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.

Becoming deadly, as if he was death himself, was never easy for Vezux, in someways, he had to call in his inner beast, to make certain choices, for the better good, a choice that he wish he didn't have to do, but he knew within himself that if he didn't do it, his father would do it all over again, or over time become worse.

As Vezux would become deadly part of death, making no such sounds to the senses, he stood there cold, deadly, such calculations, silent, as his father the blue demon, came at him, swinging his sword, becoming such a shadow, as Vezux started to disappear as if he were a mirage to his father's eyes, and then appeared around the other side of his father, as if needed no mirrors, he needed no reflection, he was nothing but death and fallen shadow, using the powers of his inner beings, and what ever he had just became.

"What in gods name?" Gregori asked in a low whisper.

"You are asking the same question, I have been asking myself for the last hour, since the transformation has been going down." Vezux's uncle said, as he looked over at the battle that was in the begining stage.

"Will you two shut up, while a figure out what reflextion he is using to do this technigue..." His father yelled back, as Vezeux let his head fall to the side, as he spun around, and dropping through the ground, as if nothing was standing there.

As Vezux spun, disappearing throug the ground, as spun back up, but not in the same place, only behind his father, as they gave him a warning, Vezux swung his chains of deathly fire, making his father fly backwards, Vezux stood there with his cold, methodical, calculated stare, his eyes, where of nothing but white, with black around the edges, he was nothing but death, and who ever where to touch him in this stage, if they were his enemy, would surely die.

As Vezux stood there, he watched as his father went flying from his attack, it was like he was being thrown back ast the bushes his uncle, and Gregori hid in, he wasn't in the mood to talk, he just looked their way, seeing their shocked faces, mae him think he looked pretty horrid, or really scary looking. As his stood there, he could feel the transformation becoming stronger, as mouth mask, made of smoke appeared over his lips, keeping him from talking.

He watched as his father slowly started to groan, moving a little, As his father slowly got to his feet, and shook his swips, slapping at him, Vezux easily ducked and dodged each swing, as his father let his whip stop, hitting the ground, Vezux swung his chains of black death, letting it his his father's whips, tangle with his chains of death, as his father growled, he let his chains turn into blades, as he pulled his chains of deathe back, he swung them again, slicing his father's flesh, watching as the blood spurted around the area his father was standing.

"What in gods name are we seeing?" Vezux's uncle looked at Gregori, in horror.

"I told you..he isn't week." Gregori said, as he kept watching Vezux.

"Is that from his power, os anger?" His uncle asked.

"That is from part of his parts....years worth of degradation, torture, anguish, horrors played on a continuence, in his mind, his nightmares such in reality, what ever they did to him, he changed from when he was younger, he still had that innocence about him, but there is a sadness there, almost like he is forever tormented." Gregori stated, with sympathy in his voice. 

"So that thing that he transformed in?" His uncle asked.

"Legend has it, its called the silent Deathly Angel, but I don't think it is angel, I have only read about it, never seen it up close and personal this thing , is deadly, you touch that, and you are his enemy, you can burn instantly." Gregori stated, as Vezux's uncle gasped in Horror.

Vezux let them become like background sounds to him, as he zoned them out, the anger residing within him, began to eat away at him, as his father disappeared, and appeared behind him, Vezux turned letting his chains clash with his fathers weapons that looked to be like swords, changing again, he could hear his father laughing insanelly, like he had lost his mind, but in all reality, it was Vezux who had lost his mind, feeling his powers buring with his anger, as Vezux Jumbed back, then suddenly moving forward, coming out of nowhere, clashing chain with sword, as the sparks flew out, but with out Vezux making noise.

"So, why can I not hear Vezux?" His uncle asked.

"Because, he is in the one of the deadliest transformations, if you can't hear him, then you can't see him, if you can see him, then that is just as bad, if he is  black fire, and you cant hear him, you are screwed, because, when his weapons are coming at you, you want to hear him coming, you want to see him, other wise you are no match, you might as well burn yourself, and be done with it." Gregori said as he looked back over at Vezux, to see him disappearing, they gasped.

As if Vezux disappeared, and spun, apon jumping at the same time, hitting his black fire, and death chains with his fathers swords, once again, not making a sound, as they clashed their weapons making sparks spute out, Vezux disappeared, appearing again, as he appeared, coming back around to clash with hsi weapons once more, his father, spurt out blue fire at him, Vezux disappeared, as if he was nothing more than air, he watched his father smile at him, but again, he gave nothing away, as if he had a poker face, a dead face, no emotions, no expressions there, as he danced with his father.

To be continued....

Dorian Gray was thinking out loud, considering whether he should place some more trashcans around the Streets. He was thankful to have acquired a great number of them, as pollution seemed to be a big issue these days.
At the moment he spoke his mind, from out of nowhere, LondonHolmes spoke up and openly agreed. cutie laughed in a supporting way.

So DorianGray decided to go to his warehouse, get a trashcan and ask LondonHolmes to place it right here, where the filth was.

Don't break your back over it, LondonHolmes, it's the biggest size, the one that contain the most trash..

As many trashcans there were nowadays, cutie was almost guaranteed that she wouldn't have to see any more people littering on the streets or dropping their rubbish on the ground for people to step over. Unfortunately, somehow, there was a particular area along the footpath - unoccupied by a trash can. 

She wasn't completely saddened by it, but it did pain cutie to see yet another circumstance where people didn't know how to be responsible for their own filth. 

"Thank goodness for people like you DorianGray. Keep up the charity work!"

cutie decided to help out as well, even picked up a few scraps up off the ground, and suddenly the streetscape was vibrant again.