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"Aagh!"
Dilandau let out an aggravated cry as he stormed into the Schezar residence. He couldn't believe that Van had escaped. He couldn't believe that he let the object of his revenge slip right through his fingers.
It was all Velannaf's fault. Why had Dilandau listened to him? Van would be pushing up daisies right now if it weren't for that meddlesome cloaked twat.
Velannaf had promised Dilandau that he would get another shot at the king of Fanelia but right now that wasn't much of a comfort. The white haired demon desperately needed to work out his frustration.
At that moment he regretted the fact that he had done away with the master of the house so quickly. He couldn't very well kill Allen again but maybe, he thought, maybe he would get some satisfaction from dismembering the blonde's corpse.
Dilandau chuckled psychotically to himself as he stalked towards Celena's room, picturing what he could do Allen's lifeless body.
He stopped in the doorway and his fiery eyes registered intense pleasure upon surveying the room. The knight's body was nowhere to be seen. Either somebody had moved the corpse, which was highly unlikely, or Allen was still alive.
Dilandau believed that the latter. It was time for him and Allen to play a little game of hide and seek.
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Allen watched intently as Dilandau entered his sister's room, no doubt in search of him. The knight shuddered as he thought what the silver haired boy would have done to his body had it been there.
Naturally, it was not because Allen was not quite dead yet. The wounds inflicted upon him should have been fatal, but Allen had somehow managed to pull through.
Dilandau had made a grave mistake by not finishing what he had started.
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"Ready or not, Allen, here I come."
The dragon slayer stepped into Celena's room to begin his search but stopped abruptly when he felt his boot stick to the floor.
"Aagh, what the f-?"
The albino looked down at the red, sticky substance he had just stepped in. Blood; a trail of blood led from the room into the hallway.
Dilandau scowled. His prey was going to lead him right to him.
'Way to ruin all my fun Allen.'
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The blond knight moved carefully out of his hiding place behind Celena's bed as Dilandau left the room.
'Excellent.'
The silver haired demon had taken the bait.
Allen grasped his kattana and a large coil of rope tightly and slipped silently into the hall. Dilandau was making his way into the kitchen.
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'Leave it to Allen to take all the joy out of killing him again,' thought the boy as he entered the kitchen.
He followed the red path around a large table, an island and back out through the door into the living room.
In this space, the trail ran a fine line around the coffee table and over a couch and then proceeded to head back into the hallway.
Dilandau was getting irritated with the wild goose chase he was being sent on. He wondered what the hell Allen had been doing with himself to make such a trail of blood. It never once occurred to the silver haired boy that he was walking right into a trap.
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Velannaf stood over the semi-conscious albino who had his arms and legs bound tightly with a thick rope. He grinned viciously down at the boy who stared up at him with puzzled red orbs.
"You did a fine job taking care of Schezar, Albatou." He said tauntingly. "He seemed very pleased with himself as he left here in our new guymelef."
Dilandau was at a loss for words. He didn't quite know what had just happened. The last thing he saw when he had entered the hallway was the hilt of a sword speeding towards his temple. There was a sharp light and then darkness.
"He didn't kill me." Dilandau voiced his thoughts out loud.
"No, he did not. And he won't. I believe you are immune to the knight as long as he still believes his sister can be returned to him."
"Now." Velannaf pulled a shiny dagger from under his cloak and brought it towards Dilandau. The albino's eyes widened.
"It is time for the final pawn to be added to my little game." He sliced the roped binding the white haired boy. "Come along."
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"Aagh!"
Dilandau let out an aggravated cry as he stormed into the Schezar residence. He couldn't believe that Van had escaped. He couldn't believe that he let the object of his revenge slip right through his fingers.
It was all Velannaf's fault. Why had Dilandau listened to him? Van would be pushing up daisies right now if it weren't for that meddlesome cloaked twat.
Velannaf had promised Dilandau that he would get another shot at the king of Fanelia but right now that wasn't much of a comfort. The white haired demon desperately needed to work out his frustration.
At that moment he regretted the fact that he had done away with the master of the house so quickly. He couldn't very well kill Allen again but maybe, he thought, maybe he would get some satisfaction from dismembering the blonde's corpse.
Dilandau chuckled psychotically to himself as he stalked towards Celena's room, picturing what he could do Allen's lifeless body.
He stopped in the doorway and his fiery eyes registered intense pleasure upon surveying the room. The knight's body was nowhere to be seen. Either somebody had moved the corpse, which was highly unlikely, or Allen was still alive.
Dilandau believed that the latter. It was time for him and Allen to play a little game of hide and seek.
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Allen watched intently as Dilandau entered his sister's room, no doubt in search of him. The knight shuddered as he thought what the silver haired boy would have done to his body had it been there.
Naturally, it was not because Allen was not quite dead yet. The wounds inflicted upon him should have been fatal, but Allen had somehow managed to pull through.
Dilandau had made a grave mistake by not finishing what he had started.
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"Ready or not, Allen, here I come."
The dragon slayer stepped into Celena's room to begin his search but stopped abruptly when he felt his boot stick to the floor.
"Aagh, what the f-?"
The albino looked down at the red, sticky substance he had just stepped in. Blood; a trail of blood led from the room into the hallway.
Dilandau scowled. His prey was going to lead him right to him.
'Way to ruin all my fun Allen.'
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The blond knight moved carefully out of his hiding place behind Celena's bed as Dilandau left the room.
'Excellent.'
The silver haired demon had taken the bait.
Allen grasped his kattana and a large coil of rope tightly and slipped silently into the hall. Dilandau was making his way into the kitchen.
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'Leave it to Allen to take all the joy out of killing him again,' thought the boy as he entered the kitchen.
He followed the red path around a large table, an island and back out through the door into the living room.
In this space, the trail ran a fine line around the coffee table and over a couch and then proceeded to head back into the hallway.
Dilandau was getting irritated with the wild goose chase he was being sent on. He wondered what the hell Allen had been doing with himself to make such a trail of blood. It never once occurred to the silver haired boy that he was walking right into a trap.
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Velannaf stood over the semi-conscious albino who had his arms and legs bound tightly with a thick rope. He grinned viciously down at the boy who stared up at him with puzzled red orbs.
"You did a fine job taking care of Schezar, Albatou." He said tauntingly. "He seemed very pleased with himself as he left here in our new guymelef."
Dilandau was at a loss for words. He didn't quite know what had just happened. The last thing he saw when he had entered the hallway was the hilt of a sword speeding towards his temple. There was a sharp light and then darkness.
"He didn't kill me." Dilandau voiced his thoughts out loud.
"No, he did not. And he won't. I believe you are immune to the knight as long as he still believes his sister can be returned to him."
"Now." Velannaf pulled a shiny dagger from under his cloak and brought it towards Dilandau. The albino's eyes widened.
"It is time for the final pawn to be added to my little game." He sliced the roped binding the white haired boy. "Come along."
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