His Purpose

[illusionmaster]

Thorban is still smiling, then a loud ticking sound is heard coming from Thorban.

"Look again Wraith," Thorban said as he walked onto the stage from behind the curtains, "I think you've got your misty hands on the wrong me. O well at least I have this." After he says that he pulls out a vial that encases some the wraiths mist

Thorban says, "See you below stage," then falls through the stage but there is no sign of a trap door opening. Just has his head falls below the stage he says, "Boom," and the fake him blows up.

[Evagorn]

The Wraith's eyes went wide. "What?"

The explosion rocked the near by region, dust flying high into the air. Damian stood, covered in sweat and panting a distance away. In the crater lay the singed Wraith armor.

"That was," he panted, and sat down "A close one."

He was more resourceful then I first assumed, he was the bomb all along. He was expecting us, and us alone.

"Seems so, so what do we do? Go after him?"

Yes, I cannot let him insult me this way, retrieve me at once!

"Right." Damian donned the armor again, but didn't put the helmet on.

What's wrong?

"I just used Wraith form, and then came out of it quickly, it puts a lot of strain on my body, I'll have to go without it for a bit or else I'll get torn up."

Very well, proceed down into the stage!

Damian clenched his hands several times, and also wiggled his toes and fingers. "Huh, troublesome."

What is it?

"Nothing, lets go." He ran to the stage and drop kicked a hole.

He thought, Its slowing, trouble. He jumped down after his foe.

[illusionmaster]

Down under the stage are vats of fuel, a giant vacuum hooked to the stage and to another device that had a vial sitting in it.

"I see you survived the first blast, but you're not in wraith form anymore very interesting. So that's the first test, on to number 2," Thorban replied as Damian came through the stage.

"Hmm, lets see...," Thorban said then kicked a hole into one of that vats of fuel. "This will do for now," then he sits down in a chair and waits for Damian.

[Evagorn]

"Huh, you really are insane aren't you?" Damian eyed the liquid, and the other surrounding instruments. "Tell me, was it always your plan to kill yourself? Judging by these vats of fuel, if a fire broke out here no one would be able to escape."

What are you doing, kill him before he sets them off!

"No worries," He set his helmet down on the ground and began to walk toward the deer demon. "Tell me, or better yet show me, how determined you are."

You fool!

[illusionmaster]

"Not until I find them. He told me he would help me find them. He told me that The Wraith could help me find them, but first I have to prove that you are The Wraith. As for my determination you will see it when the time comes."

Thorban pulls out the gun at his side and aims it at Damian, then says, "How will you prove to me that you are The Wraith?"

[Evagorn]

Damian laughed, a really haha laugh, not a I'm mocking you laugh. "Prove I'm the Wraith, that's easy," He took one glove off and raised that hand. "Shake my hand, and you'll see I'm the Wraith, but if that doesn't suit you, shoot me."

WHAT?! What are you doing?!

"If I'm really the Wraith, I'll live."

DAMIAN! You test my patience.

"Quiet."

[illusionmaster]

"Only he would shake your hand, and shooting you might harm the suit. So I'll burn you to prove that you are The Wraith or just a host," Thorban said.

He then put his gun away and pulled out a black bag, "This will be my proof," then he pulls out the vial from before, "When you can find me then I will have my proof. O, and you passed the 2nd test, see ya."

Thorban then stood up and walked through the wall just behind him and tossed a lit match into the fuel just before he fully disappeared.

[Evagorn]

I've grown tired of these games Damian, go kill him, now.

"Huh, this guy is a funny person," He watches as the flames picked up all around him. "Geez, how annoying, I think I want to kill him now." He grabbed his helmet and put it on.

Now do you see why I said to kill him, he is useless.

"I guess so, geez, he wants the Wraith huh? Here he comes." He snapped his fingers.

"Get ready." He flew straight and through the wall, without moving the flames or harming the wall.

[illusionmaster]

"I see you survived, and I'm sorry for Thorban's harshness," a pitch black figure said to Damian, "He has had some hard times in his life, and he is just looking for some answers. I'm sure that you would be a great help to me in finding what has been happening to the deer demons." The figure said this last line almost happily.

"Will you help me or will you let that mortal rage consume you?" the figure said then held out a black bag.

[Evagorn]

The Wraith stared at this figure, and laughed. He wispy body flickered, and his smile was like a rip in the dark fabric that appeared to be what his body was made of.

"It seems, you don't know what I am. I am the true Wraith, and I am the nightmare of all souls. I have always been, and always will be, so long as one heart, one soul has fear, I shall always live."

A chair appeared behind him, a strange chair indeed, and as it did he sat down. "So tell me, before I agree to help you, who are you?" He fiddled with the chair, it was an electric chair.......

[illusionmaster]

"I do not see why I should tell you, since you can not do me any harm. I will give you a riddle, and if you can figure it out I will tell you who I am.

Here is your riddle. Darkness rampages among the houses opposite security.

When you think you have figured it out tell me what you think the answer is.

[Evagorn]

"Hmm, a pity, I've no time for foolishness then." He got up and his chair disappeared. "Riddles bore me, and now so have you. If I cannot kill you then I'm afraid we're done here, you've been most useless to your cause." He laughed a bit and vanished into a wisp of black smoke.

Bummer, if all the deer die you won't be able to gather their fears anymore.

I know, but I'm afraid that's out of my hands, though I would prefer them to survive, I won't go out of my way to do it, I have other things to do you know.

Sure you do, dang spirit.

Silence, lets go home.

Right.

[illusionmaster]

Hmm, I really did want to know what was making the deer demons disappear, but I guess none of this really helped. Tharsus thought to himself while looking out into the meadows.

Tharsus then waved his hand and the stage and all of the chairs disappeared. Maybe I'll have better luck next time when I find Thorban again.

Tharsus turned around and the black figure disappeared. Until next time Wraith, until we meet again. Tharsus thought, then walked away.