A/N: Ok so things are going to be getting pretty interesting from here on out. . .I thought up a really messed up twist that I hope you all will enjoy, but if I get to the end and you aren't happy with it I will write an alternate ending if I get enough votes for it. So here we go. . .
Drok'ti watched Strife for as long as he could until her silhouette disappeared into the sun. His face slowly contorted into a frown behind the concealment of his mask. He wasn't seeing heat patterns anymore. He was seeing light refractions and in color. He knew right away this was the demon girls doing. It discomforted him to ponder what else she had changed besides this and his cold tolerance. It perturbed him that he hadn't noticed this change in him until now.
If he hadn't been so involved in his concerns with his vision problems he might have noticed what was watching him from the trees. He heard movement, but before he could fully turn around to face his attacker something stung his neck and he fell unconscious.
It could have been weeks, months or mere hours that he was out. When he came around he was disoriented and the stone floor was cold on his abdomen, but it didn't hurt him as it would have in the past.
"I see our prodigal daughter has made you nearly impervious to anything we could do to you."
At the sound of a voice Drok'ti turned his head and growled. He did not feel he had the strength to move yet so he laid there growling and pathetic. His throat was dry, but he managed to speak.
"Who are you?"
"You may have heard of me, my name is Dash."
Drok'ti did recognize the name and this time his growl had a little more force.
"I was expecting her to imbue you with a few minor protection charms, but this. . ."
He held up a stack of papers and started paging through them one at a time. Drok'ti could see through the paper slightly, but not enough to discern the figures that Dash was looking at.
"This is amazing. I wasn't aware our girl had reached this level of power. Almost rewriting a creatures full genetic code. . ."
He tossed the papers on the desk to his right and looked at a man with long dark hair and a goatee.
"Our girl seems to be realizing her potential, eh Hanz?"
"What do you mean. . .by. . .'your girl'?"
Dash turned back to Drok'ti and grinned.
"The fair maiden Xen is my creation. One of my greatest and most disappointing. . She altered her genetic code and gave herself freewill. I hadn't planned for it, and alas, she turned against me. Oh, but you're confused. You know her as 'Lynx'.
Drok'ti growled again and managed to sit up. He almost managed to stand, but dropped to one knee and resigned himself to that position. He wanted to tear everyone apart starting with this bastard that was responsible for everything he hated, and ending with that demon girl as she was a construct of his new enemy.
"She wasn't quite clever enough though. She is still following my programming. . .she just doesn't realize it."
Drok'ti glared at Dash.
"You seem like you don't believe me. Well. . .she delivered you to me."
Drok'ti jumped up and ran at the bars of his enclosure only to collide with them full force and to be nearly knocked down again. He grabbed the bars hard and roared in Dash's face. He didn't seem too threatened by this, but amused.
"I'm going to kill you!"
"You aren't in any position to make such a promise."
Dash turned away from the bars and began to leave the room.
"Let's go Hanz. Strife should be nearing the ambush now. We should be punctual. I don't want to be late meeting my future mistress."
The lights went out and Drok'ti was left, growling pitifully, in the darkness was both new and ominous to him.
