Zion held onto Lunelra's hand as he looked towards her. She meant the world to him- But he couldn't abandon this. He made an oath, and when he made an oath, he kept it. It was Lunelra who taught him that. If he abandoned his own values, if he sacrificed who he was, what would be left of him? His values were the only thing that he had left, that the world could never take from him, and they would always remain his. He would take her hands, before speaking up. "<b>I can't.....<i>I can't.....</i>I have to keep going forward...no matter what, I must hold true to my purpose...." </b>He said, before looking his mother dead in the eye. She gave him a home, a family, a purpose- The Winter Fae were not known for showing kindness or respect to anyone, yet she had done so for him.<br/><br/>But he had to do this. It was what the Goddess demanded of him, what his King requested of him, and what his curse called him to accomplish- They would suffer and die, for the pain they inflicted on him.<br/><br/>With that, Alfonso would stand, before taking a small white crystal, and dropping it to the ground. A blinding flash would envelope the two, but not before he left her something- a Key. It was a symbol of an open door, a symbol that meant that if Lunelra could find where this key unlocked (his mansions home) she would find answers. His mother always enjoyed a good challenge, and this would be one for the ages, so it was time to get to work. After all....<br/><br/>He had a meeting to get to.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>It didn't take long for Zion to change back into the form of Anthony Mor-Hauser. He cast every possible precautionary spell he could- mind block, magical aura block, protection spells, anti-damage spells, damage amplification spells, physical amplification spells, etc. He needed every possible advantage when facing someone like those present. As much as they were scum, Oscar and Mirielle were powerful warriors in their own right. They all didn't wage a war against his father, a powerful Nigh-Immortal Mage Emperor, without getting their hands bloody.<br/><br/>As Anthony stepped in, he felt Oscar's gaze upon him, before finally staring up at Mirielle. To her, it would be like seeing a ghost- Anthony knelt before her, as Zion did years ago, and spoke in the exact same tone. "<b>How may I be of service, My Queen?"<br/>
</b><br/>The difference in circumstance? Zion had wanted to serve her out of love. Anthony would love to watch her suffer and die.