Michael
*The destruction of the corrupted tree, but its remark that it was safe gave him some glee. Though, seeing it approach the tree, the fact it was damaged from his attack of sinful power, he did not feel empathy. It wasn't that he lacked such empathy, rather, it was due to the corruption of his mind. The pounding of an abyssal presence. Coursing through his veins, born of darkness, madness. He tried to empathize with it, with its concern over the damaged Elder tree.* 

"I apologize." 

*He was truthful in his remorse as much as he lacked any. Due to the encroaching darkness that dug within him mind. He tried to express concerning knowing that he would've regretted his actions. He could do nothing to mend it. His abilities were only of destruction and death, rather than that of healing. He soon spoke, knowing he cannot amend or find a fix for such damage.* 

"I cannot fix it... I am sorry... But you seek the witch... Or a witch. Maybe she can fix things."

*He knew it was shoveling the responsibility to her, but he wanted to find a way to repay for his actions. As much as the damage he dealt was irreversible with his abilities, he had to find someone. Though, that short figure... He vowed utter vengeance. He was a begrudging demon. Coursing with lament. Maybe "The Witch" That the tiny blue entity would seek could provide aid. He knew that encountering someone like that, assuming that the person guarded the forest... He was willing to take the punishment, the consequences of his actions. He couldn't blame others but himself, in efforts of retaliation from the creature that manipulated it to attack him. 

He knew that he blamed himself for his actions, but the brewing darkness within. Contorting a sickness within him, degradation of his mentality sought vengeance against it. Wanting to make it feel pain. The thought of wanting to cause despair to the puppeteer, and wanting to scream with anguish was overwhelming. His nose began to drip with dark blood.*

*That mixed with his magic, giving it a dark purple hue, and a viscous texture. He didn't concern with it just yet, and prioritized finding "The Witch" In order to finally relieve the burden of his transformation. He muttered to himself.* 

"It's growing more difficult... But at least this would be less consequential the next time I utilize this... I need to find that Witch..." 

*It wasn't to harm the Witch, rather to complete the task at hand, even be-able to rest from the strain his body is enduring from this form.*
Orlando
*At first the spirit seems upset by Valac's lack of ability to reverse the damage he had done. As it folds its arms and glaring, it lets out a frustrated huff. As if a single apology won't cut it. It looks over towards the elder tree, feeling its pain and listening to its sorrows. Whether or not Valac meant to defend the wisp, in it's eyes, he has done wrong. So now he must rightfully fix this wrong by any means necessary. But as it holds up a scolding finger, almost as if the stars align, it sees a man caught in his own thoughts. So it refrains from yelling... Yet.*

*Taking a few steps closer so that it can properly get a good look at Valac's face. A faint melodic hum is produced from its chest as it thinks. If he can do right, whether intentional or not by the spirit, then perhaps the spirit can do right be him. Though that is not to say he is entirely off the hook. The little thing does still give a little finger wag but it is not as intense as it originally would have been. Which is why it then gestures towards it's chest as it begins speaking.*

"No sad. Worry go bye-bye. Witch fix arht (heart)." *It says with a gleeful tune, now standing at the tips of Valac's feet. It is smaller than any house cat and can easily fit in the palm of his hands.*
"Find witch, need gift!" *It then chirps, now holding out the petals from before.*

*Whoever this witch is, could very well be a great stepping stone for Valac's quest for inner stability. But these woods did not receive its damning reputation for no reason. The witch could very well be a false road, a path to hell if she is not as giving as the spirit seems to be inclined on making her out to be. As it dances besides Valac, the question remains. Just what is this witch capable of and why is she here? The fae have already been made aware and perhaps an enemy has already been made. Who is to say the witch is not in charge of that puppeteer.*

"Watch haze. Big scare!" *The spirit continues.* "Find witch! Fix arht (heart). Fix three (tree)!"
Michael
*The glare he received gave him no disheartenment. He prevented from a sadistic smile forming on his lips, trying to maintain rational thought. Though, after a moment of silence, the wisp spoke its mind that the witch would fix things. He knew he felt merely no emotions in this state. It was more negative in thought, and his cognitive function influenced by darkness in order to be more sadistic but would damage his mind as a return for such great power. He decided to behave rationally, and with empathy, as much as his heart lacked empathy. Even his face cold with a stone monotone look. He spoke his mind as what he believed to be the best answer to the wisp. That he was thankful. He knew that in his original form he would be extremely thankful, and even be distraught at the fact he damaged something that was deemed precious.* 

"I appreciate it... Let us find the witch." 

*That was his upmost priority before the darkness within consumed him, revealing what he truly was. Not as an individual, but the true darkness that lied within. The now awakened dormant power, now surging as a wave of evil, an ocean of black would slowly consume him with every passing second. He didn't kick of the spirit off of his feet. The comforting sensations he felt... It was slightly abnormal. He never thought he'd feel some positive emotion within this form, it was always emotionless, fueled with sadistic tendencies and devoid of any emotion. The true lack of any empathy or remorse for anything that would occur. 

He soon kneeled down before the spirit, before offering his hand in order to receive the petals. His hearts felt sensations for warmth after receiving the petals from the small wisp. He began to slowly tear up... How was he feeling this? He knew that in his form he couldn't even express any positive emotion, even some negative emotions. Depraved of his "Humanity" Even if he was a demon. He disregarded it for the moment, knowing that lingering upon it would waste time.*

*The consequences that came along with this form will prove to cause more damage. He seemed a little desperate to quickly find a place rather than being left alone, knowing that the small being, that of the puppeteer could take an advantage. Along with the slow degradation of his mind came along further power. He didn't know where the witch was, maybe his presence can imitate a sort of beacon. He soon continued with a look of anguish beginning to formulate in his face.* 

"Let us go quickly... Otherwise... I may not be-able to handle myself anymore... If you know the way, please lead, and if not... I will try to imitate a beacon. This dark power of mine releases a terrible radiance... Maybe it can draw her." 

*His voice was of logic, being quiet and calm. He needed to find someone that can "Take care" Of him during his time of unconsciousness, and repay all the debts he's owed.*
Orlando
"Find witch! Find witch! Find witch!" *The little wisp cheers as it hops around before coming to a sudden halt.*

*It can see the tears and initially, it seems to want to point them out. Perhaps even to help try and wipe them away if it were big enough. But alas it seems they are short on time and with a nod of understanding. The wisp quickly points ahead. Perhaps it is the child-ish tendencies of the creature but it seems to fail in understanding the severity of the situation that Valac is in. It is true, the wisps here believe the witch can heal anything. She acts like an elder sister, bordering mother figure. Given the protection she provides, in their eyes there is nothing she cannot do. That being said, the wisp will need to bring its own gift now. For turning up empty handed is completely forbidden and since Valac has the petals. It will need to get more.*

"Sweet Toof." *It says, gesturing at itself.* "Sweet Toof!"

*An introduction? What an interesting name. Perhaps it was bestowed by the witch or it managed to learn enough to name itself. Either way, Sweet Tooth is at least leading. Though it is moving rather quickly and nearly disappears from sight when it moves underneath the brush of the vast dense foliage of the woods.*

"Quick quick!" *It repeats as it unfurls its wings to take flight.* "Find witch. Know witch is." 

*Then the air picks up, the howling winds sounding like the gutteral growl of a furocious beast. Even Sweet Tooth comes to a stop, looking back and forth before groaning in annoyance. The wisp may not be entirely aware of how much of a threat Valac is, but the forest definitely is uneasy by his presence. Still, they must continue on. It is only a matter of time before the haze makes it appearance and the shadow fae return. They need not act on physical power. They will break and dessolve the mind. What Valac witnessed prior was likely minor. But greater fae lurk deep within and it will not just be the witch that he has caught the attention of should he lose control.*

"Flower garden close. Know shaw-cut (shortcut)!"
Michael
"Sweet Tooth..." 

*He muttered once before nodding as he quickly began to follow the wisp. His movement kept to the small wisps pace of flight. He needed to retreat, but his body desired carnage. Wanting to fight. He kept resisting the urge to wanting to destroy and eradicate everything within the forest, even that of the fae. His mentality was slowly growing unstable. His desire to kill would only begin to well up within his heart. He didn't want to hurt anymore. 

He continued to follow the wisp, its blue hues as if a beacon for him to chase. He felt a grin slowly beginning to form on his lips. Not that of content, not that of euphoria, but of the imaginative thought of carnage. His eyes expressed concern, yet his smile was contrasting. His face was youthful, that of a boys, cracks beginning to form on his cheeks. His darkness beginning to grow onto him. The influence of the voice would begin to speak:"Close... Closer, almost there". The voice was similar to his own, yet fueled with mystery and malice. Its resonance continued in his ear, no one else hearing such a "Hallucination". It wasn't any sort of hallucination, rather the darkness that spoke. "Give up, let me have it... Let your body be mine. You won't need to worry anymore, you don't need to suffer. Let I be your savior. Let I be your home". He had never heard it create such sentences before. That voice, that awakened power corrupting him, trying to influence him. 

He could not give into it. He will not. He didn't express his internal turmoil, as he prioritized what was important. To follow the wisp to the garden. A sanctuary is what he assumed, to the witch... So that maybe he would no only be safe, but also have the opportunity to amend the damage he causes to the elder tree. It was important that he would release himself from this form, otherwise the forest would be in far more danger. The damage would be incomparable in comparison to what he did to the elder tree. He remained vigilant.*
Orlando
*As the wisp flies, the whispers begin to stir again. Perhaps voices belonging to the lost souls or ancient beings that have long resided here, they barrage and berate the stranger. Telling him to get out, that he is not welcoming here. Sweet Tooth may be unaware of them but they soon grow loud, screaming even. White mist inches closer and closer, the forest's guardian. If he is to make it to the witch then he must take care not to be caught by it. Even Sweet Tooth seems to become aware of at least even this.*

"No! No! Back, bring witch!" *Sweet Tooth yells at it, fanning some of it away before continuing in rushing forward.*

*The witch is not far, in fact the whole reason Sweet Tooth is out here was to accompany her in grabbing a few herbs. Valac will not be led to the center grove nor be allowed any deeper, the forest would not allow it and the wisp holds no power. Besides, only those the forest deems worthy get this luxury and perhaps by sheer luck or coincidence. The witch, on the rare occasion that she isn't, is not inside of her den. She lingers by the nearby streams and what may feel like hours of travel thanks to the forest maze. Is actually only minutes. It is the smell of rosemary that he will first notice. The first sign of the witch, the sign of safety.*

*There the woman stands with a small glass vial in her hand. Allowing the water to fill in as she kneels by its edge. Long, rose-pink hair drapes down to the ground past her shoulders. A pointed traditional hat, often depicted in children's fairytales. Yet as the two draw near. She lacks the normal green skin and menacing stare. Rather, she is a soft and delicate looking woman. With light freckles that paint her face, pale skin contrasting her brown-golden eyes. Around her feet are the blue flowers that have the same petals that Sweet Tooth had been holding onto. She glows with the fireflies and while she may be surprised by Sweet Tooth's sudden return. She does not seem cruel or even upset.*

"I was growing worried-" *Her voice sings like a lullaby though one promptly cut short.*
"Need help! Need help!" *Sweet Tooth shouts before pointing behind it, trying to gesture towards Valac as he catches up.*

*The witch is confused but utters no words. She only stands quiet as Valac approaches. Her hand set across her satchel which is adorned with small patches that likely were embroidered by her. Coming to a stand, she does not stand too tall. In fact, she leans towards the shorter end as far as height is concerned. Her bangs readjusted to frame her face, the woman is hesitant to the stranger approaching but does not outright condemn him either. The aura around her is strong, like a natural magnet for magic. It radiates off of her, dancing even off of her soft velvet blouse she wears, all the way down to her earthen colored boots.*
Michael
*As he continued into the forest maze, disregarding the voices of rejection because his own entity proved a force so wicked and tainted that it even repulsed the forest itself, he soon stopped to a walk. His gaze would only analyze her face, and her features, before he slowly collapsed. He spoke only a few words, aloud enough for her to even hear his weakened state.* 

"Gorgeous..."

*He smiled in content for the first time in the form, as he collapsed to his knees. His compliment referring to the woman, before the darkness on his body would slowly disperse. He seemed to be quite euphoric of the entire encounter. 

He soon fell to the ground with hints of rosemary flooding his senses, yet a comforting sensation. He finally released himself of the form... The darkness revealing his original clothing, now beaten and tattered with many holes... Looking as if corrosion was taking an effect on his attire from the released form. As the darkness left his body, returning as small particles, homing into his body. It dissolved within his skin, finally consumed by the wielder. He slowly began to lose consciousness, beginning to feel his emotions returning to him. 

He began to tear once more, quite jovial at the fact he finally reached a place he'd call safe. He looked up at her face with his dull eyes, expressing exhaustion, with a gleeful smile before a tone filled with strain, and of melancholy would finally resonate from his lips.* 

"I'm sorry..." 

*It was the only thing he said, before losing his consciousness. His form had strained his mind and body, feeling the ripples along every fiber of his muscle. Soreness that one cannot describe. As if one had worked out, completely dehydrated, without ceasing for 24 hours. He didn't look as if completely depleted, or malnourished, but the strain he felt over his body, the weight he felt, the burden. Feeling as if a boulder was crushing his every ligament, he couldn't move. He gave up trying to even do anything at the moment.*

*Now at the mercy of the witch. There was nothing he could do, his body remained limp, and his mind completely shut down. Wanting to regenerate and recover from the power he had exerted.*
Orlando
"Need help!" *The wisp continues to beckon at the witch, flailing its arms.*

*She can see that much, Valac does not look good and when a small whisper of a compliment is ushered. She is a little taken aback, perhaps even flustered. But she does well to control any blush from illuminating in the moonlight. This stranger... He isn't deep in the woods but the fact that anyone is here is equally concerning as it is curious. Part of her wants to approach, but another part of her has her rightful concerns. She can sense a great darkness radiating off of him, a complete contrast to the still warmth that is naturally produced from her. He is her polar opposite, a darkness that seeks to feast upon the light. Two elements that are never to meet for they would always eternally clash.*

*This was supposed to be a short trip out, especially after the visit with Noctis. If she is to travel soon then all loose ends must be tied before she departs. So she was not supposed to have any interruptions. But she didn't expect Sweet Tooth to run off and bring anyone back. Though she is not exactly bothered, in fact, she is more than willing to help. But she is so caught by surprise that she doesn't know what to do. Then she sees the light in his eyes flicker.*

*As Valac begins to drift unconscious, he can see the witch look at him with pitiful eyes. With one hand clasped over the other, she leans forwards and her lips part to speak. But the deafening call of the void calls to him and her soft words cannot be heard. Even the loud wisp is falls silent on his ears and as he starts to fall to the side. The woman's eyes widen and she quickly rushes forwards as everything goes dark for him. A cold and endless void yet ever acquainted with that lingering smell of rosemary. The last thing Valac will sense is a warm touch upon the cheek.*

***A day later, during the early evening...***

*Sweet rosemary, a singing kettle and the earthen smells of the room fill the area. It is like the season of spring is trapped within a container. A fragment of a memory, a moment of pure tranquility and peace. Valac does not need to open his eyes in order to get the rejuvenating sense of what is around him. As the fireplace crackles, the witch lingers nearby. Preparing herbs and glancing over her notes.*

*The witch did not know what to do with Valac when he had collapsed. The moment he had, she sprung into action to check him over. Of course there were no real physical wounds to cause alarm. But what did was his untamable darkness that she noticed the second he got close to her. There was no second thought to her actions, she simply sprung. Even Sweet Tooth panicked but knew better than to interrupt and get close. As the witch had imbued the man with magic. A very quick and temporary fix for stability. Calling forth the ancients to keep the demonic power suppressed. This wasn't her first rodeo with demons and it will not be her last.*

*So she has kept watch, never sleeping and preparing potions and salves for the morning. Of course with lavender tea to keep the anxiety at bay. Perhaps for Valac but perhaps for herself. Letting out a small sigh as she flips the page to her grimoire. She grabs a bit of mushroom caps, tossing them into a small pot beside her before slowly churning her ladle. All the while Sweet Tooth lays next to the unconcious Valac who is properly covered with a soft green blanket on the couch. Seldom does the witch bring anyone to her abode. But this was a required exception.* 

*Then she hums... Singing a quaint tune as she begins to tie up her hair. Revealing long, ruby drop earrings that contrast her soft white dress that she wears. It hangs just off the shoulder with small rose patterns at the hem. Simple and at first glance she can easily be mistaken as a beautiful elf. This whole place, even the witch, looks like a painting straight out of a fantastic fairy tale.*
Michael
*An entire day, the early evening, his consciousness began to slowly return. Soon, his eyes began to slowly open, a dullness, some glistening life that would appear in his eyes. The radiating darkness, the eroding evil would've ceased a long time ago, once his previous form had dispersed returning to his regularity. He began to inspect the room he was in, slowly beginning to rise from where he laid. A green blanket slowly shifting off of him, folding to his rise. Realizing he was on a coach. He was groggy, pulling the blanket off of him completely, before standing up and beginning to fold it. 

He folded it nicely before placing it on the couch. He was delirious, his mind still somewhat rejuvenating from the state he was in. He had a bit of a delirious, his walk, his steps were heavy. He began to spectate the environment around him, his vision a bit blurry before slowly clarifying. His mind still mended from the tormenting damage he was afflicted by. His approach was slow, collapsing on one knee, having one up, before bowing to her. His grin a bit delirious. He gripped his tanned, weathered yet old shirt, still having holes in apparently erosion from the darkness that encroached his body. Revealing some parts of his physicality. He bowed before her, finally speaking words, a stutter, a long with slurring. As if he was drunk, but he wasn't intoxicated from drinking anything, nor inebriated from any substance.* 

"I-I... A-am... S-sorrrryyy..." 

*He tried to express, as he felt the regret of the damage he had inflicted onto the elder tree, along with the burden of her having to... Take care of him. He seemed to be agonized, though mixed with some bliss and distraught. A mixture of emotions that made him feel utterly conflicted. Glad that he hadn't given into his ability, and was taken care of by the witch, yet the damage he had inflicted along with the burden she had to take care of him due to his unconscious state. He continued to speak, kneeling before her.*

*He even slowly began to get on all fours to grovel. With his mind fully recovered in the matter of moments, he couldn't believe what he was doing, yet he couldn't help but feel that his actions required consequences. Even his existence here was lamented. Despised. He felt unworthy of any forgiveness, as he was a demon. A being of darkness, a monster. An apparition of a bottomless abyss. His words were filled with true remorse, before finally continuing, and referring to her... As something he wouldn't describe anyone.* 

"I-I am sorry for having to burden such a goddess. I am sorry for causing damage to the tree as I am responsible for it. I am sorry for encroaching onto your sanctuary."
Orlando
*The moment the witch can hear any movement from behind her. She does a double take over her shoulder, first seeing the empty couch and then at Valac who hobbles towards her. With a snap of the fingers, the flame underneath the brewing pot fades and she turns to face the stranger. Sweet Tooth is still asleep, unaware that Valac had woken. Which the witch notices, looking past Valac and giving a solemn look. Poor thing, it is definitely exhausted from last night.*

*Now properly facing Valac, he can see the witch in her full attire. A drop amulet made of white gold draped across her neck. Her off the shoulder dress accents the softness of her shoulders which seem to be touched with a small amount of fragrented lotion, infused with a shimmer. Her makeup is light and while the natural light compliments her beauty, the small touch up is just enough to bring her to her full glory. Not only is she pleasing to look at, like a fairy in these darkened and deep woods. But the witch's beauty is more breath taking than the gardens that Valac can see just outside of the hut window.*

"What are you sorry for?" *She quietly asks, her hands clasped in front of her.*

*Then he grovels before her and the witch is rendered speechless. Only to be taken by the compliment and red flushes across her cheeks. This causes her to stutter her words, fumbling over one another as they make attempts to form sentences. But nothing, the witch cannot speak and she quickly kneels down to help the man pull up. His dramatic antics ends up waking Sweet Tooth who rushes off of the couch to check on his new friend.*

"The-there is no need for this!" *The witch squeals as she grits her teeth. She did not mean to make the man upset in this way. Never has she truly held anything over anyone's head. Sure, it isn't preferred she brings strangers here. But desperate times call for desperate measures. It had to be done, this man needed help.*

"There is no need to apologize for getting help. Please! Take a seat and allow me to serve you tea." *She gasps.*
Michael
*Valac was truly remorseful of his actions, his character altered, and returning to normality. His vast change from being emotionless yet cruel, was to that of a man who had morality. His demonic radiance lingered a little. With her helping the man up to his feet, now standing from his initial position that of groveling, he looked guilty. But hearing she didn't need an apology, he still wanted to make amends somehow. The damage he had caused, and his entity what may be a burden due to his dark nature, he let out a sigh. Not of relief, but he felt the twisted sense of guilt in his hearts.

To drink tea with this woman, he speculated he may converse, maybe hear what she desired, to do something for her in order to make amends. If he could not do this, he believed that he couldn't do the same for Noctis. Knowing that if he could not help her, or do something to repay for the consequences of his actions, he couldn't help his own comrade achieve his desires.

His stroll was slow, yet light, almost silent, sitting across from her. He pulled the seat out, the sound of its legs grazing against the wooden floor, a creak with his hunker onto the seat. He kept his hands below the table, he was quite mesmerized at her face. His eyes had a sparkle to them, in comparison to his precious form, which she witnessed were dull. Lacking any emotion, or any life. It might be perplexing, that such a man would look so youthful. Like a child, and to be out in the woods. She can speculate that wasn't human at all. He began to speak his mind, soon placing his hands on the table. Scooting himself forward, his elbows hanging off the edge, clasped together. His ponder would only remaining for a few moments.* 

"T-thank you... But... I want to help then... Somehow... I want to at least do something. I don't want to just walk away without consequences." 

*This demon had was one who took responsibility. He couldn't think of himself just walking away scot free.*

*Regardless if this demon was the one who needed aid in his own issues, he prioritized others besides himself. Before, back then, when he had no one else, he only pursued his desired, never thinking of others. The damage he would cause, disregarded and even took pleasure in it. Now it was different, his journey up until now had altered his way of thinking.* 

"If there's anything I can do, I am willing to do it." 

*He was eager to do something about his actions. The tree couldn't be fixed by his hands, he didn't even know if she had rejuvenated it. Yet he didn't want to be someone who run away from his mistakes.*
Orlando
*With a deep breath of relief, the witch is able to still her thoughts. At first she thinks he is apologizing for her assisting him. But then she remembers the visions of the tree that Sweet Tooth had given her and it all starts to make sense. Nothing she cannot fix but for now, she needs to make sure this stranger is okay. Mentally counting to three, she readies herself for a conversation that she would rather not have. Talking has never been her strength and given how retreating her posture is. The witch is at a loss on what to say. So when he mentions consequence to her, she simply shakes her head and takes a step forward.*

*As she walks past the window where potted plants sit on the shelf of it. They blossom and flourish at her presence. Even when she takes her seat across Valac, they still are at their prime. Healthy and facing the golden sun that serves to illuminate the room. With one leg over the other, the witch grabs herself a cup of tea. She is going to need it. This man is high energy and there is a perplexing puzzle that surrounds him, locks around the code that makes up his magic that she isn't sure she can decipher. But that is to be worried about later.*

"You should just drink the tea for now, it calms the nerves." *She sweetly whispers.*

*It's clear Valac needs to calm down. From there, they can talk about how to right wrongs or even why he even came here in the first place. Taking the initiative, the witch begins to pour a cup for Valac before passing it over towards him. Her fingers are delicate, nails painted a soft nude with an interesting rune on top of her right index finger. Its subtle, but noticable if Valac is paying attention enough. Now to hope he doesn't scream goddess or anything of the sort. She won't know what to do or say again if he does.*

"Lets just start with a name... Sweet Tooth told me it found you in the woods saving it from dark fae. But it never caught your name. So how about that." *The witch murmurs nervously while pointing the wisp that stands on the cedar flooring, looking up at Valac with bright eyes.*
"Morn', morn'!" *Sweet Tooth chirps now that it is awake.*
Michael
*Valac would grab the cup, a tender clasp on its handle, as he brought it close to him. The aromas emitted from the freshly brewed tea would hit his senses. He was pacifying, he began to blow against the surface causing ripples within the steaming hot solution. Blowing it a few times to cool it off, but formalities were best. His lips parting to speak his name, a name he was given by `The Voice`. One that had born to be. His gaze still affixed to her lavish beauty. He had only a few words to define her, someone who was like a Goddess to him, yet a mere human.* 

"I am Valac Carnifex... You are?" 

*His voice, yet deep contrasting his youthful look. That of a man's, his tone was soft with his vocalization. He still felt guilty weighing on his hearts. His eyes averting toward the wisp. He muttered to the wisp, with a polite nod toward it, before looking back at her.* 

"Good morning." 

*A smile would slowly form on his face, starting to sip the tea. The heat of it touching his lips. She could see a dark pigment began to grow on his lips with his first sip. It wasn't that he burned, or it boiled, it gave off a presence of evil. Though his demeanor, and behavior showed of no malice. His power, along with his character was of chaos. A conflict between good and evil. The dark pigments receded with the removal of the cup from his lips. Placing the cup on the table with softness. He gave a compliment, after his first sip. It was soothing, the environment around him is what defined "Home". A place comfortable.* 

"Very pleasant..." 

*For the first time, `The Voice` spoke within his ear, a wicked whisper, but said something unnatural, contrasting. Something he had never heard it before, from all his times hearing it, it had only been the desire to control, wanting him to rampage. It said:"Protect". Maybe what was within recognized something, or had familiarity with the environment, or maybe the woman before him. He felt some nostalgia beginning to rise in his heart.*

*He couldn't comprehend why it said that, or if she can hear it. Yet he was perplexed as he had never been here before, nor even knew this woman. Not even his true self within knew of it.*
Orlando
"Esme." *The witch responds with a smile.*

*She figures that she must tread carefully in this conversation. Esme is naturally welcoming and she truly holds no grudge over the other. If she acts anxious or awkward with him, he could easily take it as a sign of disdain. So with a small blow over to whiff away the steam produced by the tea. She takes her first sip, swallowing down any worries she may have and instead sees this as a patient scenario. Sure, Valac isn't exactly sick. At least not at first glance. But if she cannot treat this somewhat as a work case, then it will fall apart.*

"It is a pleasure to meet you. If you do not prefer tea or wish it to be sweeter. Do let me know."

*Now setting down the cup, Esme comes to a stand to check over her brewing station. This allows Sweet Tooth to keep the man busy, at least for a little bit. As she walks by, she gives yet another friendly smile before slowly churning her ladle to keep the brew at a steady consistency. Her enchanted broom even makes an appearance. Making its way from her room just in the corner and now sweeping the livin room. This place is as fantastical as one gets and even Sweet Tooth is seen climbing up to the window. Moving its hands as a conductor, causing the flowers in their pots to sway in a dance.*

"May I ask why you entered the woods, Valac?" *She asks softly, again, trying to keep from sounding upset or stern.*
"They are dangerous, very few frequent them."
Michael
*Hearing her question, in regards to his arrival here. Being a disturbance, he had an answer to it, but he didn't know if she'd find it unwanted or unwarranted.* 

"I came here because of a quest." 

*It was a simple, yet blunt answer, he didn't mind drinking the tea, nor did he crave more sweetness to it. He took the cup once more taking a sip, before setting it down. Within him, what was a twisting abyss, wanted something more than just this quest. It began to weigh on his heart, his desire to know her more. Even if he knew her name, he wanted to know who she was. Based on their initial encounter, him laying on her couch completely in her care... He can tell to a certain degree that she was a kind person. He felt slightly unworthy of such generosity. He then continued, being honest why he even took such a quest. Rather than keeping things blunt, but wanted to grant reason for even accepting the quest.*

"I took the quest because I wanted to test my strength as well, I know it is of selfish desires that I entered your domain, and again... I am sorry." 

*He was eager to do something for her. The lingering thought of him being a burden to her was heavy. He had the same thought with his comrade Noctis, that he was merely a burden. One who cannot carry the weight along with his comrade, therefore he concluded that he should do something. No matter the cost.* 

"The danger is of no concern... I am not a human, I am no mere mortal to enter the forest without preparation. Even if the state you saw me in previously, I am trying to achieve power. I want to be-able to protect those I care for. Especially my comrade, and use it to repay his kindness to me..." 

*He was about to go onto a tangent about how his life was miserable, only knowing isolation, and the perpetual desire to progress, survive. That the only thing he ever knew was battle, survival, torture, starvation, and despair, but he would cease his speech.*

*Not wanting to give her a long story that he believed to be a waste of time. Since he wanted to do what he can to destroy the corrupted fae, and to free the forest of corruption to complete his quest. Yet, within him, he wanted to ask her many personal questions. She can tell that he was looking a bit anxious, with his gaze averted, and beginning to twiddle with his thumbs. Circular motion to try and distract his own thoughts.*
Orlando
*Esme listens intently to what it is that Valac has to say. She doesn't interrupt him nor does she shift in her expression. She simply stands quite, slow churning the ladle as she adjusts the temperature of the magic flame underneath the caldron. This is not the first time anyone has ventured into these woods with a quest. But only a small handful have made it this far. Her gaze flickers upwards and she realizes that Valac would be the forth person.*

"How did you intend to test your strength?"

*A witch and a warrior in eternal conflict, a story as old as time itself. It makes her uncomfortable and for a second she comes to the assumption that is what Valac had intended. Most do for when they think of a witch they think of an all powerful being who manipulations the natural order of the world for her own being. Esme's expression falls flat to the idea and she soon rolls her eyes while her back is still facing Valac. Not that she thinks poorly of him, just the type of situation as a whole. The many men and women she had saved, screaming damnation to her and her kind is astronomically high. But at the end their ignorance had been proven wrong and lives were saved.*

"And whatever this test may be, you should have consulted your comrade first." *She says with a small sigh. But when she turns around, there is a small potion made in her palms. With a smile, she steps forwards to return to the table.*
"Drink this, it will further ease any woes of the chest. Think of it as a mood surpressent. Do not worry, it only serves to clear the thoughts. I hope you like strawberry flavoring." *Esme then finishes with a jest.*

*As one arm folds across the table, she gently pushes the potion towards him. Continuing to radiate warmth. The witch seems to look at Valac with curiosity now. He need not take the potion should he wish not to. But Esme prefers to give all options. It is clear that he still feels guilty and she is trying her best to reassure him that there is no need to.*

"And I can fix the elder tree. No harm, no foul. Okay?"
Michael
"I was utilizing the form you saw earlier, and I know I should've consulted with my comrade first but I know that he wants me to control the power I have within. So that I do not turn into some sadistic beast of darkness, so I decided to utilize the form in order to obtain more control over it. I want to reduce the weight of the burden, and prevent myself from passing out afterwards." 

*Seeing the potion, being push forth toward him so that it may ease him, he refuted it entirely. He couldn't drink it, and he wanted to do something rather than consume a potion. He knew it would put him more at ease if he did something for her. His eagerness to aid her was far more prominent that guilt, he pushed the potion back, his palm tenderly sliding it across the table before shaking his head.* 

"No... I want to fix my mistake somehow, and I want to aid you. I want to help you, whatever it may be, I will try my best... I don't have magical capabilities that can mend the tree, but I'd like to do something rather than just believe that my actions are forgiven." 

*He looked slightly melancholic, looking at the cup of tea, seeing his shallow reflection in the brew, he continued, his voice pained, fueled with wanting to do something to take responsibility, and amend for his actions. He had no disdain for her, even if she was a witch. He saw her in a bit of superiority to him, feeling inferior, being a wicked being forged and birthed from darkness.*

"You've given me kindness, and even took me in your own abode, caring for me. I cannot disregard that. I am unworthy of it, so I'd like to do something. Something to return it... And..." 

*He finally spoke some truth, his gaze averted looking quite shameful at his honesty. His olive skin soon painted a slight pink hue on his cheeks, scratching the back of his head feeling some awkwardness with honesty.* 

"I want to get to know you more... I don't want... To forget someone like you. Maybe even visit sometime, even if you may hate me."
Orlando
"I see... Well if you are insistent." *Esme hums as she takes back the potion.*

*If this is the wish of Valac then it cannot hurt anything to oblige him. Whether or not someone is worthy of kindness cannot be determined by them. Esme has learned this over the years but getting devoured by guilt is a cruel fate. Which is why as she taps her fingertips against the hard wood table, she attempts to come up with a few ideas. Gathering herbs is a delicate process and as her gaze dances over towards Valac in the midst of his reflections within his glass. Perhaps it is not best suited for him. He is a fighter but if his words rings true, it could be dangerous. The shadow fae have and always will be a problem. They are dangerous not because of their physical abilities and that is what worries her. A weakened willpower will be ones undoing, so that is also out of the question.*

*But then she hears his following words and the blush that comes with them. This causes Esme to nervously chuckle for a moment before giving him a warm smile as not to make him embarrassed. There is no need for it. She has been sweet to him so the witch can understand why he may feel inclined to help. In this world, kindness seldom comes free. So when it does, it is best treasured.*

"Okay, then how about this... You tell me some of your strengths then I will tell you some of mine."

*She gestures for him to speak though Esme isn't sure if she should be letting him stay long. This is a stranger still. Normally help would not dare step on her door as she seldom would allow it. But turning him away now just isn't an option. Perhaps if she can gain more insight she can perhaps trust the situation. Which is why she begins to pull back her hair and tying it up into a loose ponytail. It serves as a means to show she is relaxed and that Valac can be too. In time, she will escort him out of the woods.*

"And why would you think I would hate you? I do not know you to hate or love you." *She continues, still radiating light as she speaks.*

"You should have more faith, you seem to be able to know right from wrong. If you know that then there would be no reason for one to despise you. So trait number one about me. I do not court hate. It does no good for me or the other. Your turn."