Apparently there was another lesson Evron needed to learn.
Caim don’t play.
There were several things Caim noted in the back of his mind with Evron: Never tell your enemy anything about your weapon. And most of all NEVER ever EVER tell President Caim what it is he can or CAN NOT do. That didn't fly over too well. Also, never assume your enemy will sit there and listen to a monologue like in the movies. Evron was lucky he got everything out he wanted to say before disappearing. Lastly, Caim was insulted. Asmo's essence? A new sword forged recently? A sword forged anytime recently meant it was during the time he knew Caim that made the insult greater.
Caim wouldn't pause twice. Caim wasn't playing and the moment he heard Asmo's name there was far more than tough love coming into play. Evron thinking anything Asmo was good for anything at all was going to have to be stamped out. Pride would make sure of that or Evron would never be let back in.
Caim didn't take kindly to the insult either.
This was no game to him. All this passion didn’t come from wanting to toy with his son. Caim was serious through to the core of his being. Caim didn’t need 2 minutes this time. He appeared within the blink of an eye. Speed unfathomable.
Evron's apartment walls would disappear completely leaving them in the dark musty swamplands of viney trees and steamy shallow waters below their feet. A personal favorite scenario of his after all the years he'd bonded with the dragon. But, he wouldn't let Evron think he'd simply used his gifts to change the room. That would be too easy and wouldn't serve him well. When Caim landed a very -Hard- shove right to his armored mid-chest, Caim used his mind-manipulation visionary powers to make Evron feel everything one felt when transporting. The pull of the gut, the flash of dark to light, the tingle of molecules disintegrating to the other realm, in and back out. He was letting Evron believe Caim just transported him somewhere else. Tangibility was Caim's specialty. He worked directly on the brain causing symptomatic responses of the body. That's why his hallucinations were so believable. This was another skill he wanted to be able to pass and teach his son. But would that day ever come? When the rancid scent of weeds and wet moss hit their noses reappearing in this new dank swampland, Caim spoke not, his flock gathered and loomed.
Words were of loss.
Caim was going to prove exactly who had claimed and was going to make Evron realize thing were EXACTLY as Caim wanted them to appear. That's just how Caim was. Caim still appeared as a half-dressed gladiator, but was covered in new armor then too. Unseen armor, same as his sword. The blaze of fire Caim transported in on was problem for that little apartment though. Several trees appeared to catch fire. This was really Evron's furniture. Caim would have to deal with that one later. He merely worked on making sure Evron's senses could only smell burning foliage and cut the particles from burning couch cushions out of awareness.
It was upon this "second reappearance" into solidity that and environment that Caim grabbed the blade of Evron's sword and gave it a fierce jerk between them. "Asmo's taint will be your undoing tonight" There was nothing but threat behind his eyes, showing his son he had the balls to do anything. Especially overpower anything tainted with Lust. Lust had no hold over him quite simply and that essence however grand a title of King would be would there were humans out there that never swayed to Lust. The Demon President feared nothing. And he would not be affected by that sword.
Or so it seemed again. Caim's hallucinatory powers were great, terrible and great. Caim never touched the sword, but he sure as Hell was going to make Evron believe anything he wanted him to and first things first, Evron's belief that anything Asmo had any room in their circle had to go.