I don’t want to dance, he moaned inwardly, though he wasn’t truly upset with the idea. Havoc did at least think that going to the dance would be a good excuse to buy an outfit for both him and Auxana, finding an outfit for himself he would actually love to wear would be a nice change. And he had a selfish joy that Auxana liked these clothes as well, because if she wanted some, that meant not only would he be able to see this style all the time, but he’d get to see it while looking at Auxana, which was the best possible scenario. He wasn’t sure why he liked these types of clothes, he just did, it was odd because he enjoyed the beauty in little else.<br/><br/>As Auxana made the heart, Stalker created bats that made a heart and flew back at Auxana and Havoc, the bats left a sweet smell of chocolate as they flew by, Stalker then bowed to her. Havoc wasn’t sure what that was all about, but Auxana was getting along with locals despite not being able to talk somehow, so he was glad. If Auxana followed any god it would make sense to be Meena, she would probably fit in well here. Parties, dancing, wonderful outfits, she’d be happy here.<br/><br/>Havoc wondered if she would want to stay here, though her best hope of finding a way to speak their language was at Lubinnia, and he had to get there for his own reasons. But if she did want to stay, would he leave her, or leave his dream. It wasn’t a hard decision, Auxana came first, it wouldn’t be easy, but he’d do it for her. He would have to ask her after they leave the rave, see what she wanted to do. For now, they should look at outfits, he would be willing to buy Auxana anything she wanted. Though by the look of the materials and how well made they were, these clothes were probably on the expensive side. “Let’s go inside and see if can find a good outfit for you to go to the party in.”<br/><br/>Havoc went inside the shop, holding the door for Auxana. There were a lot of clothes of a few different styles all around. Havoc got this serious look about him, like he did when he was figuring out how to create something with dark magic. He looked all around him, taking it all in, he didn’t touch anything, just looked. He circled the shop once, getting a glimpse at everything as much as he could without holding any items up. He then just looked Auxana up and down, analyzing what he thought would look best. He then walked over to one area, grabbed a skirt, then grabbed some leggings from somewhere else, and placed them both on a counter. He went straight to them as just from going around he remembered where to find the things he thought would look best.<br/><br/>He was being surprisingly determined considering he didn’t know much about fashion. Then he grabbed a shirt that showed a fair amount of skin, he took some boots and placed them both on the counter with the other things. He then grabbed some long gloves, a bracelet, and a necklace with a silver heart with a bat in the center. He put it all together, some of the things he just had this feeling she might like. Then he turned to Auxana looking a bit awkward. “Er, that’s just what I thought looked nice, I don’t know if they’re your thing or not.” He hoped she liked them as he thought they would look amazing on her.<br/><br/>-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Carmichael had a concerned look about him, he thought about how Kryban would react upon hearing this story of hers. “You are needed Norah, but not for your blood, Kryban could go without. Kryban needs you personally, he doesn’t know it yet, but he does, desperately. He’s going to hate what he did to you, hate himself. He’s going to think you’d be better off without him, it’s up to you if that’s true or not. If not, as I suspect is the case, the hard part will be proving that to him.” Carmichael thought that Norah would be able to help Kryban, bringing him to a better place than he had been in a long time.<br/><br/>He then sighed, thinking about Kor’bin, and how much he missed him. “And Vampires like that Norah know just how to play with your emotions, they use their abilities just to get what they want, to feel good, caring about no one but themselves. Kor’bin hates monsters who use their powers just to make themselves feel good. He wants all monsters to prosper as a whole, when monsters like that exist they start wars by bringing bad reputation to us. He hates that, with a passion, but you were not of his people, you had a stake in two claims, neither of them his. So he changed that, he made you a monster, so you are in the best company for that. Kor'bin is a good father, I would say he guided you to us, I trust him, but you don’t have to. Either way you can see that we all know what it’s like to become monstrous sometimes, some of us handle it better than others, but we all help each other with it. Don’t try to do this alone Norah, if you can’t accept just any help, have Kryban help you while you help him.”<br/><br/>Carmichael then talked about Kryban. “He was having the problem of being a pure killer, nothing of Kryban was there, you were an enemy and he a soldier. He didn’t see you at all, he saw a sack of flesh that was a threat, there was no way he could recognize you in that state. But he is now probably being force fed holy water by Torusk to get him out of the blood rage. He’s going to be more himself after that for a little bit until the withdrawals kick in. Though the traumatic experience will leave him vulnerable and weak psychologically. I would not mention the story you just told me, he’ll be here soon to apologize and possibly cry.”<br/><br/>Carmichael then placed her down on a carriage and called a ghoul over. Carmichael left and she worked on healing the bruises with magic, then she gave Norah a drink. “Rest, you’ll be okay, just don’t over exert yourself.” She then also left, leaving Norah alone. Soon Kryban appeared out of nowhere, there was burn marks on his mouth his eyes looked very dim with dark rings around them. He was holding a wooden stake with runes carved on it and a holy sheen to it. His hand were shaking and he didn’t seem very well. He came to make sure she was okay, he had to make sure she would be fine before he did what he planned to.<br/><br/>He spoke with an almost hiss, he hated himself, saw himself as a monster and it showed. “I’m sorry, I could make an excuse that Carmichael forced me into that, but it was me, I couldn’t control that part of me, it’s my fault. I saw it all but couldn’t control my body, I became the monster I’ve been accused of. You’re better off without me, everyone is, my ex-wife saw it far before I did. Now it’s best I did what she told me to. If I want to be that hero you see in me, then I’ll take away the biggest threat to people I can.” Glowing white tears went down his cheeks. “Time to stop the villain in this little story.” He turned to leave.