<span style="font-family:Amaranth"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dff4d">"Being the best is not a solid state of being, It was a figure of speech stranger- There are plateaus, and though you can cross them, you must never be comfortable. Always seek to achieve beyond your limit. Considering that, I can safely say I am on a higher level then you- I may never be the best, but I will always strive to become better."</span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff99cc">Cain felt amusement tickle his twitching fingers, the edgy child in front of him pretending to be an adult when he could barely listen to others correctly. When he pulled a sword at both Cain and Marina, Cain burst out laughing, breaking his normal stoic demeanor at the <i>audacity </i>of the people in front of him. Protecting a demon- no, a succubus more like it- just proved how untrustworthy and <i><b>worthless</b></i> they were to the Priestess' cause, especially after drawing their weapons in reaction. These demons had murdered and pillaged the world of Eos, choking it with darkness and even killing the King just for their disgusting goals to ruin the fate of the planet, all for <i>greed</i>.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dff4d">"Drop the daggers, asshole, or I'll drop you- Sera is the one good thing in my life and I'll be damned if you or anyone else takes that away from me."<br/>
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"You really are a hypocrite aren't you? Judging someone for being a <i><b>Demon </b></i>when your mother is known on my world as a merciless destroyer and treasure hoarder- Practice what you preach, <i><b>Priestess. </b></i>If introductions are to be done, so be it- Jason Whitaker from Earth, Chicago Illinois, year 2017. I am from the Christian Pantheon, follower of the Seven Demon Princes of Hell- Lucifer, Mammon, Satan, Leviathan, Asmodeus, Belphegor, and Beelzebub."</span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff99cc">Smiling politely at the overconfident child in front of her, Marina's blue eyes grew frosty as she began to speak to this Jason Whitaker. The air grew colder at the absence of interest in her tone, green grass curled downward in hopes of escaping the chill. The comparison between she and her mother could not be made, considering she was obviously not her mother. She was not a frost goddess, nor a woman who destroyed and hoarded treasure. His tiny little words only served to damn him to both partners, little demon loving spawn that he was.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4da6">"Oh, Jason Whitaker, is it? A silly little demon-loving child that can barely listen to anyone else except for the succubus sucking him off and the insolent voice coming out of that filthy mouth. You do not order my Guardian around, nor do we care about your feelings towards your toy. Rumors of my mother on your planet do not concern me not, but a daemon is a daemon. And you, as a follower of these supposed "Demon Princes" can take <u><i><b>both</b></i></u> of those minuscule swords of yours and shove it where the sun don't shine."</span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffff">"You best not insult the woman that fights for the lives of humans and animals alike against the monsters like your friend over there. I may be her Guardian, but she can handle herself quite well. Especially against a supposed "chef" who likes to use big words to make him feel better. Here is a little bit of information for you scum; listen to the people around you lest you want a knife in your back. I never said I was the best, but I sure as hell know I am better than some daemon lover."<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4d4d">"Huh, racism, how quiant. Besides, "daemons" as they call it, may be assholes. Though I must say <i>Guardian</i>, I'd threaten to stick my staff up your ass, but the stick there wouldn't give me any room to work with."<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff99cc">Tilting his head towards the cloaked figure, Cain hummed at the words coming from his mouth as the chill around he and Marina disappeared. He felt no reason to respond to the man considering he could hear footsteps moving away from him and Marina in that general direction. It seems most of the hostility in the air had subsided, the brother and sister near them having no feel of anger or passion towards what had occurred. Despite the entire group turning against them, Cain felt no frustration over the event considering that they didn't need these people to begin with. They had arrived with the notion in mind that they would be working alone, and the events immediately after their arrival furthered that notion.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff">"Cain... and Marina, right? I'm Liselle... though introductions might be the last thing you're concerned with right now. I'm sorry for my brother's bluntness. It seemed like everyone turned against you in some way or another... but if it wouldn't be too much of a problem, may I hear more about your world, Marina? At least until we get to the town?"</span><br/>
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Marina nodded in enthusiasm at the politeness of the woman that had approached she and her Guardian. Her opinion of the two siblings had been positive before the heated issue that had arisen, and the opinion was merely solidified by the sister's actions. While she and Cain would have immediately separated from the hostilities of the group and gone on their way merrily, it was pertinent that their arrived at a town to get a map and maybe a few supplies. Cain sheathed his daggers and chose to walk next to Marina as she and Liselle spoke about her world, enjoying the pleasantries and the warmth of the day air as they walked towards the town.<br/>
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However, the happiness in the air was ruined by the actions of their group again, Jason immediately causing a fight with citizens of the world. As the rest of the group rushed forward to deal with the repercussions of this decision, Cain stopped as soon as he heard only a few bodies moving after Jason, the most important one standing a few feet in front of him. The sounds of battle and death whispered in his ears, cut only by the sadness tinting Marina's voice.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4da6">"Few of the people in this group seem like respectable people Cain, and I do not feel that rushing forward to aid them when their practices are so . . . wrong in my heart. But I'd like to hear your opinion, as i always do."<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffff">"We've only barely arrived in this world and they are already started a riot, Priestess. The "leader" of the group currently just attacked an innocent man who was following orders from what it sounds like. What do we gain from taking part in this bloodshed? A bounty on our head and a reputation of being murderers? I have yet to see any darkness in this land except for the monstrosity that chose to be re-birthed as so when we were first reincarnated; I will raise my blades if you ask me to, but I am strongly against killing these humans just because we have to over a group member's anger issues."<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff99cc">Bowing her head, Marina studied the cobblestone below them as the people they'd just barely met continued to fight one another. She agreed completely with her partner, and had no wish to take part in this battle, especially when the man who started it favored daemons. The sound of innocent, law-abiding men dying sent sorrow through her heart, reminding her of the death of the beloved King back in their old world. Yes, they did not know about this Council and why they ordered this tax, whether it be malicious or not, but they could not act on something they knew nothing about.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4da6">"Then we continue towards town. Obviously we will walk around what is happening in front of us, but what about this tax? Are we able to pay it if we run into any other guards?"<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff99cc">Cain and Marina began to walk through the large tree roots and shrubbery, climbing up some of them to get out of the way of the road, bypassing the battle near them. Marina listened intently at the swords clashing; despite not wanting to fight a battle they had no reason to play in, she still would accept a cry of help- the person crying definitely playing a part in whether she did or not, now. Supporters of daemons didn't receive a listen unless something changed, nor did those that attacked the innocents either. But she liked some of them, truly. If only matters were different.<br/>
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The soft jingle of coins grabbed her attention as Cain pulled out a pouch from his pocket he had not felt before until now. He reached out and let Marina take it, positive that the Goddess Shiva probably manifested the currency for them as they drew closer to the town. Marina took a peek into the pouch before handing it bag, a nice amount inside for them to purchase a few supplies. She was sure that they could find odd jobs or quests around to make more money if they needed it, but Cain always knew how to find things in nature if that was not the case.<br/>
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All the while, the sounds of fighting grew further and further away, and Marina continued to strain her ears for any sound that could change her mind. Otherwise, the pair quietly talked between themselves, discussing different possibilities of potions and cuisines.</span><br/>
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