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At the question of the reason for the party, Zestas's mood quickly changed from friendly to instant loathing. "No, it was my mother's idea. She thought it would be fun, and to see if I might be able to give her a daughter-in-law as well," he said bitterly, sighing. "It's completely and utterly stupid, but seeing as she lives in my home and would have been likely to maim me if I didn't at least do the ball, I did one." He took a big gulp of his drink, enjoying the sweetness of the juice.

Changing the subject, he said, "What exactly brings you here? There isn't really much to look at here or to enjoy." His green eyes shone with curiosity, not noticing Yaome's eye color change.

Zestas chuckled lightly at Yaome as he seemed to have caught the other off guard. "Is that so? Those things are quite vicious. Them, along with my mother are the reasons I have this scar actually," he said, gently touching the scarred flesh on his face.

"It's fine, I didn't really prepare much. Just some decorations and ornaments. Though, if you want a quite place, we can go outside to a balcony. I've made sure they were off-limits to everyone, but me," he said, leading the way to one of the closed doors.

Once there, he opened the door a crack and a small, thick purple cloud came out. It was a toxic fog he had made near the entrance of the door, making sure it only stayed there with a small charm. "Take my hand, I'll make a different poison to counter this one as a barrier for you to get through safely. Lest you wish to die a painful death," he informed Yaome, outstretching his hand to the other.

"It's okay. It was completely my fault the creature actually got to me, so I have only myself to blame for such a mistake," Zestas told him.

"Don't worry, I've done this man times before. Just breath normally and let me do my thing," he said, giving, what he hoped was, a reassuring smile. Zestas faced forward and took a deep breath in, his eyes shining as he changed his element from its previous one to that of poison. After a few seconds he breathed out from his mouth, a cloud of light purple poison coming out and forming a sort of protective bubble around them. Zestas then lifted his hand towards the front of the bubble like cloud, small tendrils of dark magic holding the cloud in place so that the other guests wouldn't be affected,

He then walked forward and opened the door, quickly walking into the thick fog and just as quickly closing the door. He then lead Yaome to a safer, clearer part of the place where the air was clean, and he then sucked the poison cloud back into his system.

Once all the poison was gone, he let go of Yaome's hand and changed his element once again, eyes going back to normal.

Zestas looked out towards his kingdom sadly, it was a mess. He might be a harsh man, but not so much as to want his kingdom to be in such bad shape. Sadly, the villagers were to lazy to do much, as were his generals. But that would change.

He turned to Yaome, shocked. "Rumors? Which one, there are many about many things, and even more about me," he responded, green eyes watching the other closely.

Zestas sighed, that was one of the things he really didn't want to talk about, but he hid it well. He turned his attention to his kingdom again and frowned. "Yes, it's true. And I do know of the Seriphen people and what they've done. It worries me, but mostly my generals. One of the other reason I did this ball was to take their minds off of the war we'll be waging. I need them to think like the great schemers they are, and lead our troops to victory at each battle," he replied a bit sharply, ignoring the last question.

Thinking back to when he lost, the pain and suffering he went through because of the city, made his blood boil. So as to not harm the other beside him, he stretched out his wings, letting what little breeze there was hit them. His tail was swishing from side to side impatiently. "Don't mind me, I just needed to stretch my wings a bit, it gets tiring keeping them so close to my back," he muttered, lying effectively.

"No worries, I just dislike speaking about this. Bad memories, you know," he said,tucking his wings back to how they were.

Zestas looked up at the crescent moon and smiled softly. "Yes, I guess it is getting late. And please, don't treat me with such formality, here everyone is the same. We're all warriors," replied, turning his attention to Yaome. "Let me help you back in." Again, Zestas held out his hand, his eyes glowing as he changed his element again, but quickly settling to normal.

Zestas nodded. "It seems that a fight has started. Over a women, no less," he disdainfully, sighing. "I know I shouldn't have let my generals have their way with the drinks." He walked up to the toxic fog, stepping right into it and after quickly changing his attribute back to poison, took it into his system.

"I didn't want to end the ball so soon, but now I have no choice," he muttered, opening the doors with a loud bang. That got everyone's attention, stopping the huge fight that was going on. "Everyone, get out of my home. You have all had your fun, and I was kind enough to let you have your liquor, but once you start a fight, I want you out!" he said, voice growing in volume. For added effect, he spread out his wings at the last part and changed his element to fire, causing his eyes to glow a darker shade of green.

Instantly, everyone scrambled towards the exit. Zestas turned to Yaome and said, "Wait a bit, then, with the last of them, you'll be able to leave safely. If you've no where to stay for the night, tell me so I may send a room to be prepared for you." His eyes then turned back to normal.

"Suit yourself," Zestas said, shrugging. He walked away towards one of the back doors leading to his room, just as the last person left and the doors closed. His servants scattered about the ballroom and started to clean up.

He walked into the hallway, just as his mother stalked up to him."Hm, so no mate? My dear boy, you are so boring. By the way, I went into your war room to look for something of mine I forgot, and found those blasted war scrolls of yours gone. It seems as if your plans are going to go down the drain, my little Zesty-poo," she cooed sarcastically.

Zestas grimaced, frowning at his mother and finally took off his mask. "Well, that sets us back a bit. What is it you want for that piece of information, I know you well, and you want something. And no, I will not choose from any of your w****s to give you a daughter-in-law," he said, sighing and walking towards his room past his mother who trailed behind him.

"Oh, nothing, just a small tea party with my friends. Have fun," she cackled, leaving him to his thoughts as she left to the front of the house. Probably to terrify and stragglers.

"Might as well start off with some other ones, this time, I'll make sure they stay with me at all times," he said to himself, smirking. His generals won't be happy, speaking of which, he had to make a punishment for the one who was being insolent earlier.