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"Yeah?" Nephilis said to Daphne. "Me and you used to be friends. I introduced you to your future husband right there. I know you love him, but ask yourself this. And when you answer, I want you to look into his big doughy eyes and answer truthfully." Nephilis catches Dulceri in a gravity bind, preventing him from moving and cracks a toothy smile that dripped the venom of poised snake. "If you were in my shoes....if you had to fight to keep your country alive, would you, Daphne, not do all that it took even if by normal standards it was wrong?"

"Kenji!" Dulceri spoke in broken tones. "Attack! I can't fight like this." His eyes manage to turn to Daphne, sadness overflowing in them. "Don't answer his question. I don't care, just as long as I have you to fight by my side, I don't care."

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Ambrosia walked upon a man who seemed to be standing on a cliff face outside of town. The air around him was tainted...she knew his ability in seconds. "I take it that you can excrete a deadly airborne virus?"

"What? Who are you?!" He said, quickly turning around. "Don't move! I will kill you!"

"Just step down from there. You have far more to live for than I do. Please, you don't want to die."

"Don't tell me what I want, okay lady? I will ******** kill you!"

"No you won't. I have a power that keeps me from what I want. Death. You're lucky enough to be able to experience release, but not I. It is a cruel fate. I cry and sweat acid. Just step down from the cliff and everything will be okay. Just give me your hand and you'll be alright."

Kenji was about to aim a ball of sand straight for Nephilis as a distraction when he saw Charon turn into something else. Something more sinsister then his past masks. He let out a small shudder. If Charon was an angel, that being seems like the devil. He threw the ball of sand at Nephilis while he was distracted by the new arrival and turned towards Dulceri with a worried look. He walked over to him. "Dulceri..." was all he could manage to say. The war had taken a huge toll on his brother. He then glanced back at the new figure that took Charon's place and saw that he disappeared into a black mist. He looked up only to see a black light replacing the sun. A cold shiver went down his spine.

His cold and wicked eyes glared at Rygor. " Vermin like you will be crushed without mercy. " He said as he raised his black metal gauntlets and slashed at Rygor, each finger's blade was as sharp as a razor blade, and made of an unknown metal. When he swiped his claws left behind a small black and dark red vapor trail behind them, each strike was enfused with tiny microbursts of darkness that would act as a poison paralyzing what they slashed. The darkness would spread through the bloodstream and then halt immobilizing the body part, but still allowing blood flow to keep the person alive.

Glaring at Rygor he focused and created black chains which wrapped around Rygor's blade, ithey weren't meant to stop his blade but if he got hit by the chains it wouldn't hurt nearly as much as if he was sliced by the sword. In his open hands he created curved daggers each with what looked like demonic eyes near the handle. He thrusted forward with great skill and speed, because his weapons were almost weightless he could attack as fast as his body would let him. " Why do I fight? Well that depends on who you are asking, are you asking me? Damascus? Jack? Fayte? Charon? We are each one in the same person with very different characteristics and thoguhts asking me why I fight is like asking a puppet why it moves. " He said with a small laugh.

" In a way someone is pulling the strings they say when I can come out, however I am only a piece of the person pulling the strings that is my fate. I am nothing but a remnant of who I was I am no longer the man that hid from the wold afraid of progress, I am a far stronger monster then even Damascus. " He said as he swung his daggers which were blown out of his hands by the explosions, luckily for his gauntlets he was relatively fine. He once again began fighting with his gauntlets swiping and clawing at Rygor. " Hell? I do not know if it is hell, I have never died or gone to hell and I don't intend to die any time soon. " He said as he raised his leg for a roundhouse kick aimed at Rygor's ribcage. In response for his last comment he said. " My masks don't hide who I am on the contrary they free me! Each mask is a new body young and powerful for me to enter, each mask has it's own personality which is why there are such drastic changes in attitude, and that is the very reason I am telling you this,Damascus or Charon would have never revealed any of this information to anyone, but I am not repulsed nor do I dispise what I am. "

Thinking about his questions he was thrown into the air by his wave however, while in the air he did a backflip which left him floating in a standing position in the air. Hic dark red cloak had spreadout and seperated into two black large bat wings, his cloak was enveloped in darkness which allowed this to happen. His wings flapped gently as he finally answered. " I will not answer your questions there are some things even I know not to tell. I believe one thing very clearly, it is th only thing Damascus and I share, and that is that we both think a battlefield is for fighting, not talking. " He said a he flapped his wings sending dozens of tiny black shards at Rygor, the shards were mde out of his wings which caused him to drop to the ground gently, He was so far the strongest mask that was created he was basically the manifestation of all of the hatred, anger, sorrow, anguish, loss, and darkness that Charon had accumulated over his endless life, he simply channeled it into a physical state creating the darkest mask of all.