Iabor seemed to faintly chuckle as Allistair called him young, it was filled with nerves though he soon sighed out growing silent. Iabor quickly stood following the elder warlock out, his under armor making the sounds of stretching leather as all of Iabor's muscles became tensed, then relaxed his eyes narrowing. He ignored the young warlock for the most part as he walked past him, as he hadn't the time to dawdle. Because if he took to long then he'd have to wait, if he waited his cowardice could get to him. If that happened he would not let himself finally get the burden of his lying about his daemon heritage off his chest. Something he would not, and could not allow to happen, his helmet shining from the passing lights as he followed the warlock into the room where the nobles would gather for their meeting. As soon as he entered he locked the door, as he didn't want anyone walking in before he could finish explaining himself to the warlock. He took slow paces to the center of the room before stopping, and saluting proudly before they fell to his side. His hands shook as he sucked in a deep breath of air to focus himself. 

"[i]Allistair, I am not who you think me to be. I have been a part of this order for two hundred, and thirty years. I joined the order at twenty years old, and have been posing as my own son off and on. The rest of the time when I was in hiding I produced weapons for the order. Along with armor, and other protective trinkets for humans in mass production. For you see I am a daemon[/i]," Iabor said all of which on short nervous breaths.

As his whole body was trembling, he was scared of what the elder would have ordered done to him. Which made it hard to breath, and he soon removed his helmet revealing his deep purple eyes. In an attempt to breath easier. He held it easily at his stomach looking down at it for a second, before looking back at the warlock.

"I am a monster, and I am a coward. For I have hid this from everyone, I have even attempted to flee from it. But, this day I am done running, do what you will to me. Though know this, I have spent all of my life on earth I was born here, and raised by a human mother. I have lived as a human, raised to have human thoughts and beliefs. In return I have dedicated my life to protecting the human race, something by no means I regret. Even if I am to die this day I am happy," he said letting a small smile spread energy began swirling around him.

His body was soon enveloped by the energy, and soon two wings spread out flapping dispersing the energy. Standing in Iabor's place was a tall white demonic dragon with a black stomach, and throat. It's three tails swishing behind him as his feathered wings folded against his body, he would not lie he felt so free it felt amazing. His purple eyes glowing a solid color as they narrowed as Iabor looked Allistair in the eyes.

"[i][b]I am still the man you know me as Allostair. Just I've done far more then you thought[/I][/b]," Iabor said bowing his head his eyes closing.