Magical City of Olde

El was pulled, in tow, along with the whims of Tzita. He didn't mind it any, but he was still a bit preoccupied with thoughts about her brother. He didn't ignore Tzita though, especially the fondness that resounded in her voice. It helped get his mind off other matters and focus most of his attention on her. Much like she probably wanted.

He was immediately taken aback by the Gothic architecture, with a bit of Baroque and Victorian architecture tossed here or there. They looked familiar, similar to the architecture of his home world. "It is rather breathtaking, Lady L'sia." El admitted, attempting to resist the urge to break away from his female companion and inspect the buildings up close. He wouldn't find what he was looking for though, a sign that they originated from his world.

"So this is where you hail from, Lady L'sia." He assumed this to be so. The familiarity in her voice, as well as her fondness of the area, hinted towards her spending a lot of time here. He could understand why she would too. Valhalla, as she called where they were previously, had its... charms, but it nothing compared to Nehkir Maledictus. El wasn't even sure if he could say that without it coming out sounding particularly silly.

Once given free reign of himself again, El didn't stray very far from her, for he could inspect the buildings nearby and reconvene with her quickly when she was ready to move. She seemed at peace here though, much more relaxed than she had when they were touring Valhalla. He supposed that was because she actually could relax here, rather than in Valhalla where she probably needed to watch her back with every step she took. He could admit she was attractive and it worked for her to be flashy, but that could attract the wrong kind of attention as well.

He stepped towards one building in particular. There was nothing special about it, not to El's eyes anyway, but he touched a hand to the cold stone of the buildings wall anyway. Using his fingers, he traced along the grooves of the stone and the intricate designs of the architecture with great intrigue. Only after doing this for a few seconds, or so, did he turned his head to look towards Tzita, "So you're one of these Witches then, Lady L'sia?" He inquired this curiously, thinking she might have let that information slip since she was so familiar with this place, said it was inhabited by witches in the days of yore, and had a power he'd never seen from any woman before. She got more and more complex the longer they traveled together, and he wasn't complaining.

The faint image of the same little girl that El saw before he fell into the portal flashed a few times in his line of sight, flickering in and out precariously before abruptly disappearing without a trace.

El smiled at her affirmation, raising his arm just in the knick of time for her chain to wrap around his forearm. With a gentle tug, she would be pulled from her sitting position and into he arms. "Well you are still quite mysterious, Lady L'sia, I'm just glad I was able to deduce something on my own." Charmingly, he continued to smile... at least until the image of the ghost girl from that wispy dimension flashed in his peripheral.

Slowly he began to lean his face towards hers, his arms secured firmly around her shapely hips to hold her bountiful chest against his chiseled one, almost like he was about to give Tzita a kiss. Something he wouldn't mind doing of course. Unfortunately for her, it wasn't his current intention, instead he whispered in her ear. "I don't think we're alone." The ghost girl had only flickered in his line of sight for a split second before vanishing, but it was still worth mentioning with all they'd already been through.

In Tzita's line of sight, where there was once nothing, as if appearing from nowhere the moment she blinked, the form of a creature standing motionlessly in the shadows with its head down in solemn misfortune would slowly raise its head to meet the eye of the L'sia. Once it made contact, it would shriek in what seemed to be pain, terror, agony and malice as the being slowly, but surely, awoke from its motionlessness in the shadows.


Its body reeked of the stinking fragrance of burning bodies, like an unholy remnant of the wandering Witches that were tried at their Trials many moons ago in this very same city. Not only was the sight of this creature enough to paralyze its target, but also the torturous wail itself, which would leave both of them immobilze; Tzita for having made contact with its vision and El for having been within vicinity of its scream (especially with his heightened hearing). It was like hearing the faint, yet reverberating screams from out of nowhere, yet fill the air as though it were right there with them. Tzita would be unable to access her Sealing Eye due to being paralyzed before she could do so. The creature slowly moved toward them. Where their physical forms were restrained, neither their minds nor their souls were; they would be unable to create any Souzenryoku whilst they were both within this creature's presence. It seemed like they'd have been waiting an eternity for it to reach them, giving them more than enough time to watch in horror as they saw it creep closer with nothing that they were able to do to stop it from eventually reaching them and doing god knows what... There was no telling what would happen once the Sinskin got them...

Her sudden flip in speech was certainly unexpected, but not without its own charm. El had already been fascinated with how exotic she seemed, and her colorful use of language only seemed to add to the appeal. Call him crazy, but he'd grown tired of all the proper speech patterns and manners in his home world. It gotten to the point where everyone just seemed to sound the same to him, not that he would give up that world just because of that.

He thought to comment on it, and her decree that he'd been seeing things... he'd thought to at least. Until the paralyzingly deafening scream came and tried to shatter his eardrums; HIS eardrums! He managed to move his hands to cover his ears before it got too bad, but that was all that he could really manage. The powerful sense of hearing he had was clearly working as a double edged sword right now.

He screamed as well, buckling where he stood to only a knee. El didn't have much to go on besides his physical strength which was failing him at the moment.

The Sinskin, having nothing else after screaming in pain and smelling really bad, as well as the wonderful gift of moving really, really slowly, was unable to reach El so she could vampire leech all his energies out of him from behind. Like the dirty bitch she was, just as Tzita knew the trifling whore to be, she was after her affection by stealing her men and eating them with her crispy skin. Her plans were foiled once she was basically strapped down, writing in pain from having to feel everything on her body at all times. The skin would dangle and jiggle and wriggle about like a little paper doll with hooks in the hands and feet and head. It moaned and cried, but its voice was suffocated by the exceedingly tight grip that was being put on the creature's neck. It was, to the utmost literal sense of the word, defenseless. (2:22)

Once the screaming stopped, El dropped his hands from the sides of his head and down to the ground. He felt like if he would have squeezed his head any harder, to stop the screaming from getting through, then he would have popped his head like a grape. Of course, that wouldn't have happened, but that was just how bad the pain was to him.

El had never encountered something that could render him, otherwise, vulnerable by using his gifts against him. Still, as he sat there, catching his breath, he heard Tzita call out to him and it would be in poor taste if he didn't oblige her like he'd been doing. He stood, after sufficiently catching his breath, and slammed his hand down on the hilt of Durandal, flipping the sword out of its holster and up high into the sky. He locked eyes with Tzita, smiling a bit, "Don't take your eyes off me, Lady L'sia." Is what he said just as Durandal came back down within striking distance. He slammed his elbow into the hilt, as hard as he could, sending the sword flying towards the grounded creature like a fresh bullet from a gun. It would rend right through the middle of the creature, divided it into halves, the left and right halves, and Durandal would bounced off a few walls and buildings before turning to the expecting hand of its partner, El.