An arrow flew past him and landed harmlessly on the floor. The half-orc arched a brow as he turned his head to look at the gnome from before. Bow still in hand and not looking much bothered by the fact the fact that he had just fired, and missed, at someone who could easily cleave him in two. All Durzol did was glare and continue on his tasks with the child in tow, there would be time to deal with the cowardly shrimp later, given he was surprised by the reaction.<br/><br/>The unenlightened always had an issue with the methods of his God, quick to lash out without even giving him the chance to explain.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">“And they call me an evil monster.”</span><br/><br/>No matter, there was work to be done, though the child seemed intent on being a pain now that the shock of the moment had worn off. He began to struggle and scream like some wild thing, the sound shrill and sharp caused his ears to ache. The language the child spoke was surprisingly familiar to him, though he had not expected a child to know such language.<br/><br/><div><hr style="height:2px; width:100%; border:0; color: red;background:red;"/></div><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-family: Nueva Std;"><span style="font-weight: bold">The child is screaming in a very high pitched screech or a yell, (if that makes sense), "How dare you hold me! Release me you beast of burden. How dare you touch me! I demand you let me go," and such similar screams.</span><br/><br/>"Child, where will you go if I release you?” he asked bluntly back in infernal.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Instead of being frightened the child is angry, "Away from you!"</span><br/><br/>"And what do you think will happen? Someone will get you and hurt you. If you wish to face those spiders on your own, by all means go on and go!" he gestured angrily at the door to the child. <br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"How do you know?" The child asked belligerently defiant. The manner in which the Half-orc spoke to him and in the same tongue was clearly having an effect on the child.</span><br/><br/>"Because I lived in this world where I was a target and people hated me because I was different. Like you!" he looked back at the gnome. "That pissant shot at me, why? Because I killed your mother?" he looked back to the child. "How hard did she try to protect you? To save your father?" <br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"> "She didn't," he said softly, "she just stood and screamed. My father wasn't there. He'd never have let harm come to me." the child said. His voice shaking slightly. "Why did he shoot you?" the boy asked looking back at the Gnome with confusion in his eyes.</span><br/><br/>"He is weak and will always be weak," he sneered. "A true warrior would have at least attacked me to my face. Do you want to be like your mother? Weak? Pathetic?"<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">The child barred his teeth, sharp fangs visible as he did this, "I'm not weak!" he declared angrily. His eyes blazing in anger and fury over what he thought of as an insult. He didn't seem so much like a ten year old in that moment, but something different. His face was wrong, the angles too harsh. The nose too flat. The eyes too large.</span><br/><br/>"You have the fire to be stronger! To be powerful!" he bared his own tusks and snarled back at the boy. "Do you want that power?" he loomed over the smaller figure of the child, his face close enough that the child would have been able to see his most prized scar.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"> "Yes," the boy said, proud of the compliments given to him by the stranger, he stopped fighting against the strangers hold. Tilting his head to the side, "you will teach me this?"</span><br/><br/>"I will teach you. I will teach you about pain and using it to become strong. I will teach you to fight and to kill, and terrorize those before you. Make them fear you and run from you at a mere glance. By the blessing of Hextor I can give you all of this. If you want it bad enough."<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">The child grinned at him with a fire in his eyes that spoke of interest, stubbornness and determination, "I know more about pain. It is how my father teaches me. I will learn. I will!"</span><br/><br/>"What does your father call you?"<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"Aziror," the child replied. A word meaning child of fire.</span><br/><br/>"Where is your father?"<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"In the depths of hell," Azior replied, "what name have you?"</span><br/><br/>"I am Durzol the bringer of pain and the terror of the weak. Aziror like a son I will teach you." <br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Azior grinned, "Durzol is a good name, a name of power. Yes I will learn from you. I will grow strong."</span><br/><br/>"Yes. You will. Lesson one," he looked at the gnome. "The weak must die," he grinned and patted the child on the shoulder before he drew his knife and cut himself along his palm. "By my blood and oath I swear to protect you and teach you the ways of Hextor," he gestured to boy. "Your hand boy."<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">The child watched, listening intently, his eyes curious and focused on the blood from the cut. He didn't hesitate as he held out his hand palm up towards the Half-Orc almost mesmerized by the blood.</span><br/><br/>The blade was sliced across the boys palm and clasped it in a firm handshake. "Now, first lesson," he punched the child in the jaw. "Always be prepared for pain," he would help the kid up and brush him of. "Now, do you need to eat?"<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"> As the blade cut into the boy's skin he tensed, and a softly expelled breath was all the sign the child made to show it hurt him. He grinned as he felt the firm large hand close around his own trapping his much smaller hand. It wasn't until the fist collided with his jaw and he found himself falling that fire began to dance along his skin, like ghostly flames. His eyes turned black like midnight and his skin began to dark until it was almost black. This only lasted a second before it was gone and the child was back. The same small scrawny child with large strange eyes. He blinked and shook slightly as he was helped to his feet, "I am hungry I guess," the boy said his voice tentative, shaky.</span><br/><br/>"Never show weakness, fear or hesitation...understand?" he said as he took the child toward the kitchen to find something to eat.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"> "How do you not show weakness," the boy asked. Fear and hesitation he understood. His father was always raging about his hesitation to act. Fear was something that didn't trouble him. He rarely felt afraid. But weakness was the one he didn't understand.</span><br/><br/>"I will teach you. It takes time," he explained.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">The boy nodded, "And you will teach me of Hextor?" he asked as this was a name he did not know.</span><br/><br/>"I will teach of him and his might and how through him we are strong and powerful," he explained with a rare smile at the mention of his God.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"Good. I saw how you fight. I want to fight like that. So I want to learn of him. He's power. I want power." The child said as they entered the kitchen.</span></span><br/></span><br/><div><hr style="height:2px; width:100%; border:0; color: red;background:red;"/></div><br/>In the kitchen, they spied another short person rummaging about for something. "Hey?" he called out and stepped out slightly in front of Azior to protect him should there be any danger. "What are you up to?"