Rite of Succession: Prologue

[G.K.]

((For those who didn't see the post about this in the discussion thread this thread isn't for the main rp. It's a thread for short stories about your character detailing miscellaneous events taking place prior to the events of the main game. Be they retelling of their bio, interactions between main and side characters, Dreams, nightmares, humorous citations, etc.))

Respect Play.
Characters: Gram Kurokawa, Kivat bat the 4th.

Within the walls of the fangire compound which served as the home to the Kurokawa family Gram, the youngest the king's three children sat within the attic of Albert's mansion. A location he would go to in instances where he needed to allude his various instructors or in the rare instances where he genuinely desired quiet. Today was one such day. Less than a week away from the time of his departure from the safety of the compound's walls, Gram found himself in lower spirits than usual. The full weight of his upcoming venture had set in and he could feel the dread specter of fear and terror looming overhead. He sat quietly against the wall of the dusty room when he heard the fluttering of metallic wings just outside of the attics only window. Recognizing the distinct cadence of the wing, flaps Gram stepped to the window and opened it.

"This way dear friend." Shouted Gram to Kivat bat the 4th.

"Gram!" The Kivat shouted in shock. He continued to speak and he frantically propelled himself towards the window. He'd fly in a circle around Gram after entering the attic, kicking up a bit of dust in the process

"Daigo and the others are looking for you! The instructors are mad too! Everyones saying wheres Gram? wheres Gram?" Kivat frantically stated

Gram coughed as the dust kicked up rose. He batted a free hand at the air around then moved back too his spot against the wall.

"Calm down dear friend. I simply needed a moment away from my studies to think." Said Gram

"Oh" Kivat said abruptly. it was as if uttering the word completely froze the creature in the air. His metallic wings began to flutter once he felt gravity take hold.


Gram smiled sincerely at his kivat partner then looked towards the window. Watching as the light shined against the particle of dust stirred up by kivat's flight. He became somewhat lost in thoughts of the kingdom. Thinking of the citizens of the compound, the friends he would miss. It wasn't until he heard the sound of kivat land and move gingerly towards a Small white item on the floor that he came out of his trance. The item in question was was a fusstle. Without a power or spirit sealed within them Fusstles were completely white and without any distinctive features.

"Haha! This is perfect." Shouted Kivat enthusiastically.

Gram turned his attention back towards the open window only to be pulled back to kivat when the creature blew into the tiny white item, emitting a low hum fallowed by the faintest of whistles. Gram continued to watch as Kivat dropped the fusstle then pinched it between his teeth, flipped it into the air and tried to catch the front side in his mouth to blow on it. Grant stared intently at his tiny partner, Seeing him miss the Fusstle 2 time then succeed in catching it on the third.

"Whats that you're doing Kivat" Gram asked.

"Training Gram. Training" Replied Kivat.

"I see. How diligent of you. But...don't I usually hand you the fusstles."

"Uh-huh. But you might not always be able to." Said Kivat

Then it began to pantomime fighting swinging it's wings forward like they were fists as he spoke.

"You might not be able to reach for it as you fight, so sometimes I gotta get them for you."

Gram smiled then shut his eyes for a moment, as though deep in thought. He opened them then looked towards kivat who'd gone back to it's training.

"Then I think I shall train as well." Gram said

as he stood up Kivat's eyes drifted towards Gram. His attention became somewhat divided between his training and his fangire partner. It was when Gram took a curiously distinctive stance that kivat's focus on him became undivided. Feet crossed slightly, Arms extended outward with his hands in identically intricate positions. His knees were bent slightly, His head lowered a inch or two as his eyes rose.

"Whoaaaa. Hey Gram Gram what's that stance?" Said the inquisitive Kivat.

Gram, with as little physical shaking as he could manage held the stance and replied

"Its something I witnessed my father use in a duel a long time ago." Gram stated

He leaned down and allowed his knees to bend further, bringing him to a low crouch before he pushed himself at an upward angle like a jungle cat jumping from it's hiding spot towards prey. As he rose into the air his arms remained extended and he pulled his knees into his chest appearing like a bat in flight. His forward momentum continued as his upward momentum ceased. He pushed one left forward, kicking the air furiously and attempting to fallow up with the other leg before meeting the ground bottom first in a far from graceful landing. The loud thud was fallowed by a low rumble and the old wood creaking underneath Gram's weight. Gram paused for a moment. He sighed and then turned towards his kivat partner with a smile.

"I guess I still have a ways to go." Said a somewhat embarrassed Gram

"Hey, What was that Gram?" asked Kivat

"...Respect play" Gram said in an unusually grim tone."

"Respect what?! What kinda name for a fighting move is that Gram?" asked Kivat

"It's what my father said when I asked him about the move. The guy my dad fought was really strong but was completely outmatched. Father told me that in order to allow the opponent his pride as a fangire warrior he had to go all out, even if it cost the man his life." Gram Explained

"WOW. Thats really cool. But kinda scary" Said kivat.

Gram smiled and then nodded.

"A perfect description of my father." Said Gram. "I'm glad you found me dear kivat. You've raised my spirits significantly. Now Lets go have some fun."

The two made their way out of dusty attic and carefully crept through the Kurokawa mansion towards the the servant housings in search of old and new friends.

 

[Gankun]

Rats scurried across a cold stone hallway as the two cloaked figures opened the large wooden door. Tsurugi entered the damp hallway, noticing all of the shadows staring at him upon his entrance. It seems as he was being watched. But he knew it would be too risky for them to make a move until their boss commanded it. He was still technically neutral, yet everyone mutually understood what he was here for. The teenager almost jumped when a firm hand grasped his shoulder.

Tsurugi spun around, and had his blade halfway out of the sheathe when he caught his breath and stopped. "Woah, gramps, you might wanna watch it, scaring me like that. I was this, This close to pulling my sword on you. These shadows give me the creeps. But this is important." After putting away the blade, Tsurugi quickly turned around and continued forward.

"Are you sure this is the wise choice? Why are we here instead of at your father's side. He doesn't have much time left. I know I was assigned to watch over you, but I'd much rather be at his side." Alexander hurried to catch up with Tsurugi, even more cautious and paranoid of the lurking fangires than the young lad.

Tsurugi gave him a cold glance and stopped. "I told you that honor is more important than him. He caused his own death, foolishly thinking he could lead the clan as petty soldiers. Where was the honor, the pride, the justice you two praised in those bedtime stories. Look at this, we're a joke. This guy isn't even gonna pay us for his petty work. I'm showing the world that the Crusaders are gonna reemerge, stronger than ever."

The two then continued moving forward, Alexander just walked silently. He knew the boy was right, even at such a young age, he took on the responsibilities of an adult. To think only ten years ago this kid was begging to not go to bed and wanted to hear more tales of glorious battles. Alexander admitted he did miss those days.Tsurugi came to the wide barricaded door, the last barrier between him and the fangire lord. This castle was small and unimpressive. Even the presence of the shadows felt weak to Tsurugi. Before he could knocked, the doors swung open, illuminating the halls with the bright torchlight from inside.

A man slouched in a small throne, surrounded by vases of fine wine and bowls of grapes. Some human slaves were sent off to fetch him more and scurried past the two. The man smiled as the two approached the throne. "My my, the boy comes to fufill his daddy's work. And the old lion came as well. Give your father my best reguards. It's so unfortunate that he is ill. But at least he helped take down those traitors for me before falling. About that pay, well I figure he no longer needed it, in his condition." The man laughed as he grabbed another vase of wine. "You, what's it called, Templars aren't really a force like I once heard about. Didn't even do a fine job. But the poor do scrounge for any work they can, right?"

"Crusaders, say it. Crusaders. I don't care for what you say about my father, but never, never, insult our Order's name." Tsurugi pulled out his sword and pointed it at the lord. "I'm going to make an example out of you."

As he took a step forward, four fangire burst from the corners of the room, surrounding the pair. The lord leaned back and laughed. "Oh I could use a good show. A fifteen year old trying to take ME on? hahaha,"

Alexander and Tsurugi entered a fighting stance, back to back and prepared to fight. Drawing their weapons and also transforming into fangire.


Moments later the two walked out back into the long damp hallway. This walk however, was free of shadows watching them. The boy pulled over his shoulder a bag full of fine goods and jewels. The lord would no longer need these and it would be more usefull to take them now rather than to leave them behind for the next ambitious fangire to have them when he took the abandoned place over. He took a pause to try and rub off the stained wine on his cloak. "Oh goodie, I made a mess on my favorite cloak. It took a bit longer than I hoped for. But maybe we'll make it back to camp in time after all." The old man hurried to keep up, all out of breath from the fight. The boy had potential that's for sure. It had been decades since the old warrior saw talent like that.

Tsurugi unwravled a small crumbled piece of paper. "So who do we visit next? I'm a bit wary of visiting the Albert Mansion still. I don't know whether we should ally with them, or avenge our fallen who followed my father against them."

Alexander gave Tsurugi a puzzled look. The boy isn't rushing into battle for once. Maybe he was listening to the words of the old man finally.

 

[Ziginz Zegell]

((I'll do grammer fixes later.))

Moe Moe Heart Break Kick


“S-So cute…” Eva spoke the words in a whisper as she stood in the custom dress shop situated in a secluded but popular shopping arcade. Eva blushed lightly as she looked at the many adorable dresses that were displayed throughout the store. The shop in question specialized in everything from Gothic Lolita styles to cosplay dresses, and even more traditional kimonos. Eva started to become worried that her friends, Beatrice, Mao, and Molly, had brought her here so soon after they arrived in Japan to try and convince Eva to wear one of the outfits presented here. The three had disappeared into the dressing room only a few minutes before but hadn’t said why they were there. Eva couldn’t help but imagine herself in one of the more racy outfits which featured a tight corset and short, lace skirt. The mere thought caused the dark haired woman to blush deeper in embarrassment and tighten her grip on the full, black dress she now wore. It was clear the thought of wearing such a thing was out of the question less she faint from embarrassment, yet Eva also had a small grin on her face as her hand shook a bit. Deep down she really wanted to look like the image that had formed in her mind, but her shyness trumped her desire. Soon Eva felt her chest getting tighter and decided to step outside to get some air.

In the mean time, in the dressing room, a blonde haired woman looked at herself in a changing stall mirror and blushed with a frown on her face and a curled brow. “D-Do we really have to wear these ridiclulous things?” Beatrice looked herself up and down again with her brown eyes as the hostess outfit she now wore hugged her hips tightly and revealed more skin then she cared to think about. As she tried her best to adjust to the outfit the curtain of her stall was pulled back causing the blonde to jump in shock. Standing their was another woman around the same age as Beatrice, but sporting short, sandy hair and dark, hazel eyes with a slightly more athletic build. “Damn B, when did you fill out so well?” Beatrice looked on as her shock turned to anger and she yelled at the intruder.

“Mao, get out of here! There is now way I can show myself like this in public!!!”

“Well you have to! Lady Matilda went through all the trouble of ordering these and
making sure they were ready by the time we arrived! Besides, it’s a gift for Eva,
not us! “

“W-Well…Molly you can’t b ok with this can you?!”

About that time a smiling woman with long, red hair and brown eyes emerged from another stall. Her build was the similar to those of her two friends, but something about the way she carried herself caused her to radiate beauty. Beatrice looked from her stall slack jawed and Mao averted her eyes with a blush seeming rather down trodden as she spoke. “Holy crap Molly…way to make a girl feel inferior…” Molly looked toward her two friends curiously but then winked and struck an adorable Nyan pose which only furthered their earlier expressions.

Eva, now standing outside the store with a calmer look on her face, looked around at the hustle and bustle of the large market place. There were many odd stores and just as many odd people. It was a completely different world from the cold, quiet, and isolated castle Eva had called home for so many years. Though she stood quietly, doing her best to stay unnoticed, Eva grinned happily at the cheer and energy of the shopping arcade. Resting in the smiling girl’s hair was a tiny, silver kivat that bore a red, heart shaped symbol on its brow. Kivala, Eva’s partner and newest friend was acting the part of a hair clip in her ebony hair. The tiny, bat like entity giggled lightly at the sight of all the people running about doing their little tasks completely unaware of the events that would soon occur. A new ruler of the Fangire was about to be chosen, and depending on who took the crown, humanity might very well be at risk. It was at that moment Kivala sensed a presence and flew up to get a better feel of the air. Eva quickly caught Kivala and hid the tiny Kivat in her hands as not to draw attention to them. “Kivala…y-you can’t just fly around you know.” Eva spoke softly, more advising her small friend then scolding her. Kivala spoke up being less concerned about the people around them, knowing Eva would want to hear what she had to say. “Eva, I sense a fangire near by who is definitely on the hunt! You said to tell you if people were in trouble, so I am!” Eva’s face became more serious as she released Kivala from her hands and nodded. Kivala needed no more explanation then that and flew off in the direction of the danger she sensed.

In a dried up drainage way, a man and woman ran for their lives as a monstrous figure ran after them. The creature was humanoid, but looked very avian. Its arms were lined with long, feather shaped blades that were clearly meant for battle instead of flight. The deep red beast whose body was many colored in some spots, similar to stained glass, jumped and knocked down both its victims. As it did, two transparent, fang shaped manifestations appeared over them prompting both the man and woman to scream. “What if there was another way?” A gentle voice echoed down the drainage way prompting the Avian Fangire to look toward the speaker. A petite woman looked on toward the fangire with a stern look about her. The Fangire chuckled with a distorted voice, paying no heed to the little girl before him, his fangs prepared to strike. “Kivala!” A silver streak bolted forward from Eva like a bullet; its speed out matching the fangs and shattering them on impact. The pain from the hit caused the Avian Fangire to writhe in pain as its potential victims fled in horror. As they passed the woman looked on at the girl who had saved them and wanted to thank her, but a glance from the girl was enough to convince the woman to keep running. “You bitch! Do you know how long it takes those to heal!?” The fangire screamed out but Eva stood strong and made no comment. The Avian Fangire growled and it became clear he intended to attack the young woman in his fury. Eva looked disappointed for a moment, but the expression was soon replaced with one of silent fury as the woman in the black dress spoke her intent clearly. “Then I shall be your Judge.” Kivala flew toward Eva as the woman extended her hand out. Kivala bit Eva’s finger, whispering the word Bite at which stain glass like marks extend across the woman’s body. The fangire stops his approach and looks on in horror as chains wrap around the girl’s waist and form a red belt. Kivala lands between Eva’s fingures as the woman utters a word that draws only dread from the Avian Fangire. ”Henshin”

Eva places Kivala into the buckle of the belt causing violet energy to enwrap the woman in black. Soon the energy formed armor around her and a new figure stood before the Avian beast who stumbled back stunned by what stood before him. “K-Kiva, but your not…that can’t be!” Eva approached the fangire, at first in a slow walk, but soon in a full on run. The stunned fangire barely had time to dodge Eva’s first attack, a simple hand thrust, but was unprepared for the following side kick that hit her foe in the stomach. The fangire stumbled back from the strike and was soon being pummeled by attacks from the white rider. Finally, having regained his wits, the fangire blocked his attacker’s next strike and countered with a swipe of his bladed arms. Eva threw up her arms and blocked the attack, but was soon dodging the vicious attacks of the razor winged foe. The two went back and forth for a short time until Eva landed a hand chop across her enemy’s chest that cut like a blade due to her current form’s claws. A few more such attacks left the bird like enemy stunned as Eva spoke once more. “Why do you feed on human kind? I know fangire can survive on food most of the time, and surely there is another way to replenish your strength.” The red fangire scoffed at the woman even in his injured state and spoke loudly, almost as if offended by Eva’s words. “Fangire feed on humans, that is just how it is. That is how it is supposed to be! We are the true race beloved by God, not the weak worms that stumble about in ignorance of the world around them! We are the ones meant to rule and they are nothing but tools and food!” Eva lowered her head and felt a deep sorrow in her heart at the man’s words. She wasn’t sure what she hoped to accomplish by asking him those questions, but she knew what had to be done now. Her fury rose up once more and Kivala reacted by whistling a tune as clearly as any fuestle. ”Wake Up” As Kivala spoke the words, the sky turned black as night and a crescent moon shining with violet light appeared over head.

As Eva jumped skyward, the Avian Fangire let out a shout of rage as his bladed feathers sprang from his arms and floated in place momentarily before pointing at Eva. As Eva was projected toward her enemy, extending her feet forward and being enwrapped in violet energy, the fangire waved his arms and sent the bladed feathers toward the attacking rider. The feathers were knocked away and Eva’s attack struck the bird like monster squarely in the chest sending him flying back. As he hit the water way wall, a huge symbol of Kiva was imprinted into the impact zone. When Eva landed she uttered a small phrase, ensuring it was loud enough for the fangire to hear. “I have found you…Guilty.” With the phrase spoken, the fangire crystallized before shattering to pieces. The fangire’s soul flew skyward and Eva stood from her crouching position. Kivala flew from the belt and Eva returned to her normal form; a sorrowful look upon her face as she looked toward the shattered remains of her foe. She rubbed her arm and seemed distraught after having taken the life of another fangire. Was it her place to judge them; was destroying that being the right thing to do? More then that, how many fangire thought the way this one did, and how many more would be unwilling to change even after Eva presented her abilities to the fangire king?

“Eva!”

The familiar voice cried out from the ledge above and Eva turned expecting to see her concerned friends. Eva’s mouth widened and her face began to turn a deep red as she beheld her three friends. Beatrice, Molly, and Mao looked down with worried expressions, but that wasn’t all Eva saw. Their dresses, those wonderful dresses, the way the sun hit the three of them causing their skin to shimmer, and the way they seemed so concerned for her; all came together to produce the most adorable, heart felt scene Eva had ever seen. As Eva’s face turned completely red while she shuttered gently, her breathing grew heavy and she raised her hands to her cheeks. A smile crept across her face and she uttered a single, shaken word. “C-C-CUTE!’ Eva’s eyes rolled back a bit as she began to fall backward. “Oh my God!” Mao screamed as she jumped form the ledge and, with super human agility, landed behind Eva in time to catch the shocked girl. Mao held her and sighed upon seeing Eva smiling in an unconscious state, uttering the word cute over and over again. Molly looked totally shocked as well and looked around rapidly from left to right for any way to get down to her friend, finally deciding to just slide down the side of the bank. Beatrice looked down with a disgruntled expression and let out a deep sigh as she used her phone to take a picture of the Kiva symbol bellow. “She can kill a fangire with one kick, but put the three of us in these ridiculous things and she passes out in a cute induced head rush. Eva, your absolutely one of a kind babe.” Beatrice says this to herself but soon smiles at the sight of the smiling Eva. Lady Matilda really knows how to pick the perfect gift for the rider who has everything.

 

[G.K.]

Saga's return
Characters invovled: Albert Kurokawa, Sayuri Kurokawa, Saga, Kivat Bat the great, and (in a much smaller roll) the Kurokawa children.


Under the light of the full moon a small crowd has formed around two imposing figures. One was Dorian stein. A renown fangire warrior from Europe. The other was the king of the lunar sovereignty, Albert Kurokawa. Behind Albert were 2 of his 3 children and his wife Queen Saiyuri who clutched her children tightly in her arms. Behind Dorian was another fangire and tree sagarc menacingly staring down at Albert's 3rd and youngest child, Gram. The then 6 year old prince cried loudly in fear of his captors.

"Do you accept my terms?" Asked Dorian

"Return my son to me unharmed and I will" replied Albert.

The Mercenary raised his right arm and the group that surrounded gram backed away from the young prince. The terrified child ran towards his father still crying and jumped into his open arms. Albert turned and moved toward his family and handed the whimpering child to his wife.

"There there sweetie" . she said now holding all three children while working a black glove off her right hand. "Mommy's here"

Her tone was soft and loving but the look in her eyes was harden and sinister. She raised her uncovered hand and leveled it the group which had been menacing her child moments prior. When the insignia of the green on her hand was in clear view a darkened fog blanked the area and moon hanging in the sky turned blood red.

"and she'll never let..anyone hurt you"

Her eyes flashed with an utter bloodlust and from the queen's symbol on her hand a nearly invisible force blasted forth striking the unnamed fangire and two of the 3 sagarc's and all but completely obliterating them. The symbol faded and as the fog dissipated and the moon's glow returned to normal she looked towards her husband.

"KILL HIM." She commanded.

The king nodded in reply to his wife as Dorian smirked evily and pointed towards Kurokawa.

"Now show me the power that toppled the king! he shouted.

At that moment the remaining sagarc flew a circle around Dorian before landing on his lower abdomen and expanding into a belt like device. Dorian then revealed a white Jacorder which he inserted into the belt.

"Henshin" Announced the sagarc as light began to whirl around it, building into an eruption. As the flash faded into a glow which took shame around the fame of Dorian, Forming into a distinctive white armor with sanded glass portions and a kings crown for a helmet. Saiyuri Gasped in shock at the sight of the armor. She knew this wasn't an ordinary sagarc. It was Saga, A legendary sagarc who'd somehow manifested the dark imperial power known to be rare and only accessible by a hand-full of kivats.

"So you survived after all saga" Announced an ominous voice from above.

Those who looked up would find a Kivat roughly the size of a voltswagon bug descending near Albert. This was kivat bat the great. The amalgam of two kivats capable of wielding the dark Imperial power. Saga replied to the kivat in it's ancient language with kivat bat the great laughing in response.

"So be it. You'll not be so lucky this time."Kivat stated

"So, You recovered saga? Inquired Albert to Dorian

"It was brought to me by the sagarc. So long as it exists they have hope to one day defeat you." Said Dorian.

"So you say, But I've grown stronger since my last encounter with it. And as you can see" He then gestured to kivat bat the great. "kivat has changed considerably."

A dark wave of energy fowed out of the kivat as it shrunk down to the averate size for one of it's species. Albert took hold of it in it's smaller form and roughtit towardshis other hand. Kivat bit into the hand triggering portions of Kurokwa's face to take on a stained glass appearance.

"Henshin" Said Kurokawa

Kivat dropped down latching onto the belt which had formed around kurokawa's waist, Initiating the king's transformation into kiva. When the armor took shape a massive wave of dark energy flowed out from where kurokawa stood. When the dust cleared there stood kiva, A dark and menacing armored form wielding a power matched by none.

The two armored figures assumed their fighting stances, holding them for nearly a minute nd what felt like a lifetime before saga made the first move. He chrged in nd thrusted fowrd the tip of the Jacorder's rod mode. A quick sidestep from kiva to avoid the strike was fallowed by a right hand punch to the mask of saga. The man in the white armor stumbled back.

"Weak" Uttered Kivat.

"Keep your mouth shut!" Shouted Dorian as the Jacorder's rod mode reverted to bute mode. With a flick of his wrist the tip of the weapon sailed towards kurokawa, cutting through the air and leaving a trail of red light in it's wake. It was abruptly halted by a huge distortion in the air. as energy serged through it the shape became apparently. A large dark swell in the form of the kiva symbol. Dorian continued to swing at the unearthly shape floating in the air as it slowly drifted towards him. Dorian pulled his arm back and reverted the Jacorder to rod mode and thrusted forward. The strength of the attack shattered the unearthly shape, and from behind the crumbling symbol Kurokawa flew towards Dorian, Connecting with a powerful midair thrust kick. This was fallowed by a second kick which launched the main the white armor into the air. Sparks shot out of the armor as it appeared to be breaking down from within. Seconds before impact saga detached itself from it's would be wielder and wobbly flew off into the night sky. Saiyuri raised her uncovered hand towards the retreating sagarc as the queens symbol appeared once more.

"Stop" Said the king in response to Saiyuri.

The queen didn't reply. Only glaring at her husband in his armored form as he moved towards the near dead Dorian. The Fangire warrior weakly reached towards the now distant saga.

"Coward..." He muttered weakly.

"That creature lives for it's revenge. It will face any shame and dishonor necessary, so long as it sees me dead." Said Albert Kurokawa. The king turned away from his fallen opponent and moved towards his family

"Kivat. He's yours" The kivat gleefully disengaged the armor and grew back to it's monstrous size before descending upon Dorian. The fangire warrior screamed in abject terror as he was devoured by kivat bat the great.

Albert embraced his family, Smiling happily in the knowledge that none were hurt.

"Why didn't you kill it?" Whispered Saiyuri to her husband.

"Dorian said that Saga's existence gave the sagarc hope. Destroying that hope is an act which I refuse to commit. A hopeless less enemy is a danger to this kingdom and my family. " Replied Albert.

Saiyuri smiled. "You're far to soft hearted my love." She said slowly shutting her eyes as she kissed her slightly unsuspecting husband. The two became lost in that blissful moment as their children either covered their eyes or giggled loudly at their parents affectionate display.

"KUROKAWA!" Bellowed the monstrous kivat

The king and queen were pulled from their serene moment by the kivat's shout. Albert turned to face it as the queen maneuvered her children behind her.

"You willingly allowed that pest to fly free? Have you gone soft on me... partner? Kivat said ominously

Albert stared up at Kivat bat the great with an intence look. His eyes flared, and his skin cracked forming into the stainglassed portions that proceed the transformtion into one's fangire form.

"Tatsulot!" Kurokawa shouted. Upon his command a gold flash flew through the air and from above descended one of the most powerful weapons known to the demon races. The Zanvat sword. The weapon formed a large crater upon impact with the ground leaving itself halfway burred within it as Kurokawa moved towards the weapon. As the king gripped the blades handle Laughter began to bellow from the Giant kivat. Kurokawa paused looking up at kivat bat the great with a bit of confusion.

To think that you would command my own vassal...I think I was wrong after all.

The massive kivat then turned away from his partner and flew into the night sky.

"I still like you Albert Kurokawa. Call upon me whenever you need!"

King Kurokawa sighed deeply. He looked down at the sword and was surprised to find his children had taken to the sword like a toy. Either climbing on it, pulling at it or kicking it in an attempt to move it. Saiyuri moved towards her husband, embracing him as the two watched their children play.