The half elf of Sleeping Calamity was impatient and for good reason too. Being chained to a bed was never a good feeling or really just being restricted in general. Khalfani hadn't intended on doing anything more to the poor elf. He had already been beaten twice by two of the strongest mages in Paradise Dawn, anything else would be torture at that point. However, Celes was still an enemy. Whether Khalfani tolerated his determination and rowdiness or not, it was safer for the collective of Paradise to have Celes apprehended when the commander wasn't around. The Dragon Slayer casually walked through the door of the room Celes had been staying in, juice box in hand and a plate of food in the other. He wasn't heartless, just...cold. "Relax, relax, Celes." The rogue prince insisted as he stood at the end of his bed. The spices blended into the meats and mashed potatoes filled the room almost immediately.

"Here." Khal said as he walked to the side of Celes' bed, placing the food gently upon his lap and taking a seat in the chair beside him. "I just wanna talk. After you'll be free to go...or stay. Your choice." He said after slurping from his own juice box. "Is that alright with you?" He asked. Often times people were confused about Khalfani's actual intentions. He usually spoke so genuinely, but his tone was often cold and perhaps even off-putting.

The godsblood turned his head as he listened to the Sleeping Calamity guild mage. He was obviously an outgoing personality, but genuine was something he hadn't expected from someone apart of a clearly dark guild. Celes thanked Khalfani for the food, finally relaxed, he was ready to talk. Before the Commander could ask any question Celes had opened up like a book. The elf didn't know who his guild master was and even referred to her as "She". Turns out Celes was more confused than Khalfani had initially assumed. The guild master of sleeping calamity wasn't a woman as far as he knew, but now he was curious just who "She" was. Celes was naive, that much was as clear as day. He assumed that Khalfani was the type of person to attack when it was convenient and not when it mattered most. The two circumstances could align but that wasn't always the case. Celes also didn't seem to understand that Paradise Dawn was a guild of fighters, warriors, soldiers and mercenaries. For them, everyday was a risk.

"Risked Hectors-" Khalfani paused to take a breathily sigh, sipping his juice before leaning back into the chair as his hands ran through his hair. "Everything is a risk, Celes, so yes. No matter who was there, Paradise Dawn would have rode out and destroyed your guild. The results would have been different and people probably would've died but the mission would have succeeded regardless." A cold tone slithered from Khalfani's mouth like a cobra, quick and bold as if his answer was the only one that made sense. It was true though, either way Sleeping Calamaity's guild hall would have perished. It was the only way he'd gain the favor of the people, keep the Knights away, and make way for Paradise's influence to expand. "I'm not sorry for taking you in. As commander, I have to make quick decisions and leaving you there would have been stupid of me. Either way, I hope you're healing well." He said dourly.

"You seem to know less about your own guild than I do. You referred to your guild master as "she" but my sources have revealed that your guild master is a man by the name of Ariael; a known predator...so who is this "She" you're referring to?"

Khalfani was just about to respond to Celes, he had many things to say but he mostly seemed to be curious about Khalfani's motives. As it stood he wasn't hostile so that was always good. As the two embraced each others company in the hospital room the door slowly pushed open. The guards hadn't allowed anyone to enter without Khalfani's command, so the young guild master was surprised to see a woman approach him... and with a kid nonetheless. The Dragon Slayer was on guard, naturally, but with his own comrades close by he was confident that this woman wasn't a threat. Maybe someone else who wanted to express their admiration for him? Yet, as she grew closer he felt...at home? It was hard to explain. The woman took his hand, her gentle hand lightly gripping his own before she dropped a question. A reading for a small fee? "You're..." he began before going quiet again. Was she a- "What's the fee?" He said coldly though it was obvious he was curious at least, almost as if he wasn't in control of his own body.

Khalfani stared into the woman's eyes, his own eyelids dimming as he consulted with himself in the short time that passed. As a Desiertan, the one chosen by Amun-Ra himself, the piece to a puzzle he had yet to figure out, he believed in oracles and seers. In fact, some may argue that as the Grandson of the Pharaoh he was one. Perhaps it was for that reason going with his gut feeling would sway things in his favor. Perhaps he was just over-paranoid from everything he had endured. With a nod, he agreed to the conditions presented by the women. Not a smirk, a peep, a quiver of the eyes. Nothing. Yet, he was extremely nervous. "If this is some elaborate trick, I'll know." He said in his kindest tone. If this was a scam then he'd know it, but something told the Slayer that this wasn't a game. The mysterious woman was the real deal. "Alright." Was all he said, awaiting to see what would happen next. "We have a deal."

"You were trained by The Nine?" Khalfani's eyes widened. A apart of him was in complete shock, but another part of him was relieved. He knew there was something prominent about this woman- mystical even. Truthfully, the Prince knew close to nothing about the Nine, only that whoever they were, they were the one of the closest beings to the gods. Nothing was capable of escaping their sight. Up until this point Khalfani had felt it to be a myth. The fact that this woman came to visit him was no coincidence. She was here for a reason and the more the Commander of Paradise thought about it, the more nervous he became. Had the gods been aware of his plot to face them one day? Was she sent to serve a message of warning? With a gulp Khal watched her little brother set up a table. When it was done he would move to the chair that was specifically placed at the table. The woman placed her hand onto the orb. Khalfani didn't dare to touch it. She extended her hand to take his own. Khalfani gave it to her. There was nothing more for him to say except for "Khalfani Atenhotep." His silver eyes watched hers. Even if she was who she said she was, that ain't mean she didn't want him dead.

It was truly Khalfani's hope to experience something even more magical. He was seduced by a surge of energy. Perhaps the sphere lit up and projected some part of his future. If it did, he was unable see what this seer could see. How disappointing. he thought. Even with his god-like eye, he could only see within the world he inhabited. He demonstrated superb ability, but it was not enough if he was to triumph over the gods and escape from predetermined destiny. The commander remained emotionless as the oracle spoke. The oracle first assured him that he would become wealthy. That was nothing new. He didn't want the gold- at least not in the way other people may have wanted it, but it was his thanks to his royal title. His access to money was unavoidable. Khal's own eyes lowered as the woman continued, nearly squinting as she spoke. Nevertheless, she reassured him that in his future he would find success, even if he were not going to be happy. Funnily enough, he wasn't satisfied now, even having built Paradise Dawn.

Although he was unhappy, he was..happy enough. Sadly, that wasn't to last. As the prince learned he was nothing more than a favored toy of the gods, he became increasingly suspicious of fate, and this he believed to be the core of his discontent. He tried desperately to flee who he was, but he couldn't, and so he quickly learned that in fact fate existed, but that it was in fact the gods who had given him and those they looked down on fortunes that stole more than they gave. Because of that, he began to worry about the Seer's next words. With every word, his fate seemed to darken. Words of encouragement, however, came first. While Khalfani was only eighteen, he had taken on responsibilities most mortals wouldn't dare try. "Oh.. is that all?" he began before realizing her face was twisting Could there be more? What else could she possibly see? What else that Khalfani couldn't? Anticipating what came next caused the Dragon Slayer to sweat profusely. Initially, the oracle described a powerful Pharaoh followed by a sea of blood, but what followed was what even it refused to reveal out loud.

Could he really kill his own flesh and blood? At first Khhalfani could not believe what he had heard. As he reflected for a moment, he realized that he was actually capable of imagining it. It occurred to him that he would kill anyone to free his people...even himself. But despite the turmoil, the commander still wanted to know what else there was. In fact, he craved to know. While she questioned him, that dead look in his eyes had vanished. Suddenly, his moonlit eyes were filled with life for the first time in months. He looked like a completely different man. "I did not murder anyone." He grunted, slightly tightening his grip on the woman's hand. "Continue," he replied, breathing heavily, sweating, scared, yet ecstatic above all else. Whose life was it if this wasn't his?

Khalfani was surprised about the events that unfolded. One minute he was sitting, allowing the oracle to read his palm and his future...the next minute he was blanked out and in a completely different space mentally. The Oracle was quiet for a while. She hadn't been saying anything, but the commander simply assumed that she was searching for something until finally she returned to the earthly realm, revealing that the veil was thinning? She said that they were all in danger, but what did that mean? Did that include Khalfani himself despite the vision being about him? Suddenly the woman began coughing up blood. Immediately the Lion stood up. "We have medics on stand by let m-" Khalfani began before the little boy came to his sisters rescue. It seemed that they had other plans. This whole Ordeal left Khalfani confused. He needed...answers. Forgetting all about Celes, Khalfani left the building swiftly. There are things that he needed to figure out.