Razz kept studying, quietly. "Sorry if I'm acting like a bully. I just don't want anything to do with...whatever my supposed father did. I have my own life to live. I'm not angry with you..."

Iri was quiet for a moment as her tail moved and wrapped itself tightly against her body. She blinked slowly as words formulated themselves in her mind. "I was the closest person to your father and I did not see this one coming. I feel it is my fault for all of this coming on to you so suddenly. Had the council known of your existance before hand, I high doubt you would have lived any sort of human life." She then rested her head back onto her arms before adding, "They would have kept you at the palace under my watch." The demoness the turned slightly so that she was looking at the blankets once again. Everything was guess and check at this point, though at least Razz was calming down, even if it was just a little.

"It would've boiled over sooner or later," Razz reasoned, his tone flat, as his eyes scanned the book in his hands. "I would've been clueless, I guess..." He said nothing more. It seemed he wasn't budging on his previous decisions despite his calming down.

"More than likely they would have told me to raise you as a late bloomer. I would have had to tell you that you were a demon, you never would have known of your human side," Iri replied as she then rolled onto her back once again. It was like she was restless, which in a sense one could say that she was. "You wouldn't have to worry about this 'studying' thing, not in this sense anyway." Her eyes became distant for a moment as she recalled her own past. After a while though she turned to look back at Razz, her gaze softening slightly. She didn't know what it was but there was something about this boy. There was something that made her want to protect him more than anything, even if it meant having to leave him. Something in him told her that there was a greatness in him wanting and waiting to get out, but what it was, she had no idea.

"I want to study...I like learning..." Razz muttered, continuing his work. He was decent at school, though he fell behind in some areas of English and Mathematics since they bored him to death. "The only thing I don't like about my life right now is living with my parents...uptight, super-religious perfectionists..."

"I'm not saying that there wouldn't be things taught to you," Iri corrected. "There are many things to learn as a demon lord, and they are far more useful if I say so myself." She watched Razz as he worked, he seemed diligent in what he was doing, at least at the moment. "And as for someone being uptight, you'd have to deal with me. Which, from the looks of it, you're having to do now."

"My parents are ten times worse than you are in the uptight section," Razz assured her. "Trust me...they expect me to be perfect, polite, obedient...at all times. Makes me wanna deck 'em in the face sometimes...and I'm not a violent guy..."

"So what would really be so wrong with being raised as a demon then?" Iri asked him, now truly curious. "There are far less restrictions with such a living than there are for humans." Her tongue then poked her upper lip. It almost seemed like the boy was agreeing with her in a sense, or at least willing to hear her out.

"I wasn't raised as one. Therefore, I prefer my current life," Razz sighed, finishing up his studying. "That should be enough..."

Iri tilted her head to the side as she lay there, her hair splaying out around her. "Why not try something different, something new? It may be a breath of fresh air; something that you've needed for a long time." A small smirk came to her face almost as if she were gaining a little more of an edge in this conversation. She didn't see the harm in it though; in her mind she saw that being raised as a demon was much better. It would have been even better for Razz seeing as he was royalty. He could still get some of that life though, seeing as he had Iri, a centuries old demon who appeared no older than the male that was beside her.

"I like my life here. If I didn't have to stay with my parents, then it'd be better. But I want to stay here..." Razz trailed off, unsure of how to explain it. He couldn't stand living with his parents...but he liked this place, and he had friends here.

Iri shook her head briefly, apparently she wasn't gaining as much ground as she had originally thought. "I do not think you understand what I am saying," she stated tiredly as her eyes traced the wall up to the ceiling. "You come from a line of powerful demon lords, your place is in their palace. Just because you are there does not mean that you cannot freely travel dimensions or take people back with you." Her arms folded behind her head once again as she bent her knees, her feet resting on the bed. "You do as you please, that's really all there is to it. You can wage war, take mistresses, jump through space and time and no one is there to tell you that you can't. You sit higher than the high council though they may send people after you if they think you are going crazy. Other than that you just have to watch your back for your enemies."

"I don't want to be there...I want to stay here," Razz grumbled. "Tzal's parents are never home--he doesn't have anybody. We were planning to run away to Europe once we turn eighteen--our birthdays are on the same day..."

"That seems to be a childish thing for a couple of powerful boys," Iri said as she rolled her eyes. "Europe is just like the rest of this world; everywhere is the same, just different lanuages, that's really it. The food may be different but everywhere has their own variations. If you want something new and exciting you and Tzalmon would return to your families kingdom. Now that is a sight to see."

"How would you know if it's the same or not? You don't look closely enough," Tzal retorted, coldly. "I like it here. I don't want to go anywhere else..."

"I am much older than you may think young Rasputin," Iri chidded softly. "Since the passing of your father and before I have travelled many places and all over this world. It is not like me to miss details. To do such a thing would certainly lead to one's downfall." Taking in a slow breath she thought about Razz's other comment. "You are an odd human, though you may be half demon. There are many of your species that would kill to be able to travel where others cannot and yet you would pass it by. That I do not understand."

"I'm happy here," Razz muttered. "The only thing that makes me unhappy is the fact that I have to live with my parents for another year..."

"You shouldn't be complaining if you are happy then," Iri said as she shook her head in frustration. Letting out an exhasperated sigh the female then sat up. "If you are happy here then a small thing such as your parents should not be such a big deal. Shouldn't you be happy that you at least have someone to call your parents?" She was cracking. That place in Iri's mind that she had long since sealed up was starting to break. "You have people that care for you, people to call family. Is that so bad?"

Razz sat up, noting the strange tone in her voice. "They've taken care of me, sure...they're just...they're really hard on me, and they push me when they shouldn't. I can't live with perfectionists, with people who always expect me to be quiet and polite, and normal. I just can't do that."

"You think that's hard?" Iri nearly shouted at the boy as her eyes narrowed, the red around her iris returning once again. "You obviously haven't had a challenging moment in your life if such little expectations are hard for you. At least they're there for you!" She then shook her head vigorously. "You humans have it so easy." Her bright red eyes then fell on Razz. "So do you demon lords. You wouldn't know what hardship was even if it bit you on the butt." Her eyes were narrowed and seemed to glow in the darkness as what seemed to be a growl was laced in Iri's words.

"I wasn't raised like you. So, I guess not." Razz's voice had taken on a cold, tired tone. He pulled the blankets up over his head.

"It has become clear to me that this isn't going to work out," Iri stated bitterly at Razz's reaction. "You are not fit to be a ruler yet alone hold the key to free me. You are not willing to accept what has been lay before you." The female then scoffed, rolling her eyes as she pulled herself off of the bed. With a last look she said, "And to think, I thought you could have saved us all." With narrowed eyes the girl vanished into a purple cloud of smoke, only this time the veins in the ring did not reappear, it remained dead as if the girl had never been there.

"Fine...be that way..." Razz took the ring off and set it on the nightstand, curling up in bed. He felt terrible and had a pounding headache. "Too much is too much in one day..."

As soon as the ring hit the nightstand it disolved into a black powder and from there a mystical wind blew it away. Iri was back to a place she had been for many years, the saloon. "It was foolish of me to think that he would have been any help," she cursed herself as she paced the upstairs of the old building. "It was foolish of me to risk leaving here on a whim, out of curiosity." Her eyes narrowed at the window as she turned around and walked the other way.

"Very well, I gave your kind fair warning. I still must listen to orders from the high council regardless of my Sire's passing. It appears that his heir in not within this dimension." She then stopped in the middle of the room, her feet shoulder width a
part as her arms extended to her sides, palms open. The winds began picking up, quickly at that. Dark clouds rolled in with, sending angry bolts of lightning to the ground. Iri's eyes began swirling with black as her hair began to flow around her in the mystical wind in the enclosed room.

Razz, who did not like lighting, curled up under the blanket.

Tzal, with Momo in tow, was just returning, and he was yawning. "Ah...I need some sleep..."

Momo, a very old and powerful imp, didn't mention the strange weather. He instead set his mind on protecting these two, now that they were close together. "Go on and sleep." He used his powers to place all three of them in a protective barrier, where they wouldn't be hurt by anything at all.