I am so so sorry guys... Okay no, I'm really not... but it's the principle of it right? meh never really understood that... aaaannny-ways... I am alive if you couldn't already tell what with this very late update. I try to be regular with the updates... but I always seem to get distracted... I mean I do have a life outside of this you know... not too long ago I quit my job so yeah job hunting... fun...

Xalvador thanks you all for waiting oh so patiently and hopes you are all well...

Now let's get this show on the road, shall we?

Chapter 4

Humming a tune to himself as he wandered to the front of the many long lines ignoring the annoyed frustrated glares the wizards around him shot his way as he disregarded the whole system attracting a whole lot of attention. Not that he cared, he snorted to himself at that, pah-lease he was far more important than any of these creatins. Xalvador grinned when his green eyes met the coal-black of the goblin his father was conversing with.

His father noticed the goblin's eyes we're no longer on him and smirked as he turned around to greet his son.

Xalvador rolled his eyes when his father turned to him with a smirk obviously hearing what he had done not even five minutes ago. Hmph probably uncle Percival, he thought to himself swatting his father's hands away from his head as the man went to ruffle his spiked hair. He scowled up at him. Sure he was tall for his age but his father was still far taller than he himself was.

"How was your little detour? Heard you had some fun on your shopping trip..." Ra's said with a grin his white teeth glinting in the bank's bright lights.

"It was fine father, just some ignorant fool thinking they could steal from me and get away with it. Nothing too serious... Where's uncle Percival? Not still at that antique store is he?" He said with no small amount of distaste, having bought a few things from Borgin and Burkes before he was robbed... well before he carved into the thief's head with his knife... Maybe he should have ripped out her tongue or cut off her hands instead... He shook his head, he was getting off-topic.

Ra's raised an eyebrow at his son and nodded wordlessly. Xalvador's scowl deepened and his eye twitched the man had tried to swindle him out of his money when he bought cabinet. They turned back to the goblin who just shuffled awkwardly at their exchange. "Now where were we? Ah right, son, this is goblin teller, Rustaxe. Rustaxe this is my son Xalvador. I do believe we were to visit our Vault, were we not?" Ra's spoke with a tone that brokered no argument and the goblin just nodded.

"Right this way sirs," Rustaxe said gesturing for them to follow him as he shuffled over to the large metal doors behind the desk. They could feel the stares of the others on the backs of their heads and Xalvador thought he caught a glimpse of red hair out if the corner of his eye he shrugged it off and followed his father and the goblin.

Xalvador felt as if he were going to keel over, there was no way in the deepest pits of Hell he was ever going to use one of those death traps ever again. Ever.

His father didn't seem to be faring much better having thrown up his breakfast... on the poor cart goblin Grip-something... eh wasn't important. He'll just have to set up a spark spot here so he never had to use one of those things ever again. How he loved being able to teleport or rather scorch-drift as Percival had called his unique method of transportation. Another perk of being a Gods host... ops did he leave that out in the memo? Ha! ah-well ya live and ya learn...

He flicked his wrist, summoning his dagger to his hand, bending down as he did so he could carve the marker into the ground outside of the vault. Standing he dusted himself off shifting his weight slightly as Amphis and Baena moved about in his skin. Anubis! Those tattoos were weird what with them being alive and all... Ra's brought him out of his musings with an irritated cough obviously wanting to leave as soon as possible too.

"Alright, well thank you, er master goblin. My apologies for the mess... I'll uh just here..." he said awkwardly, a major contrast to the Devil spawn he had been in Knockturn. Being the host of a God would do that to you. A Jackal gets what he gets though. Drive the sanest man insane, but Xalvador was never sane, to begin with. He vanished the bile from the grumpy little green man, and grabbed his father by the wrist and Vanished in a flash of lightning leaving scorch marks behind along with a soot-covered goblin. Undoing his work when they left.

They appeared in a grey slate room with stone walls and a thick iron door. The chamber was filled with runes that glowed blue when active and red when they weren't a neat addition to their magic house his Uncle had designed and installed for this purpose. Xalvador heard the door being unlocked and he dusted his shoulders off as Frederick entered handing his father some letter or the other.

He made his way through the mansion like the interior of the magical house avoiding the ballroom with a grimace as the reminder that they would be hosting a welcoming party later that evening popped up. Some of the magical families knew of his father and had business proposals to discuss and his father thought he'd invite them all over when they settled. His eye twitched then an idea popped into his head and he chuckled, yes it was a brilliant idea... Revenge is always fun. Well, when he was doing the avenging that is... he began to fabricate a plan for that evening ignoring his Uncle Percival as he passed him in the corridor.

Ooo, this is going to be so fun. He though rubbing his hands together as Amphis and Baena hissed at the delicious thoughts he had. A maniacal laugh echoed at the back of his mind, obviously, his godly friend agreed...

TBC...