Its been a year since the earth started shaking and Faizure broke away from his group. Faizure sits on his throne, the black crown heavy on his head. It was made from carved dragon scales and warded away any curses that may stick to him. "They're going to be late at this point." He says, sitting his chin on his arm that was resting on the thrones rest. His voice echoes across the room. Banners line the wood beams that surround the throne room. "They ARE having to cross different realms to get here, Milord." Soma says. He learned about the realms a few months ago. "By the way, how's the hunt for HIM going?" He asks her, sitting straight when the giant silver doors open. Oh, just a housemaid, he thinks. Soma stands beside his throne, at attention with every word. "We've found traces, but no solid evidence." She says, handing him a small jar with a single green hair in it out of her satchel. Faizure observes it, smiling. "Its still something. I was FAR too nice with him when I learned about the situation he was in. I WILL make him mine this time. Even if I have to have everyone around him killed." He says, burning the jar with his flames until it charrs black around the sides. "You've mastered your magic." She says, grinning. She's the one who trained them after all.
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Overseer and The Fallen Changing enter the throne room, the heavy door swinging open widely. They have come to welcome the new dragon prince into their ranks. "Welcome!" Faizure says, standing. His brown hair flows as he bows to them. They take a seat in the red luxury chairs Faizure had prepared for them. Once seated, they began their conference. "So, what's it like being one of us now? All this power?" The Fallen Changing asks, taking in the room. It was very well decorated. "Good, good. Anyway, I have business to talk with you two. One, why's the ground practically bursting open with every second? Two, I have a request." He says, sitting back down on his throne. "All in good time. But I must say. You have changed since you accepted the role of one of us." Overseer says, adjusting his tie. He's gotta get used to not being in 2095. He needs to wear something of this time next time he comes so he doesn't raise eyebrows. "Just tell him. We got bored, is all. This world won't die, but it will face chaos. We plan to completely rewrite it. And anyway, you don't have to worry. You can pick people you want to save. So tell me. What is your request?" The Fallen Changing asks, leaning back. "This is amazing. I want only my future wife to be saved. Bring me Hollow." Faizure says, leaning as well. His leather vest tightens around him as he moves. He hates these fancy suits. "As you wish." The Fallen Changing says, standing. He was practically a god now, Faizure thinks.