His Father finally being taken down, put to sleep, internally sleeping, to only wake when Vezux decided to wake him up. Seeing that day had turned into the night, Vezux put his swords unto their shieths, staying in his transformation. He Didn't feel like transforming back, incase something were to break out again, he would be ready. Looking to see his siblings, were staring at him, as if he had changed his features again, he blinked at them.

As if they understood that he needed them to understand what he was becoming, his brother and sister nodded and made an opening for him to walk through, but only he wasn't walking, he was mostly gliding, because if he walked, he would kill everything he touched, for he was the black fire of death. As he glided instead of walked, he started off slow and low, watching as explosion after explosion happen around him, as he dodged, getting faster, he wasn't much for talking, seeing as how he had just tooken down his father.

He knew he had to get someone where to think, before he lost his thought of concentration, he knew sooner or later, Childhood memory, after childhood memory, woould be sprung on his mind, he needed a peice of mind, he need somethin quiet, somethign not nerve wracking, something peaceful, he knew exactly where to go. 

"Is he alright?...do you know where he is even going?" His uncle asked, as some of them started to follow him.

"I don't know...but we should probably follow him, something tells me if we leave him alone, well he might do something stupid." Shikon said, finally actually speaking for the second time, everyone had to do a double take at him, just to see if he actualy talked.

Vezux ignored them all, as he disappeared, feeling as if he was left alone in this world, now having no parents, feeling as if he was the only one who was treated as such, as he sped up, movin around, the explosions although it wasn't necissary to even do such actions, he didn't want to be bothered, he just wanted to breathe, and he wanted to get his mind in order, and he needed to be alone to do that.

As he came to a dead stop, he was near the water, but needed to calm down before he touched anything, he sighed, stuck in that transformation, he needed secra but she was too far way right now, some one was probably going to think it out, it was what he did best, he was too tired to be bothered with other's thoughts or pulse to always come at him, and bother.

As kind of sat there, in indian style, floating like a inch above the ground, as he looked out onto the water, he could see the wind effected it, ripples, like cause and effect, wondered if he could be considered a monster now, he looked down at his hands, trying to figure out why did he have to go so far, just to get respected? did he have to prove a point that bad? was it that important? yes it was, his father had taken everything that made him good, kept him always happy, that kept his mouth shut.

Sitting there remembering his mother, how beautiful she was, he could see how much missery had been brought onto him, how much he stood by and watched, because he couldn't do a thing, to even help, to even stand up for what he believed in, he hated all of that, he took a breath, there had to be away to calm down, he had never been so upset before...well maybe upset wasn't the word for it.

As he sat there and thought about everything, suddenly he could hear it, at first it sounded like a small wave of a wind, then it got louder, he could hear something cutting their air, and it sounded thin, but sounded average size, and as he raised his hand, closing his hand into a fist,  catching th arrow in mid-air, as he opened his eyes, and he let his crumble in his hand, as he feeling utterlly annoyed, hearing a small foot steps coming at him, he got up on feet, still an inch above the ground, he looked at what looked to be a child, he let his head fall to the side, seeing a woman that seemed to screaming, he sighed.

"What in the gods are you doing here?" He whispered, as he watched the woman stop, and look at him, in horror.

"I...I-I came to get my child....please don't kill us..."She said, as she gave a whimper, seemed to be stuttering over her tongue a bit.

"Hey, why don't I take you two to go get a blanket or something.." Ilyana said, as Vezux turned around and started to move away from them.

Felling the effects of the war hitting at his brain, he almost fell to knees, feeling at a loss, at how much anger he had, and how far he was willing to go to take down his father, he often wondered would he die if he had to kill his own father, that he didn't know, although he was prepared to die, but would he make that sacrifce?....heh...he didn't know how to go about that, or what to even think of such a thing, but what he did know, he had a lot of blood on his hands, but he knew he had to do it, and his was his responsibility.

As he started to calm down, it was like a fire being neutralized, turning back to his originaly beautiful form, he rolled his eyes, as he normal white blue tipped hair appeared, and his eyes turned back to a normal color, he thought about how happy secra seemed to make him, he smiled under hist mouth mask, at the thought of gicing her a hug. Apon thinking about all of that, he suddenly heard those padded feet, he raised a brow, as he turned to look, seeing his brothers,  come up, with a smile, and out peeked Secra, he didn't know what to think, as his feet hit the ground finally. 

Instead of even thinking about it, he hoped to see her running up to him and giving him a hug, because as she were to do that he would her hug her back, kind of picking her up, and kissing her cheek. "Finally...it is over...I hope." He said, kissing her cheek, quietly.