As the battle raged on, seeing and hearing, chain hit chain, steel hit steel, rage against anger, Vezex on a whole nother level of power, as he would randomly clash chain link with blade, he ad his father, not giving up, nor he backing down, although he probably should have, but he was far too gone to give up or bak down, he had been diven to this point to back down, or to be taken for joke.

As he started to now glide, moving as if he was on a slide, dogding and spinning in and out of existance, as their stance became the deadly dance of death, as he was never heard, right side of his chains everyonce in a while would have little bladed edges on the, as he would cut through the air, clashing with his father's sword. Watching his father make every move, he wasn't using his powers to see into the future, but he was using predictions, since he was so familiar of fighting with his father, as he watched the man, he could see it was almost to easy, but as he moved with his father, he used waves of energy to his fathers blade.

As their waves of energy clashed, Vezux began to become out of control, as if chains of black fire began to move like snakes, as he spun a off branch of a chain, swinging something that looked to be like it was a sword, but it was of a black fire, as he slashed it around hitting blades with is father, his father laughed, Vezux stayed silent, his eyes of mad deadly murder, cold, calculated, methodical, he had nothing but rage, and ice in his heart, and the more he faught the deadlier he became.

As if his anger was proving to be more powerful, the winds began to move around his hair, as if he was blending in with it, as he disappeared once more, appeared once more, moving fast, as he spun clashing swords with his father's swords, it was like his voices was his actions, as if he had nothing to say, but just felt like doing it all, like he poured all of his hatred into his battles.

"Are you sure, this is my nephew?" His uncle asked. 

"Pfft...who else would he be?" Gregori answered back

As Vezux fought his father, he could see the memories flooding back, one by one, no ending and beginning, of no return, with each slash at his father's sword, he could hear his mother's scream, he could hear his own scream, he could still  feel his own dispair in that moment, of probably never being able to see daylight again, of constantly being reminded how much he was helpless but to watch the torture of others, as the chains negated his powers, until they one day, they didn't realize, they had been switched. He would always be laughig in their faces, as he lie waiting to get back to his original strength, and when that day came he escaped, with everyone, and destroyed most of his father's work, but that day, he vowed he would take down his fathers and his passe.

With each step, the thunder sounded off, rolling in the sky, as lightening would start to hit the grounds around them, his father blinked, as Gregori smirked shaking his head, "I told you, your son is more dangerous than you would believe." 

"Wait...you are telling me..my son has this much powers...but isn't even at his full strength?" 

"That is exatly what I am saying."

"How do you know this?" 

"Haha, look at his origins, look at how he is fighting you..he isn't even breaking a sweat, he isn't even out of breath, but he seems to be using his anger to keep him fired up." Gregori said, with an eyebrow raised, Vezux shrugged, as he disappeared.

Vezux appeared before his father, swinging his chain and blade with his father, as the would clash in and out of existance, Vezux dancing to the dance of death, as if he was a blackened shell, again, he felt like everything was far off, suddenly as if something this time wasn't blocking him, but pushing him, he pushed out a huge massive wave fro his hand, as his father used his sword to do the same, clashing energy with energy, moving back and forth, as if they were fighting against strength and sheer will power, his energy that glowed with rainbow, the outlining darkened with black and gray, because he was nothing but death.

With each step he took , the echo of his chains brought on anticipation, as he fought his father with such brute force, as he would duck and dodge, and weave through his father's attacks, as he did, he would turn a swing back, like for like, whip for tear, as each memory became nothing more than a historian line on his soul, Vezux could see his mother being in pain, over and over again, as he fought his father.

"WHat do you think he is thinking about?" Gregori asked.

"Well, from the look on his face...I would say, he is thinking about his torture, and his past, he will never be able to move until he takes down his father, and destory his father's passe, and get revenge for his mother, and all the other helpless victims, that couldn't fight, or were too week to fight...I dont think he will be able to move on after that, I think his mind will be foreever stuck in the past, trying to run from it."

To be continued.....