Lord fifth, Lord Allen Raises his long leather whip in the air, ready to strike Beats, his elite, but stops as he sees Tucker approaching Tristan who likes to watch Allen's training sessions. Beast growls, shifting back into his human form. His body ripped in different places. He sees Tucker smiling at him and so he disappears, reappearing near his brothers.

"Hello Tucker." He greets with a grin almost ripping his face apart. Tucker gives him a gentle nod of his head then looks back at Tristan.

"Say, do you believe that Blay is truthful about his intentions? I'm sure he's here for Xavier." He says. Tristan is the ninth lord of Esdith. He's the closest to Allen and the most isolated of them all. He does not interfere with anyone and likes absolute quiet. He has a black braid that reaches the bottom of his back. He's calm in an eerie way.

"Julian? He's a smart one, very likely to get to Xavier." Tucker muses, his long hair coming into his face with the wind.

"And we're to let him?" Tristan asks smoothly. Tucker shrugs.

"He no longer has a reason to leave. His Identity Mark shattered." Tucker turns to look at an unusually quite Allen. He's shocked to see that the crazy grin on his face almost, just almost began to slip off. His face confused into distant look. Tucker turns to where his gaze lingers and he sees his own Elite, Rose waiting for him in the distance.

"Brother?" He calls. Allen grins at him then disappears, reappearing in the distance by Rose.

"Greetings perjurer." He greets her with a black nail in his mouth.

"Brother." Jonathan calls. Allen stops with a heavy sigh and turns to face him.

"Yes?" Jonathan's eyes linger on his chin then he growls. Allen chuckles then wipes away the blood from the remains of his breakfast.

"As you ae aware for the past four months we've been embarking outside Esdith to find marked children worthy of being our elites. Some have yet to make their decision on whether to come here or not. We expect them to start appearing from today, so you are to wait at the gate of Esdith for arrivals." Jonathan says, his golden hair a mess and his Esdithian cloak draped around his shoulders.

"But-" Allen beguines. Jonathan grabs his brother's shoulders.

"But nothing. We're short on Elites. Our army does not exist. We need an army, Allen. So wait outside and don't scare anyone away. I'll come to check on you myself." He says then leaves. Allen shrugs, obeying Lord third.

He leans against the large gates waiting for more than 48 hours where finally a figure approaches Esdith. A girl with curly orange hair. Freckles tease her nose and her eyes are a pitch black void. She limps towards the gate and stops upon seeing Allen. A large grin grows onto his mouth, eating away his face.

"I'm here for my payment." She says, her voice laced with a familiar accent, piquing Allen's interest.

"You're of a Rusvarian bloodline." He announces.

"What?" Allen ignores her then continues to study her appearance. She wears a dirty and ripped tee, baring her scarred hands. He notices some scars poking from under her collar too.

"I was told to come here." She says again. Allen keeps his eyes on the scars covering her body, feeling excitement bubble inside him.

"I'm speaking to you!" She yells out in frustration.

"Your mark and your three gifts first." He announces with joy. His fingers meddle with his ancient ring, and his whole body buzzes with excitement. She turns around and lifts up her hair, baring her neck to him. A large silver circle with intricate designs covers her neck.

"Now you're first gift is?" He encourages as he begins to circle her.

"My mark says blood." She answers. Allen shuts his eyes and takes a deep breath to calm himself.

"Your second gift." She bends down and lifts up the tip of her pants showing one of the Major Gemind's imprints. He squats down and examines it.

"Are you here because you want to honor your payment and have the assurance that the curse given to you by...Tucker will not activate? Or did Tucker's gift become a curse already and you're here for a remedy?" He wonders. The designs on her leg form the ancient Rusvarian symbol four. She's Tucker's Elite. He touches the design only to find more scars covering her legs. Power flows throw him as he touches them. He stands up suddenly.

"Now bless me with knowledge of your third gift. Your name." She rolls down her pants and looks him straight in the eye.

"Rose." Allen snorts, disappointment flooding his once eager face.

"Your mark says blood and Tucker named you rose?" He laughs.

"Find that amusing, brother?" Allen ignored Tucker's sudden appearance as he stands behind Rose.

"Now let's see what you can do." He whispers as his hand wraps around her throat. Allen's eyes remain on Tucker's face as he smiles at Rose.

"You know what? How about the two of you have a little standoff? See who'll fall to their knees first? Let Allen get to know my Rose. And my Rose can answer the question Allen just asked her meanwhile." Allen's hand tightens around her neck as he grins at his brother.

"She's a brand new, untrained Elite Tucker." Allen says, his curly black hair falling into his eyes.

"Yes well, this particular mark is your weakness. Get on with it now." Allen releases her throat and backs away. She simply turns around and looks at him. She reaches for her pocket and takes out a wand like knife, pointing it at Allen. In a matter of seconds, he's in front of her with the knife in one hand and her throat in the other as he lifts her into the air. He smiles at her then moves her golden wand like knife to her cheek. He makes a short gash in her flesh, watching the blood flow down her face.

"I told you it's your weakness Allen." Tucker comments. Blood stops flowing from her cheek, instead a rose appears out of the cut. And suddenly the world changes. He is no longer inflicting pain onto her, instead he's kneeling on a chess board. An endless chess board. He's kneeling to a large crowd of happy people. They pass by him and smile. They complement him and seem to love him. He jolts upright and grabs hold of a passing person. A little girl. The pupil of his eyes extend turning the whites of his eyes black. He opens his mouth and tries to devour her, but it's not working. He can't hurt her. No matter how he tries she's not hurt. She's not hurt. Cracks flow down his cheeks and smoke explodes from all around him. He unleashes his frustration and covers the chess board with his storms of smoke. Once it disappears, he expects to see detached limbs and blood, but everyone is just fine. He grips his head and falls to his knees. Just before he loses it completely, the world around changes yet again. He's back near the gates of Esdith, but he's still on his knees.

"Your weakness is pain, little brother. Control, you can't function without it." He hears Tucker whisper in his ears, but all he can look at is Rose. She sits on the ground with many more bleeding wounds on her body than he made. And in each one is a dying rose that glides off of her skin.

"You cut yourself in order to prove a point?" He asks hoarsely, his eyebrows furrowed and his face void of his immortal grin.

"No. Lord Tucker asked me put you into an illusion and I obeyed, but one cut wasn't enough. You're too powerful." She replies as dry petals circle her pale figure. Allen stands up and grabs her by the front of her shirt, pulling her face to him so that she is inches away.

"Do you enjoy the pain?" He asks quickly, desperately and hopefully. Tucker cocks his head to the side and takes a step towards him carefully. "Do you?! Or are you just another poor victim who claims to be entrapped in the pain?!" He shakes her desperately.

"Allen, what's gotten into you?" Tucker puts a hand on his brother's shoulder. "Broth-"

"Release me!" Allen whips around and grabs Tucker's hand then kicks him in the chest, making Tucker tumble meters backwards.

"No. No, I don't." She answers quietly. Allen's face falls apart making him appear as a lost child.

"I have never lied to you, milord." Rose puts her hands behind her back and inclines her head respectfully, but doesn't kneel. Allen laughs loudly.

"If that were true, you would be kneeling Rose. You wouldn't show your lack of respect to me so vividly, purposely trying to earn a punishment. You lied to me when you said you don't enjoy it. You do and you know it." Rose allows a small smile to appear on her face. Allen's hand jerks out and grabs her chin, tilting her head upwards so that he can confirm what he is seeing. That is the smile of a mad person. A being who has confused sanity with hysteria. It's a small smile, but it's enough for him.

"And you still haven't knelt." He whispers with affection in his voice. Tucker runs a hand through his hair then tilts his head.

"Say, Tristan, do you think Allen is capable of-"

"Love?" Tristan answers as they continue to watch Allen with Tucker's Elite.

"Not just love. Is he capable of anything but destruction? He is the Lord of Calamity; pandemonium runs in his veins and I fear that one day it will overwhelm him." Tristan covers his face with his hand and allows a gentle laugh to escape his lips. Tucker turns his head and looks at him.

"I do not recall the last time you laughed." Tucker whispers.

"Allen is the Lord of Calamity. Calamity bows at his feet, Lord Fourth. Not the other way around. You say it as if only his blood were made of pandemonium. He is chaos, meaning it's not toxic to him. Each man destroys that which he loves. Allen does it naturally, but purposely. He does it so that his love will replace itself for him, showing him that that love is worthy. He is capable of love, possibly more so than you are, Brother." Tristan says with finality than turns his back on his older brother and leaves.