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''She is an angel, whilke I'm a demon.''

"Then what does she look like, other then an oppisite of you?"

''She is a silveryish creature with light green eyes and is rather hyper. But due to being lifeless right now, she's pretty silent. She has a pair of angel wings, which are golden and sparkle in the light. She als has golden claws.''

"She's not truly lifeless, not yet. Split apart, yes, but not lifeless"

''Split apart, yes. But her body is elsewhere. See anymore runes?''

"Not yet, you?"

''I see some symbols for resurrecting things.''

"any beasts or blood?"

''Just bones and skeleitons.''

"Anything thats looks like it could come from something other then human? normally human skeletons represents the sacrificer not the sacrafice itself"

''Theres a few human bones here, most have jewery and bibles.''

"Bibles? Check them there could be notes. That also means that their probably priests as well so this place must have some religious value"
She walked over to where dark was and began to shift through one of the leather bound books.

Dark picks up one of the old bibles, coughing from the dust. ''Most of the pages are burnt though, and it lookd like theres notes of why this tower was built, too.''

She tossed the bible aside, the pages were to urnt to read anyways.
"Anything would help, I've noticed alot of scorch marks to, a fire perhaps?"

''Perhaps some sort of fire occurred here. This time tower could have been burnt down once, and once ot was re-built I bet priests flocked to come here..'' Then he looked out the glass, and started to whine as a full moon rose outside.

Genet looked at Dark then followed his gaze.
"Are you going to transform again?"

''Full moon...'' He whined, backing away from Genet, halo starting to crack.

Genet mumbled mostly to herself.
"great, werewolf, again! And I don't think I could do that spell again"
She lifted her hand instinctively to touch the wend of her scythe on her back, it shone slightly in reply.

Dark changes painfully into his Were form, and whines, backing up into the walll, halo covered in cracks, wings ablaze and singing the glass to show a spell of sleep etched deeply, only seen when ash covered the cracks.

Genet noticed the sleep spell and, watching Dark in case he would attack, read the scroll's ancient writing.
"Fae blood, why is it always Fae blood!"
Fae blood was rare, the fae often had guards of tricked goblins or other, less intelligent species, they often had traps throughout their home and could also use various nature based magics. Not to mention that they are extremely cunning, giving the unweary the thing they want most only to let them find the sting of the "generous present". Finally, if you didn't draw the blood with a certain type of metal blade then the blood would become unpure and lose it's qualities. But they did make good sleep spells.
Genet searched frantically in her bag for the vial she needed.