Capet clicked his fingers and spun around on a single foot, turning around to face the other end of the hallway, away from the group. "This way," he chirped, grinning at Aris and Nathaniel.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Time to test Nathaniel. He's the most important target.</span><br/><br/>Capet walked and walked, turning at intersections left and right in a way only a permanent resident of the mansion could comprehend his navigation. He eventually reached a small wooden doorway at the end of a quiet little corner of the mansion and opened it.<br/><br/>"Here we are."<br/><br/>The doorway revealed a large indoor room spanning the size of what would have been a modern day basketball court, with a solid stone paved floor that was easy to walk on but difficult to slip on. Windows from the walls about a few heads above them let in the sunlight. It was nearly as bright as the outside in this giant room. Weapon racks filled with practice weapons dotted the walls, all within easy reach.<br/><br/>"Guard," said Capet. The lone guard reclining in the room a few steps away from the door stood to attention. With a cheerful grin on his face, Capet grabbed a practice sword from a weapon rack and threw it to the guard. He caught it quickly, and looked at the steward in confusion.<br/><br/>"Come at me. With all that you have."<br/><br/>Bewildered, the guard soon gave a shrug. I couldn't hurt the steward with this thing even if I tried, he must have thought.<br/><br/>"I'm not too good with-" Capet dodged the guard's charge nonchalantly, tapping the guard's shoulder with a finger lightly as he ran past the young man. "-swords myself."<br/><br/>"But-" Capet sidestepped the guard's side-swing of his wooden sword. "-I learned a few things. Especially how to-" Ducking underneath the guard's thrust of his sword, Capet lunged for the man's throat, grabbing it with a single hand as he squatted below the guard's hunched form. "-survive the impossible."<br/><br/>Capet smiled, and released the guard. "We're done here. Back in place." He took the wooden sword from the guard and swung it to his side with an audible waft. The guard shambled weakly into a corner and slunk down, as if he was depressed.<br/><br/>"Nathaniel? Could you show me your way of the sword? Or whatever you use?" asked Capet cheerfully.<br/><br/>-----<br/><br/>"Towards thee I roll," mumbled Claude. The large man sat in a small room full of swords and other assorted weaponry. A small window let in barely a ray of sunlight into the room.<br/><br/>He knew demons. He knew them better than Sir Ashton. Or Roy. There was a legend of a Knight Commander of the Order of the Seven Wings. A giant of a man that led Dalmatia to victory against her enemy nations, the powerful demon hunter turned hero of the kingdom would be betrayed by a half-demon infiltrating the ranks. He was said to have died 5 years ago, and his body never found.<br/><br/>That man's name was Claudius Winter. But now, his name was Claude Early.<br/><br/>Sir Ashton was not the best man to serve for a dead legend, but the young lord received little negative attention from anyone else. His estate was also one of the few places with demon activity. The dead legend could still fulfil his duty from obscurity.<br/><br/>But Sir Ashton sheltering a demon, no, a half-demon, was the last straw for Claudius.<br/><br/>"Thou all-destroying but unconquering devil," he mumbled, sprinkling a silver sword with a strange liquid from a bottle. Mercury was said to have done serious damage to demons, but Claudius viewed it more as a little tradition to do before a fight rather than an actual effective method of slaying them.<br/><br/>"From hell's heart I stab at thee."<br/><br/>From the above window, a shadowy form with yellow eyes poked his head at the window. "Huh?"<br/><br/>"For hate's sake I spit my last breath at thee." Claudius pressed his right hand over his heart, closing his eyes solemnly.<br/><br/>-----<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">What did I get myself into... I still want to see the angel though.</span><br/><br/>Silas slid away from the window and continued to run across the roof. He didn't know where the angel or demon was... but the air caressing against his shadowy form made him a little happy inside.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">I wish this could last forever.</span><br/><br/>But no one liked demons, half-demons even less. What was he to do?<br/><br/>"Other than to lie forever," he whispered to himself. "I reached this place despite all odds."<br/><br/>He bounced towards a window, poking his head to it. His eyes, in the bright sunlight, were hard to see, despite his shadowy visage.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">2 guys... 2 girls and an angel. An angel!</span><br/><br/>If Silas could smile that moment, he would have.