Tempus listened intently to what Sumnor had to say. The mention of his demonic brother sent shivers down her spine. That beast was a brute. Many would say that he was solely doing the dirty work of Lucifer, But she believed it was much more than that. The though that one of her Pupils would be controlled by his brother was sickening, even more so that there was little predictions that ever failed to come true.

The on Sumnor's weapon had always intrigued her. He was correct in saying that only beings and objects derived from magic could defeat a demon. Sumnor's meele weapon was one of the few known weapons currently in existence, Another belonging to Lucifer himself, but the chance of having an up close view of that blade was slim. 

"As far as you and I know, your blade is not of demonic origin, and the symbols are similar to that of the ancient Gaelic language, however it has not been recorded in the Libary of Pandor." She rested her elbows on the table and intertwined her fingers resting her chin on the rest they formed. Staring at the blade for several seconds, she arched her eyebrows in curiosity, removing the shrunken scroll it enlarged on the table. 

As the seal broke a shine of blue light filled the room before diminishing. The scroll contained similar gaelic righting. "Looked like your mother knew something we didn't."  

Tempus quickly inspected the smaller blade that Sumnor often kept hidden. On many occasions she forgot that he even possessed such a small and delicate weapon. It, they now knew, also had an ability to slay the demons that confronted them on so many occasions. "Certainly." She smiled. They where now closer to unravelling the mystery behind Sumnor's weapons than they ever had been. All this thanks to a delayed scroll from an apparent 'dead' woman, who turned our not to be dead at all. She found that leaving it a couple of centuries rather odd. Surely she would of sent another scroll, but apparently not. 

According to what she could make out, the weapons had been forged at a certain location,  and used the essence of time to date the weapons back to before creation so that they could penetrate a demons flesh. Lucky for them that was her forte, however to repeat the process so many times would drain her dry. Best not to tell Sumnor that. As they had established before, best make do with what you have.

" I will have to collect some research to identify the location of forging. My guess would be a volcano of some sort, but best be sure. I will send the scroll to be translated by the high priest." She re-as.sured him, surrounding the scroll in a black swirling orb before it shot out of the tent, causing a female outside to scream, then followed by a clatter of something falling to the floor. 

Sumnor leant on one of the huge, thick wooden supports that held up his tent, listening to what she had to say about the weapons msot likely being forged in a volcano, "There is the possibility they were forged in hell itself... after all I believe we both know just how hot it is downstairs." He thought for a moment, "Then again I'm sure the angels would have a way of designing something like this..."

He heard what she said about the highpriest, smirking slightly at the mention of him, "Let's hope he agrees to help after the last time He and I met." Sumnor reclaed the m*censored*ive arguement they'd had about the origin of all demons, the priest of course believed that they were made my god, Sumnor knowing that they all used to be humans.

Sumnor looked over at Tempus as she sent the scroll off in a black orb. He thought hard and long, not entirely sure what his next course of action should be, deciding to sort his mind out best he could, "Where is my life going? after the war.... If I survive that is, what will I be able to do? go back to just surviving against the hunters, the human that hunt me relentlessly? Yet I still protet them when they bring the apocolypse on themselves."

"Yes, well, I'm sure i would be able to persuade him if he decides otherwise." she said rather smugly. Standing she grasped her staff tightly with her indured hand. It was plaaying up once more.

"Sumnor, I truly do not know." She turned her head to face the tent door, her emotions hiding any resentment she felt for this war, and for its end. Sumnor was right. Demons where not accepted as the elfs were. A plague of beings. Next to immortal, possible of living forever if they are well equipt. Thta why the humans feared them so. 

(-.- fail.) 

Sumnor listened to what Tempus had to said about persuading the high priest, "Always fun to watch a priest squeal, make sure I'm there to watch if you have to do it." Sumnor walked out like what he was, a man possessed, his demon form not being able to survive on this plain without his vessel. He got outside and rallied ll the troops in the immediate area, taking on the stance and confidence of a Leader and protector.

 He popped up the hidden blade he still had strapped to his left forearm, addressing the crowd of troops as if it was a lecture hall and he was their teacher, "This is a hidden blade, a lot of you didn't know I used them, mainly for killing demons, not this one... But the rest are embued by magic capable of killing any demon dead rather than just excorcising." The troops muttered amongst eachother, some shocked by this current revelation.

"Anyway, I'm not here to let you all gawk at me, I'm here to show you a few absic counter moves for when we get your blades forged and enchanted." A group of five traitors were led by their shackles and had them undone, all five of them looking confused in front of Sumnor. "Arm them." Swords and maces were tossed at their feet, they armed themselves according to personal preference and looked angrily at the demon that stood before them.

"First one to kill me get's him and his friends a full aprdon, no more death penalty." One of the troops pushed to the crowd, "Sumnor..." Sumnor winked to the female troop, showing her that there was no need to worry. One of the traitors wielding a mace swung high towards Sumnor's skull, going immediately for the killing strike. He leant backwards instinctively, the mace missing by an inch, before kicking heavily into the traitor's thig,sticking the blade in the artery, aacrch of blood flying high.

A second recruit slashed his sword upwards towards Sumnor's hip, meaning to wound before killing, The white haired demon merely flicked the sword arm away with a swift kick, the sword flying over the crowd, before ramming the blade through one eye, pulling it out and slitting the throat of another traitor.  The fourth and fifth shared cautionary glances, deciding to attack together, each swinging their hammers high and towards the shoulders of Sumnor.

He dodged right out of the path of the left traitor's swing, kicking high to catch the brunt of the force on the sole of his reinforced boot, before slashing the wrist that carried the hammer, cleaving through tendons causing the hand to go limp, before he put the man out of misery through the right temple. He then kicked the knee of the only remaining recruit, breaking it clean, punching to the chin to make him fall completely, falling on her and sticking her through the neck. He then stood and looked at the crowd nonchalantly, "You will all be taught to fight like that."

Following Sumnor out of the tent, Tempus stood just infront of the door flap several meters behind Sumnor. She shifted her weight onto the staff; The tent wouldn't have supported her weight. 

Survaying the ongoings, she watched as Sumnor informed the troops of his over all intentions. Nothing that surprised her, but when you have known soneone for over a century you tend to know a thing ore two about them. 

As the first of the tratoring troops where unshackled, you could see the determination hiding the dread of going up against Sumnor.  He was a sublime fighter and rarely missed an opening. The hardest oponent he had had to date was against his own brother. Compared to him, in age and in strength, these demons where mere infants. 

"You will all be taught to fight like that." They may be taught, but unlike Sumnor, they would only have a short period of time to do so. Something he always seemed to mis judge, time. Tempus however, never had it off her mind.