I do not require sleep so you may continue to use your bed. While I am capable of it. Well, that is often reserved for sharing a special moment with a special someone. Even though they all show that immortality is not quite as immortal as one would believe." His voice drifted off and became sadder with each passing word, evidently he didn't care that he was showing a sign of weakness to her. He sat down on the opposite end of the couch, his eyes unfocused as he explored the depths of his own memories although he was still listening to her.
 
Elizabeth couldn't say she was surprised to find out he didn't sleep, she was however surprised to learn he was actually quite a deep and emotional character. After telling her something that was obviously quite private she remained silent for a few moments, his emotions were so volatile and it made it hard to ignore what he was feeling. "You've had a hard go at life, haven't you?" She asked in a soft voice, smiling at him. "While I can't imagine the things you have seen and done in your lifetime, I do know what it is like to loose people you care about." There were sadness in the words but she was still smiling gently.

Change the topic abruptly as it seemed was a habit for her, "In regards to hospitality, really, it's the least I can do after causing you so much grief." She set her empty cup back on the tray and rose to her feet with a cat like stretch. "I am going to get cleaned up, when would you like to start working on...the..." She waved a hand as she thought about the right words, "Soul...thing..." She gave a frustrated sigh, they just sounded so unscientific. Elizabeth knew she would have to get used to it eventually but her mind struggled to find the right phrases. It was like learning a whole new language.

Walking into her room she began rustling through clothing before she vanished into the washroom. The sound of pipes hissing and rattling as they brought hot water to her shower could be heard through the walls.
 
"Ah, yes. I should start." He sighs realizing that he had not grabbed the vials of blood. He would be even further drained by this but he would work with what he could. He moved the coffee table and pushed the couch making Remwald thankful for the fact that she was not an extremely material person. He went into her kitchen and grabbed a knife, calmly cutting his palm enough that he expected to bleed for a while. Using his blood, he started to draw a large circle of blood in her living room.

After finishing the circle, he started to work on the runes which he would probably still be working on throughout most of the night and day. Of course, the amount of blood required made Remwald thankful that he knew how to replenish his supply with relative ease even if he looked sicker and sicker by the moment because it was using up his mana at an incredibly quick rate. His eyes were focused completely on the work at hand but he did hope that she didn't have any unexpected neighbors.
 
After a long and mostly hot shower, Elizabeth walked out of her dressed in a pair of brown trousers and a simple cream blouse. Stopping and staring in horror at her floor and then at him. "What did you do to my floor?" She demanded glaring at him. "And what did you do to yourself?" Was her second question, sounded even angrier then the first. She didn't like the way his body had wasted away in the short time she had been in the bathroom. "Didn't you take the Ghost Stone to help with this?" She asked sliding the box of glowing stone over.

Crouching just outside the circle she watched him with a glare, though it was quite apparent she was concerned for him. "What can I do to help you with this?" She asked her eyes roaming over the circle of runes. The pattern and layout made her think of a formula, which is technically what it was. Each time she was able to equate magic with a scientific term it became just a tiny bit easier to handle and to understand.
 
"Patience. Have patience. Even if I am to die I shall return in a few days." He sits up and stops his work for a moment, grabbing a soul stone. He hated burning these for mana, he truly did but well, he already had enough sins that he had an idea where he was ended so he used it up to heal himself, he appeared slightly better and pointed at some of the runes that he had already created. "This one is to break your soul. This one is to prevent it from leaving the circle. This one is to summon it to my phylactery. Each rune is of dire importance, and writing them in blood increases their natural strength. The shape of a circle is used to ensure that there are no weaknesses."

He looks down and double checks his work, trying to ensure that no mistakes were made. He was a bit rusty on the creation of an impromptu circle because he was used to his summoning circle at home which he had built into the floor. He would have already been done if he had been using this. "We could start now, but it would be immensely dangerous and I would rather not harm you." He slit his hand again and resumed working, as if this was perfectly normal.
 
Elizabeth laughed lightly. "I'm sorry, but 'breaking my soul' doesn't sound like it will be particularly pleasant and you are sitting here worrying about causing me harm?" She grinned at him to show she was only teasing again, though she did wince when he sliced his palm. "You know there is an easier way to do that." She stated, "I can draw blood through a syringe you know."

She was surprised to find that the blood didn't bother her. Have her own removed bothered her but seeing him do it didn't make panic knot in her stomach like when she took her own samples. She really hoped he wasn't going to make her cut her palm like that. Elizabeth gazed at the circle for several long moments. "What happens if your soul escapes the circle?" She inquired.
 
"Yes well, I do have a bit of respect for you." He nods and smiles to her before he resumes working. "But it is easier and faster to do it this way given the amount of it." The symbols seemed to get more and more arcane and not normal as he got closer to the center. "If your soul escapes, well obviously you die and go to the afterlife."

He stepped out of the circle and looked it over. Acceptable, at least for determining the effect. Still, he was not content. He wasn't going to accept less then perfection for this because it was his phylactery that was going to be used in this. He resumed working and looked up at her as he did, more of a mechanical feeling for doing the rest of this now. "And yet you seem to be accepting this quite easily."
 
Well that sounded ominous, she certainly didn't want to end up dead after this experiment. Elizabeth watched silently not wanting to interrupt his concentration. She smiled when he commented on her acceptance of the situation. "You may call it acceptance but I like to think of it more as curiosity. I dedicated my life to exploring new and unknown concepts and this," She stated pointing at the circle, "Is about as unknown as you can get in my world." She pondered his words with a thoughtful expression. "Really, if I can accept that water can be made to steam to provide energy, why not this. To some even that simple concept would seem like magic."

Elizabeth had always been a relatively rational person, she was the perfect type of researcher because of her burning desire to always know more and to uncover the secrets. Before Rem had coming barreling into her life, she had been about to start a series of research on the Ghost Stone to try to understand where the energy came from. Her project had been put on the back burner when Dirigible sent her out into the field to try to find new sources of stone. She had then been side tracked by experimenting with Rem's soul stone. She made a mental note to go back to her research on the Ghost Stone once they dealt with the issue of their, soon to be, mutually shared souls. "Will this process be painful?" She asked eyeing the circle warily.
 
"I suppose that's true. I guess I can see the connection to studying of magic and studying technology. You have to look at the results and the methods of getting there although studying magic is probably much harder because of it's way of affecting the world." He continued to work, as there wasn't much else for him to do. He wished he could speed the process up but he knew that in the end he worked at his pace.

"Although I must question why you are using these stones to power your technology and how you are doing so. At least you only pulled my soul into yours instead of foolishly trying to drain my power like you do with the rest of these souls. And the process is unlikely to be painful, at least if done quickly enough. Whatever bond you have with my will be strengthened though, and mine will as well." He looks up at her, making sure that she understood that. "And it is permanent. For the rest of your life."
 
In normal circumstance a person probably would have paid attention to everything he had said but Elizabeth's mind had rolled to a dead stop at his description of the stones. "What to you mean the rest of these souls?" She asked staring blankly at him, a thin feeling of apprehension creeping up on her. "Those are just rocks with some sort of residual energy contained in them..." She trailed off turning her thoughts inward. Her mind very quickly raced over her findings with the tests she had performed on his phylactery. It had given off ridiculously high energy readings that she had disregarded as botched data. "Rem...what exactly IS a soul really?" She was pretty sure she could answer that question herself, if souls were a form of energy why couldn't they be harnessed for power. Assuming you didn't mind the moral implications no reason at all.

This revelation stunned her and she sat on the floor looking dazed. "That is impossible, there is no magic here and the sheer number of stones. There would be thousands of souls, you must be mistaken." She said almost in a pleading tone her eyes fixed on him.
 
"Magic exists here. I am living proof of that. It's more that the average mortal has few connections to it here. Evidently there is someone or someones who have found a way to collect souls and harness their energy." He pauses for a moment as he thinks on the best technical definition of a soul.

"A soul would best be defined as a collection of positive energy that fills a living body to give it consciousness and determination. Upon death a soul will go to one of the planes respective afterlife or afterlives. Demons and necromancers are both capable of using the power of a soul to generate some effect so yes, the things within these stones are souls."

He stands up and walks over to her. "And I repeat. This. Is. Permanent."
 
Elizabeth still sat in a daze on the floor before the circle, her minding was desperately trying to comprehend what he had said about the Ghost Stone. Looking up at him as he spoke in a firmer tone, pulling her attention away from her own thoughts. "What? Yes, permanent. I gathered that was a possibility." She murmured, her eyes narrowed in deep thought. "But if I am to be stuck with you in my head it is only fair to go both ways right?" She teased, forcing a small smile.

With an effort she pushed aside her mounting concerns about the stones and focused on the task at hand. "What do I need to do first?" She asked, a look of determination on her face and not a trace of fear about what she was about to do to herself.
 
He looked around the room. He couldn't drag this on much farther, while he wanted to get it completely finished and perfect he figured that this would be acceptable. His hands shook slightly as he thought over the procedure, and the results as his eyes alternated between the circle and her. As if to confirm to himself, he nodded and pointed at the circle. "You need to sit in there, in the middle and be patient. Prepare yourself for a little shock, and to cut yourself and drop the blood where I ask. We will only need a few drops but if it is fresh, it will work better. Using a tool to collect will slow it down."

His gaze softened as he looked her over. He wasn't sure why, but he was still very much so connected to this woman. Within a few minutes, they would permanently be connected even closer then any of his actual lovers. While he was bound to do it by his agreement, he was still feeling slightly confused about this. He didn't know what he should have felt, but it was times like this that strengthened a man or broke him. He sat on the ground outside of the circle, preparing a meditative stance.
 
Elizabeth carefully stepped into the circle and sat back on the floor, holding a small knife a little apprehensively. As she listened to his instructions she caught a nagging feeling of confusion from him and looked up. Peering intently at him she realized maybe he was not as comfortable with this arrangement as he appeared. "Rem...are you okay with this?" She inquired gently. "We don't have to do this you know?" Elizabeth didn't want to force him into something he would regret and now that she noticed it she wondered if he was more hesitant then her. He understood the intricacies about the procedure, and the consequences that followed.

Taking a deep breath and trying to steady her nerves, she tried to cut her palm. Paling considerably she shook her head. "I...can't do this part." She handed the knife to him and held out her hand. "Can you?" She asked softly, looking away. She found it odd that the only thing that bothered her so far was a simple cut. Squeezing her eyes shut in anticipation of the sting of the knife she tried to think of something more pleasant.
 
Necromancy involved life, and death. It involved the giving of pain, and on this occasion, the taking away of it. He held her hand gently, using his magic he prepared for what he was about to do. He poked her palm with his skeletal finger, invoking his magical spell to steal her pain and give it to himself. It was a small wound that would heal up fast enough, but not too fast that they couldn't get the required blood.

He took a breath and steadied himself. "Place a drop in front of you, behind you, and to each side of you." He waited for her to follow the instructions before he started to chant, the language arcane and odd even to his own ears. He closed his eyes as he sat outside the ritual circle, his thoughts drifting off as he wanted to be far away from here. The first part of the ritual had began, and part of her soul tore away from the rest of it. While painful, it was tolerable. Then came the process of her soul being removed from the body. This would normally leave feelings of emptiness but given that she had too much soul essence, she would feel perfectly fine. He guided the soul towards his phylactery, locking it inside of the gem with his soul.

After the ritual was finished, he smiled warmly at her and tried to grab her to help her stabilize herself. He knew he had merely added another way to harm himself but at the moment he didn't care. His magics were done, and he had a friend he needed to help. He looked down at her and said lightly. "I ... care about you." He was reluctant to say that, she was a mortal, and merely a human at that, but he realized that not all mortals were bugs meant to be squished.
 
Elizabeth winced when she felt the slice in her palm, though there was no pain it was more of a knee jerk reaction. She shakily did as he commanded, letting the blood drip into the indicated locations. By the time the last drop hit the wound was already sealing up. Beth stared at in awe before the first part of the ritual began. A small cry escaped her throat as it felt like she was torn in two. The pain was immense but it was a startling sensation. She braced her hands on her cross legs and took shallow, quick breaths trying to stay calm. She was so focused on breathing that she didn't notice the second half of the ritual other then a small tug deep inside.

After that piece of her was sealed away she felt the awareness of him slam into her brain even stronger then before. Swaying slightly she felt his hand reach out and grip her arm gently, keeping her upright. His words caught her off guard making her turn slightly red with embarrassment. "We barely know each other..." She murmured weakly. She knew full well he was serious, she could feel it and she could feel his own confusion over the sudden emotion. Elizabeth had never been close to people in general and now she was literally sharing her soul with one. Though to be fair she had stolen his in the first place even if it was accidental.

The sudden image of her stealing a comical looking heart and playing keep away with it made a giggle bubble up in her. The sound changed part way to a soft sob. The emotion flowing off him was a chaotic mess of thoughts and she found it very hard to keep her own sorted from his and to keep control of them. Using a basic mediation technique she closed her eyes and pictured a thick metal wall between her and the source of the flow. While it didn't completely remove them it did lessen them considerably, enough that she could concentrate and regain some composure. "Well...that was...a unique experience." She said with a weary grin.
 
He laughed for a moment before clarifying. "I guess this means we are now soulbound." He thought his teasing was appropriate. He thought of her as a friend, one that he should protect and care for rather than a tool to be used. He was happy as his emotions settled, it was nice to have a friend even if the concept had been foreign to him for many years. Far too long. Of course, now it felt similar to his experiences with Weladrem, but he was fine with it. He let go of her arm as he realized that may have been a misread signal after what he just said.

He nodded at her. "Indeed it was. Now I hope that I never have to do it again. And if you are ever in danger, I shall know now." He looked her over. She seemed to be healthy, she may need a bit of rest but that was perfectly fine to him. He did his best to restrain his emotions as he stood up, with his hand extended to her. "I believe you mentioned a clothing store at one point? If you wouldn't mind I imagine that may be a pleasant change of scenery, unless you need some sleep."

He felt a bit of sadness as he remembered that he would probably long outlive her and that eventually this memory too would just be another tale for him to tale but he squashed it and thought of pleasant experiences with her so far, mostly for her sake since he realized she could feel his emotions as he could hers.
 
As he slowly took hold of his own emotions she managed to get her own in check. Taking his hand and pulling herself up she dusted off her clothing quickly. "I thinking a shopping excursion is just the thing to distract us." She said with a smile, feeling her energy return. She was quiet for a moment. "You look a bit..." She paused thinking for the least insulting term. "Gaunt..." She had already come to accept his frequently changing appearance but it may draw some stares while out shopping. "You had mentioned finding an appropriate form? Is that a possibility now?"

Another thought tickled the back of her mind but she shoved it aside, the mystery of the Ghost Stone's could wait a bit longer until they were both accustomed to this new arrangement. "I don't think drawing attention to ourselves is a very good idea." She stated with an impish grin. Now that the ritual was over there were several things she hadn't considered but was starting to wonder about. Absently she pulled out her notebook and started jotting things down so she wouldn't forget. It was a habit of hers to always keep track of thoughts and ideas however abstract they might be. Sometimes she even wrote down dreams, to see if they had any relevance to her waking life.
 
"Yes well it is more of a matter that my connection to magical energies is limited here. I use those to sustain and create a proper looking human form, when I use said energy, well I have less to sustain a body. I will do my best to prevent further loss." He meditated for a few minutes, listening to her if she had something to say about that, but he fleshed his body out.

He looked to her for a reaction before he headed for the door. He pondered offering her his hand but realized that in this culture, that may be read as something that was not there so he decided to let her lead him around the town. He was still amazed at the sights and things this city had produced, even if the amount of soul energy being burned would surely draw attention.

They walked through the streets, keeping a close distance to each other although he occasionally wandered off a short distance to pick someone's pocket and then return to her side. By the time they had gotten to the boutique, Remwald had a relatively full pocket full of cash.

The store was a high class one, located in the better part of the city. They had a wide selection of suits and dresses on hand, in addition to silk pajamas and other high quality items. Remwald perused the inventory, showing Elizabeth a few suits here and there to get a reaction from her.

He had decided on one, and grabbed a tophat to match it then headed into a dressing room to try it on. While he was in there, Elizabeth was approached by an elderly man, with a scar going down his cheek. He frowned deeply as he looked at her but spoke with a deep voice. "He's using you, he will throw you away like a toy. Go home and ignore his lies, resume your research unimpeded." As the dressing room door opened, the man hurried off outside of the store. Remwald smiled as he looked at her, curious of how she thought he looked.

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((His new appearance))
 
Elizabeth watched with a keen interest as his body changed once again and then took on a much more human appearance. She stared at his new form, a slight quirk to her lips. “I’m pretty sure you have nicer hair then I do.” She teased with a wicked grin. “It is a good look for you though.” She added thoughtfully, heading out into the smoky streets of London.

She walked along mostly in silence and watched him explore the city with an almost childlike wonder. Elizabeth couldn’t begin to fathom what he had seen or rather not seen in his life time, which she understood to be a considerable length of time. She now realized that she had a very narrow view of the world, she had always assumed that her world was the only one but she was absolutely sure that was wrong. Remwald clearly did not come from her world of machinery, steam and technology.

She decided not to question where the large supply of money came from, though she had a pretty good idea. Instead she turned her attention to the beautiful dresses and corsets displayed on one side of the store until Rem pulled her over to give her opinion on a few of his choices. After pointing out the ones she liked, he vanished into a dressing room leaving her to explore the store at her leisure.

While examining a beautiful pattern on a rather expensive corset, a scarred man approached her. His voice was deep, with the hoarse rasp many of the elderly in London developed from working so long in the steam. He grabbed her arm and spoke quickly and intensely, hurrying away the moment Remwald walked out of the dressing room. Something about the man tweaked her memory but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it. Rem approached her with a smile, looking quite pleased with himself and his new outfit.

She returned the smile with a warm one of her own. “You do have good taste.” Elizabeth said with grin. “Now I don’t know if Lichs eat, but I am famished and since you look so lovely I think we should go out for dinner.” She looped her arm through his and as they exited the store stared in the direction the scarred man hurried off in. His words bothered her; they were far too close to a threat for her taste. It sounded as if they were warning her away from Remwald, whoever they were. Unfortunately for them that was no longer an option; they were essentially stuck together if not in the physical sense. Pushing the small seed of dread away she smiled again. “Come on, I know a great place not too far from here.”
 
He walked with her throughout the city, a slight blush on his face. While he didn't know much about the courting rituals of this plane, or their definition of romance, to Remwald this definitely felt and seemed like a date. He did notice the small amount of dread and wondered where it came from but he would push the topic later. For now, he wanted to enjoy himself.

He walked with her to the restaurant, much more well behaved now that his arm was locked with hers. He smiled more often as they walked, although he didn't say anything. He was positively enjoying the moment even if he knew it wouldn't last. There was never an extended peace around him as depressing as that was to say.

He was lead to a restaurant that was fairly good. It was one that had a good reputation surrounding it but not so good that reservations were required. They waited for a little bit before being seated. Remwald looked over the menu, trying to find something cheap because as unfortunate as it was, he lacked all taste in his mouth. It made him miss those few days when he was a human, but they were long gone now.

He ordered a bit of fish and waited while Elizabeth ordered, as they were waiting for their food he smiled and asked. "So about those soulstones, I take it you are going to end up looking into that? You seemed surprised about their nature."
 
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