There was a sense of awkwardness in the air, Blanc just didn't know what to say. In a last-ditch effort to the keep their conversation alive, the girl asked for his name once more. "My name? Its Blanc. It means White in French. Isn't that funny? Hahahahahahaha." He tried to laugh, but it just turned into a light sob towards the end. At the rate this was going they'd both be bored to death by the end of the night. The silence was finally broken when High-Summoner Realmor entered the room. He spoke a few words then turned towards Blanc. "So, Isiel chose you did he?" This caught him completely off guard, Blanc didn't remember telling anyone the name of his summon. How did this guy know that he was in possession of Isiel? When he tried to speak he was just caught off by the Realmor leaning in and whispering in his ear. "Do you want to control it? I can help you, just come with me." The words lingered in his mind, if he was able to control Isiel, he'd be able to go back to how things were. He had no choice but to accept. Standing up, he followed Realmor out of the room. He didn't even stop to say goodbye to his guest. The two walked for quite sometime, not a word was spoken between the two. They arrived at the administrative building and went into one of the back rooms. Waiting for them was a portal that would take them to their destination. "After you." Blanc stepped through the portal, little did he know this would be the last time he saw Ason High.
It was cold, dark and even slightly damp. The only sound was of water dripping from the pipes above. Where was he? Why hadn't Realmor followed him through the portal? Something was obviously wrong, this had danger written all over it. Not having a choice he summoned Isiel and put his back up against the wall. If anyone came for him, he was going to strike. Moments passed and no one arrived, sounds of movement came from outside the door, but no one entered. They were waiting for him, if he wanted to escape he would have to make the first move. This will be the last time we speak Blanc. Things would have turned out differently if you would have stopped resisting. Isiel finally spoke, it seemed strange at first that he had been being quiet for once. "What do you mean?" Blanc still hadn't caught on, he had no idea what Isiel was walking about. You were meant to die at this moment since the day you were born. Just it accept it and let me take control. Isiel was laughing maniacally, he knew Blanc was cornered with no way out. "I will not die here! You'll see." Tightening he his grip around Isiel, Blanc charged forward through the door, this was his last stand.
There was a blinding flash of light, the voices around him grew quiet. Blanc was disoriented, but that didn't stop him from swinging his sword. He was expecting screams of agony, but there was only laughter. When his vision returned he was greeted by the sight of twelve robed men who were standing around a circle. They were all silently chanting. The source of the laughter was Realmor. There he stood in the center of the circle, this was all a plan conceived by him. "So you finally decided to come and join us? You also summoned Isiel, that will make things a lot easier for us. Now come and accept your fate. Kneel before me and maybe I'll make your death less painful." He didn't want to listen, but his legs moved against his will. Isiel was controlling him, forcing him to take steps towards his fate. "I can't die, not yet. There is so much to do, I was going to change the world. Why me? WHY ME!" Blanc had completely broken down, he no longer tried to uphold his cold demeanor. Tears rolled down his cheeks and he kneeled in front of Realmor. He couldn't understand why this was happening to him. "Its simple. When you were chosen by Isiel, you weren't chosen to be his summoner. You were chosen to the replacement for his physical form." The chanting grew louder as the ritual took place. All hope was lost, there was nothing Blanc could do to fight. "I only have one regret. It's that I never took the time to make any friends. I lived my entire life keeping my distance from others. If only I could have been happy, at least once. Then I could accept dying here....." Looking up at the ceiling Blanc took his last breath. "I'll be sure to save you all seats in hell." Those were his last words, no less than a second later he drove Isiel into his heart. Death was immediate, as soon as the blade pierced his chest he was gone. That was the power of Isiel. The ironic thing was that it took dying for him to realize the value of life. He had taken it all for granted.
"The end of all life as we know it has begun. The great demon lord Isiel has been giving physical form once more. There is no stopping it, the only thing you can do is run."
It was cold, dark and even slightly damp. The only sound was of water dripping from the pipes above. Where was he? Why hadn't Realmor followed him through the portal? Something was obviously wrong, this had danger written all over it. Not having a choice he summoned Isiel and put his back up against the wall. If anyone came for him, he was going to strike. Moments passed and no one arrived, sounds of movement came from outside the door, but no one entered. They were waiting for him, if he wanted to escape he would have to make the first move. This will be the last time we speak Blanc. Things would have turned out differently if you would have stopped resisting. Isiel finally spoke, it seemed strange at first that he had been being quiet for once. "What do you mean?" Blanc still hadn't caught on, he had no idea what Isiel was walking about. You were meant to die at this moment since the day you were born. Just it accept it and let me take control. Isiel was laughing maniacally, he knew Blanc was cornered with no way out. "I will not die here! You'll see." Tightening he his grip around Isiel, Blanc charged forward through the door, this was his last stand.
There was a blinding flash of light, the voices around him grew quiet. Blanc was disoriented, but that didn't stop him from swinging his sword. He was expecting screams of agony, but there was only laughter. When his vision returned he was greeted by the sight of twelve robed men who were standing around a circle. They were all silently chanting. The source of the laughter was Realmor. There he stood in the center of the circle, this was all a plan conceived by him. "So you finally decided to come and join us? You also summoned Isiel, that will make things a lot easier for us. Now come and accept your fate. Kneel before me and maybe I'll make your death less painful." He didn't want to listen, but his legs moved against his will. Isiel was controlling him, forcing him to take steps towards his fate. "I can't die, not yet. There is so much to do, I was going to change the world. Why me? WHY ME!" Blanc had completely broken down, he no longer tried to uphold his cold demeanor. Tears rolled down his cheeks and he kneeled in front of Realmor. He couldn't understand why this was happening to him. "Its simple. When you were chosen by Isiel, you weren't chosen to be his summoner. You were chosen to the replacement for his physical form." The chanting grew louder as the ritual took place. All hope was lost, there was nothing Blanc could do to fight. "I only have one regret. It's that I never took the time to make any friends. I lived my entire life keeping my distance from others. If only I could have been happy, at least once. Then I could accept dying here....." Looking up at the ceiling Blanc took his last breath. "I'll be sure to save you all seats in hell." Those were his last words, no less than a second later he drove Isiel into his heart. Death was immediate, as soon as the blade pierced his chest he was gone. That was the power of Isiel. The ironic thing was that it took dying for him to realize the value of life. He had taken it all for granted.
"The end of all life as we know it has begun. The great demon lord Isiel has been giving physical form once more. There is no stopping it, the only thing you can do is run."