The Quest For The Nine Black Swords; Curse of Melancholy

Kretze sat down on the floor not, "You have a third eye, you are just like the Elder from back home, except that well you can fight" Kretze said

 

"Where are you from, friend?" He asked, already catching sight of Rexejon and his crew. He did not dare move...

 

"Just some old ruin, a broken Monastery, it's not important anymore", Kretze said lighting up another smoke, "these things help me forget that place"

 

"Suppression Herbs?" He asked, already walking down the road towards the large team.

 

"Yeah" Kretze said

 

rexejon eyes turned to normall and took his katana's out of the corpse of the boss and putted them back by rexejon everyone did their weapons away and saika looked to rexejon

 

He walked down and saw Rex and his crew. He stood there, calm and collected. His melancholy was no where noticeable in the air. He closed the third eye.

 

Kretze followed his guard was raised he knew something was different there seemed to be someone with them

 

''well well well, i think we got company from someone we met not long ago'' said rexejon and looked to his crew
''are we gonna kill them'' asked saika and her eyes where changed
rexejon was suprised to see that ''you are more interesting then i thought girl, no we don't gonna kill them they didn't do anything wrong'' said rexejon looking to saika
''alright master'' said saika

 

Kretze readied his Syth incase they attacked not sure if they where a threat this time

 

"What has happened here?" Sessamaru asked, in complete control of the situation. His cloak danced to and fro, dancing across the black, sanguine material that housed his body. The liquid seem to come to life, snapping at the air.

 

''you want to know, well i shall tell you, arch devils attacked this village only we where to late, we killed every arch devil around here'' said rexejon walking to sessamaru

 

Kretze rested his syth on his shoulder as he through his herbal cigerette on the floor

 

Sessamaru nodded in understanding. A thought occured to him. Why would archdevils leave their domain? Sessamaru shook his head. "Then I thank you for saving what was left of this village," he whispered, turning. A black aura formed two broken black wings on Sessamaru's back, his right hand twitching. He slowly walked away.

 

Kretze stepped back onto the path and waited for Sessamaru

 

Sessamaru began to walk, his heart and soul pulling him like a magnet to the hellswords.

 

rex runned to sessamaru ''hey forgotten, can i know your name now'' asked rexejon

 

"My name is of no importance," He spoke, walking farther away now. The sky seemed to brighten some for the coming dawn.

 

''oh well we will meet again'' said rexejon and runned back
''and hopely with some dead races around the next place'' said rexejon

 

Kretze pulled out another cigerette and began smoking his suppresion herbs

OOC: RESURRECTION (can't spell)