As Vezux saw his father standing before, he became disgusted by the minute, just looking at him made him want to puke, or made it was lastnight's feeding that hit him, heh, yeah it was definitely from looking at his father, as the memories all seem to come back in a flood of waves, he took a deep breath, concentrating on his anger.

"Hello Vezux, long time no see, should have a talk sometime." His father said, although to Vezux it seemed his father's voice dripped with either saracasm, or regret, he couldn't really tell which, maybe it was a bit of both.

"Yeah...we definitely should....when do you want to have that conversation...now? or when I kill you?" He said, as the wind spurred up, just from the anger from his  words, almost as if Vezux's emotions was mixed into his powers.

"Hmm, Don't know, I haven't thought about it."

"Well, Maybe you should start now." 

"OOooo, So demanding, I am so scared." 

"I could scare you, and you know with all your sarcasm, something tells me you are scared of me, deep down, other wise you wouldn't have ran from me." Vezux said, letting ice drip from each syllable in his voice.

"Spoken like a true beast," His father said, as Vezux rolled his eyes, not impressed by the compliements his father was giving out, he hated such things from him.

"you are speaking as if that is a good thing...because of you...I can do things that make people run from me, feel repulsed by me....you have a clue what that feels like?....Lose all of the people you love, by your hands....or they run from you once they find what you can really do?...or who you really are." Stated Vezux, a coldish Sarcasm, dripping thich from his words, but it was the truth.

"Okay...you are upset, I wish I can take it..." Vezux stopped him.

"Haha...haha...Upset?....haha, upset isnt even the word I would call it...haha, I anguish might come close...but I don't thnk there is any words for such grave pains you have caused me, for such pains you have made me suffer, or even given me...you know you were supposed to be my father...I shouldn't even call you that...because you don't even represent the word at all..you are nothing but a fake symbol that needs to be take down a notch." Vezux stated, speaking in a such a deadly tone, that it almost sent a wave of power towards his father.

As he and his father were about to start their dance, Vezux smirked, as he disappeared, and appeared behind his father, bending his arm and raising hit up, aiming it at his head, apon hitting him in the back of the head making him fly, Vezux then Raised his mouth mask over his lips and nose, Not letting his father away this time, it was time to take his father down a notch.

As his Father slowly ot up, using his hands for support, he looked over at Vezux, Vezux's eyes, was clouded over, the only color was the white blending into a black, at the edges of his eyes, his father seemed to be in utter shock, that his own son could even hit him, let alone make him fly, Vezux looked at him and shrugged, eeing Gregori and his Uncle, as they seemed to look at him Shock.

As he shrugged their looks off, as Horns began appear, they were already there, but with anger and power, then tend to grow, turning into a crown, made of horns, he didn't give the satisfaction of letting his wings appear, he kept those quietly hidden, for now, as his father finally stood up, his father laughed, Vezux growled, as huge wave of energy decied to slip out, going right for his father, pushing his father back, again his father looked at him, taken a back, more like he looked shaken.

"Come on son..can't we at least talk about this?" His father asked, as he turned for Gregori and his brother's help, they held their hands up.

"UHm...I think that conversation was long gone when kissed his mother, or when you killed his child, or when you took his life away, or when you you know...made him watch everyone he loved get tortured?" Gregori said, as Vezux's uncle nodded.

His hair looked to be a complete black fire, if it were ever touched while in that state, it would instantly kill you, The black fire is the burning of life, it was like death, it could either take way life or giveth, but it could never destroy life, unless of course it was Vezux, since he was from all species of the supernatural, well good luck trying to tell him no, then as Vezux saw his father, disappear with a sword in his hand, Vezux turned a little to the right, and clasped his hands together catch the blade before it cut into him, he blinked feeling bored, as he pushed foreward and again threw his father back, quite a bit aways.

As his father sighed, nodding, knowing he should be taking his son more seriously, but his father always though things between, Vezux and he was more of a game, as Vezux swung his word, his father matched, Vezux not even in full transformation, but his father hadn't even transformed, they both jumped back, taking a thought, they shrugged it off.

THen suddenly his father, transformed into the blue demon he was meant to be, laughing at Vezux, Vezux shrugged, as his father came at him, their blades clashed, he hated his father, and the way that he fuled his anger, but he used instead of letting it controll him, as they growled, and he and his father, using engery as the winds sped up, instead of it hitting them, it only hit against the waves, and Vezux out his father's engery waves.

Vezux could feel the innnocence leaving his soul, becoming dry and black, leaving him in the dark, from his own aggression,  He spun clashing blades with his father, they then happened to take a step back, he could feel his anguish eating him up, burning him alive, making him blacker than he ever wish to be, taking him to a dark path, that he may or may not come back from.

Vezux becoming so cold, not speaking a word, not even a whisper, as he clashed blades with his father, he couldn't even be heard from anyone, this technique was taught by his brother, as he would even once in awhile touch the part of the earth, his outter aura, or the waves of his powers tend to effect the earth, killing parts of it, he lost himself in the dance of death, for he was only silent, not even a whisper, you couldn;t even hear him breathe, not even a squeek, he was a deadly aponent that would end his father's reign.

To be continued....

DorianGray puts a garbage can in the streets, as he is doing that a lot lately

After a short cab ride from Downtown Seattle, the newly named Boeing Field airport
Artie found Vezux in a heap in the street clutching a bottle in a brown bag.  He had heard him talking about transformations, blue demons and various things that didn’t seem to make sense.  Artie took the bottle out of the bag; it said

Top Notch Scotch

Single Malt Honest Whisky

Distilled Just The Way Clan McTavish Did Back Home
 

Artie opened it and sniffed it, that did not smell of anything remotely related to whisky.  Not even the worst whisky would smell like that. 

Then it hit Artie, the smell reminded him of when he had been decorating his house recently.  Yes…it had been distilled all right but from pine resin and not barley. 

Vezux was drinking turpentine.  That was causing the hallucinations and visions.

This could be a public health outrage.  Not only that, besmirching the good name of single malt whiskies all over.