Thread: A Nightmare or an Opportunity? (Vash x Nephratiri)

Things have certainly taken a mournful turn for most, and a breath of fresh air for others. The king of Inferno had fallen in an unexpected battle against the forces of Paradiso. It was very unexpected. There have been no recent cross words between the King and who the humans called God. While there may have been some small skirmishes between some small regiments, but nothing on such a scale that caused his father to fall. It was almost a full scale attack. Now that the king had fallen he left his throne to his only legitimate heir. His young son Dante . Many have openly welcomed the young prince into his rise as king, but there are those who were upset, to say the least, about a boy suddenly rulling the underworld. He was too young they said, in Inferno standards he was what they said, but by human standards he was at the age of 25. He has been bred to to take over the throne, but his training was only 34 of the way through and there was still much to learn. So he would now have to juggle royal lessons with all of the duties that his father had to do. He was participating in one of his lessons now, swordplay. Steel flashed across the training circle as Dante and his trainer fought hard against eachother. Dante himself was using a sword that had a long sword, medium width blade, that came to a small point to better pierce mail armor. The cross guard itself was large and swooped upward to look like wings, along with it being esthetically pleasing it added a defensive bonus with the wings surrounding the tang of the blade it acted as a place to catch the blade of an enemy. The blade was made out of a dark grey metal and the cross guard was made of black steel. His trainer used a blade stylized like a Katana. The blades clashed as the lesson carried on. As it did his trainer, and one of his fathers most trusted advisers, shouted at him. Faster Dante! Dante did so and the speed of his sword increased but it lost control and accuracy, that displeased his trainer. No no no! Your becoming too aggressive, if you give up control you give up everything. Dante continued as he was and the trainer decided to make a lesson out of this. He stepped back and left himself open to an attack. Dante saw this and swung hard at him. The trainer side stepped it and quickly closed the distance and placed his blade against Dante's throat, You see? You give up control for aggression and your opponent can take advantage of it. Dante yielded and the trainer ended the lesson. They both sheathed their swords and stepped out of the circle. Dante was glad the lesson was over, he wanted to go into the city today and take stock in the women of the city. One of the main complaints was that he had yet to find a life mate and he wanted to make quick of that so people would shut up and accept their new king. He quickly left tue circle and went for the front gates of the castle. The trainer knew of Dante's intentions and stopped him, Dante, remember what we discussed. If you are to go out into the city you must wear your armor. Dante groaned, Oh come on Azriel! Do I have to?! Azriel nodded, Yes, not everyone here has accepted you as king and they may decide to take action when you are vulnerable. Dante groaned again, But! Azriel quickly cut him off, No buts your majesty. This must be done. Dante submitted and went to the armory to gather his things. Once he had donned his armor he bursted out the front gates and into the city. Anxious to see what wonderful ladies if had to offer.