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Vlaardi shook his head. "Not a hell escaping demon. A possessed, troubled, corrupted man, who became an archangel because of such... It's actually more complicated than that, but we don't have the time right now."
"Yes, you do." Xor replied, who was actually leaning against the wall of the house, blending in with the shadows. He observed them all. "I'm aware that everyone knows my weakness now, but it's not going to help you. Even if you do make me bleed, all you can do is remove Fyrohs curse. Actually, I didn't intend to curse Fyroh; but he had my blood on his arm already, so I took the opportunity. If you take my blood, I can curse that too. It's not as simple as it sounds, hm?" He seemed overly relaxed in such an environment filled with opponents.
"I'm not here to attack you all. I know this is not the time for fighting, seeing as I am vastly outnumbered. I'm here merely because I'm interested in what Vlaardi really thinks of me, after all of our travels together and such."
Vlaardi didn't say a word. His gaze was locked on Xor.
Xor didn't seem bothered whatsoever, but did say, "Vlaardi, see Fyroh? You're going to go the same way right now if you don't stop staring." Vlaardi immediately broke eye contact. Xor smiled. "Good boy." he said. "And, even though I'm not here to fight... I'm sure somebody here is going to attack me sooner or later. I know full well you want my blood, but even if you achieve it, even if you drain all of the blood in my body, you won't be able to cure Fyroh. It'll all be cursed by then..." He gave a sinister snicker. "Fyroh has only slowed me down in my goals. If Vlaardi was in the same spot... I may just cure him, for I'll admit he's useful, even only as a distraction. But I have no sympathy for his brother."
Jankhe floated down, still in midair, but nearer the ground and the others now. "Xor, your blood is not the only thing that can cure Fyroh..."
Xor nodded. "I know full well of that, Jankhe. But do you mean to tell me you're going to heal Fyroh?"
Jankhe shook his head. "Xor, despite your powers and abilities, you aren't invincible. You may be dead, but that doesn't stop you being completely destroyed. And you know I could break you in an instant..."
"Although you wouldn't." Xor added.
"True. I have no reason to. But, as I said, you can still be destroyed. These people probably won't rest until Fyrohs cured, and probably still hunt you after that. We both know that Vlaardi will gather as many forces as possible to destroy you, as well as the destroyers of his kingdom. You're powerful, Xor, but it's foolish to take every single one of these people on at once." Jankhe said.
"I've already said I'm not here to fight. I'll be perfectly honest, I have no reason to be here other than entertainment. Fyroh will be waking up soon, and he'll be in agony. The only ways to end the pain would be to take his life or take my blood, uncursed..." Xor said. He was clearly enjoying this.
Jankhe looked disappointed in him. "And to take uncursed blood, I assume there'll be conditions they have to follow, helping you. You sicken me sometimes."
Xor smiled. "Thats my charm. Take it or leave it."
((Basically, Xor revealed himself, explained that even if you do take his blood it won't cure Fyroh, then Jankhe came and reminded Xor he wasn't invincible, and showed that he could cure Fyroh easily, and also kill Xor; though he probably will do neither. Jankhe also figured out that Xor won't give his blood away without a price. Oh, and also note that Xor claimed he wasn't there to fight.))
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