Zol and Don continued to break their bones, bleeding and tearing each other apart, the viciousness of the scene was a lot to experience if you were a bystander, but these two continued to increase the violence as they spat horrible words at each other, though carefully crafted to come across as impersonal, somehow amazing each other with their craftiness every time, perhaps this was infinite novelty for the love of the fight - the love of life was what it was all about - but Zol didn't care - he had story to tell with his life - rather than fighting this battle of wits and skill any longer, he saw his opportunity and delivered the fatal blow. Although the sense that he was an inevitable step in his understanding was so detailed to the point that someone might find it scary, the man resembled the same strangeness in coincidence as he could possibly believe before he could fathom it, although he was an Eternal Warlord, and did not care for a victory if it was not a true victory, and he had yet to lose, with the exception of an incredible amount of mercy shown by his opponent's for their respect of his skill and attempt's to see him at full strength, Zol continued his arm through his enemies heart as he walked off casually, back to his home, where he was most comfortable, although he needed to shower as he was still covered in blood, though as an Eternal Warlord, he healed quickly, and was already back to normal. He questioned even the fact that the "Young Prince" seemed to be an ideal form, being younger with deeper comprehension, Zol couldn't help but be entertained to the point of frustration for the lack of seriousness of his opponent to underestimate him as he prepares to rise to the occassion. He needed a decent challenge to hone his skills further, he was fed up with the rigid pace of comprehension, although excessive in speed, he felt he could be having more fun, living. It seems with this realization he had gotten caught up in things, deciding to carefully examine his thoughts and do what he can to be who he desire's to be, as that is all anyone can do, even the seemingly most evil of existence's, have a heart, there is no point in ever saying they had a heart once, when the reality is that Zol had so much heart it scared people, and left him lonely now after killing his only friend.
A truly tragic turn of events, but life keeps going, Zol took his time as he consolidated the understanding of his skills. He was not heartless himself, born a human, he still had a few things he was uncovering about himself, but due to how impartial he always was, no one in particular could appreciate his skills, and slow down the speed at which he was gaining comprehension. Potentially this was something to consider as Zol continued his meditation practice, considering that it was weird how things it all came together, Zol considered a lot of things, like what Don had said about there being two mysteries figures who had carved the way before us. Zol was keen on understanding the way of things, and if it was carved out by people before him, he wondered if at some point he would be clearing a way. Though he'd had to do this many times in his life, he understood of course, this was meant on a deeper level of meaning, one so deep that the strange things happening to Zol and the speed he was gaining what he seeked out when looking to understanding of the way of things, it all felt planned. Zol and Don had gotten in a disagreement over the quality of the restaurant, and both of their urge's to fight were on the edge already, perhaps Don only pretended to be upset to have an excuse for to start the fight, but Zol finished it, and although he felt lonely, he did not regret it, he never regrets anything. Realizing just at this moment - he hadn't successfully fought off his insanity... it was a chilling thought, maybe insanity was just a word and he was as clear minded as ever, but his cold indifference for killing someone who he realized was never trying to kill him, was sickening, it hit him all at once. No longer meditating, Zol was crying.
Rain drops fell over the home he had bought with money earned not through violence but through hard work in his own efforts to create successful businesses that ran on their own without the need for any of his input, Zol lived a stable life of luxury, without anything to worry about, except Zol felt the need to continue fighting off the wicked, down to his core, he was a human too, and had a heart like any. On the floor he wept, he cried for a long time, trying to figure out everything that brought him here to have considered such actions ok, but he realized the only way was to let his emotions run their course. He considered what he loved, having thought to have had a love for combat itself before, crying for a friend was new to him.
-------------------------------------------------------------
Knocking on the door, a bloody man stood outside a luxurious home in the rain, washing the blood away into a pool where he stood, ominous to anyone who may have glanced out their window to see, though it was a quiet night, not a single person walking the streets. Taking a while to open, the door finally swung open as a tall white haired man stood there facing the bloody man.
"You didn't think you could get rid of me that easily do you?"
Don smirked as he delivered the cocky phrase, though perhaps undeserved as he had lost the fight, and was still clutching at his heart where Zol was sure he had put his hand right through, yet the hole had closed, and here he was standing there.
"You..."
Speechless, Zol attempted to understand how Don could have survived, he was going to ask, but didn't want to risk choking on his voice which was still raw from his sobbing sessions he had just finished in a hurry to get the door.
"Why do your eyes look so sad? Is that a tear I see? Were you crying? Don't cry man, I forgive you"
Don said with a knowing smile. Although he could come across as cocky, he wasn't blind to emotions and didn't want to hurt anyone's, if Zol had felt bad about his lack of mercy in a fight he knew he might die in, even though he was holding back, Don had learned a thing or two about kindess.
"To be honest, I was, don't make some snarky remark about it, I'm glad to see you, but it was nothing too personal."
With a smile and a nod, Don expressed that he wouldn't harp on Zol for his display of emotion
Remaining composed, yet honest, Zol was ready to see things in a bit of a new way, maybe he didn't ever need to kill anyone, even if the most seemingly evil person is trying to kill him, he believed it'd be better to seal and confine them in a dungeon somewhere rather than kill them. Inviting Don inside to shower and offering him a change of clothes, he noticed that once he was done cleaning up, he no longer clutched his heart or had a limp in his step, truly remarkable.
"How did you manage to survive, you must tell me."
A secret young one, a secret.
"Did you just call me young? You appear to be much younger than me."
Zol expresed his curiousity, though Don only gave a knowing smile; implying that was a secret as well, as he sat down at the dinner table to eat the food Rodney had brought out.
Rodney was a bit concerned, Zol having brought a bloody stranger home, not usually having guest's yet having two very recently, he decided to dismiss his concern's believing them to be his inability to fathom the hidden mystery of this man.
Pour himself a glass of whiskey, Zol put down the expensive bottle of liquor, as he prepared to take a sip, Don said:
"You drink that evil substance?!"
Stopping and asking in return Zol said:
"Evil? What is wrong with a small drink of whiskey?"
Zol rebuked.
"It's deception, lad, I'm surprised you made it this far with such a nasty habit, it's ability to keep you drinking it and convincing yourself that it is ok and always just outside of what you thought was possible to comprehend. It's insidious in it's ability to do this and you can never be unphased by it."
Taking in his word's, Zol put down his glass and decided to listen, not particularly concerned with the idea never drinking it again, especially if Don spoke the word's, and assuming he was serious when he said evil, Zol preferred to remain away.
Eating in silence for a while, the two ate enough to feed ten men, having just recovered from such an intense battle, they needed to recover like any other, with food. Various fancy dishes came out of the kitchen, expertly presently by Rodney as he questioned how they were able to consume so much food, though he kept up the pace as Rodney prepared every dish, an expert in the kitchen as well, he balanced his time carefully as he moved quickly to make so much food at once. Truly a master chef as well, Rodney was a top of the line professional with years of training. With green eyes and blonde hair, he was an attractive young man with a slick haircut, though to pay the bills he became Zol's servant, much to his surprise as the man continued to defy expectations.
Relaxing after the meal, Zol found no reason to send his friend on his way, perhaps his thought's of insanity and being such a cold person to be able to kill someone with no regrets, to be not true, as he felt bad now for ever person he had ever killed, promising to himself to never kill again. The Eternal Warlord continued his comprehension of things, though without too much effort as he enjoyed his time with his friend.
Both enjoying simple novel things, together they played a game of chess, truly a duel of the mind and a much less violent way to battle as they found no need to partake in conversation, only stopping to think for a moment as they moved the piece's quickly, both passing their turn back and forth to each other with such speed that they were playing another game simultaneously, the game of poker face as they attempted to not reveal how far ahead they were ready to move, increasing the speed with each move until...
*topple*
"Checkmate my friend."
Don had beaten him, much to his surprise, after only a few attempts, as it was Don's first time playing and he was still becoming accustomed to the detail's of play at the highest level. Surprised, Zol expressed a slight curiousity towards the level of Don's talent as well, challenging him to a rematch.
The two played chess for a few more hours before Don excused himself and left. Zol now alone, picked up his book to continue reading the new release he still hadn't finished, finding the words to be very pleasing, though not as mentally challenging as he had gained further understanding into the way of things, he wondered once again who the mysterious author could possibly be, nearly coming up to the limit of his comprehension just as he fell asleep to the words, no longer able to keep his eyes open or his mind considering different things.