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Stay put, he said, as though she could go anywhere. She watched him, through the dim light and freckling heat at the edges of her vision as he moved with ease to capture the bee they so needed. It would solve their problems... Wait- It wasn't his problem though, was it? It was her problem. This entire debacle, the forest dying and she dying in turn. Zed was a good person, better than she could have ever imagined and she squinted slightly. Something was wrong, the air was crackling and she found something to brace on. She had never seen any creature like the one Zed found himself up against right then. She couldn't believe it, she was utterly stunned and she couldn't do a thing to help.

Spark had no idea what was going on, rummaging around for anything that could help, any small thing that she could use to try and help him but she had nothing and her strength was waning. There was panic blossoming in her chest, filling her with dread as she kept her eyes on Zed and the creatures battle.
[+green "Stop it! Hey!"] Her voice wasn't nearly as loud as she had hoped and she found a rock, it was charcoal black in her palm. She couldn't even throw correctly, the muscles in her body were starting to feel like mush. She could feel the blood pumping through her body, like it was on fire somehow and then there was a light. A glorious, wonderful light  that seemed to fill her with a pleasant sort of warmth. Was she dying?

Wait- Zed! Spark inhaled and came to, staring at Raziel with confusion. This was insane. She mumbled something, pushing up to sit as she stared into Raziel's bright eyes.
[+green "I don't-"] Her body didn't feel much better but at least she wasn't on the brink as she had been down there. She drew in a few deep breaths, quelling the sickness rising in her stomach in the form of bile. She tried to sit up, fingers curling into whatever they could. Her mind was fizzy as she tried to remember what was happening. They'd gone to Hell... The light. The screeches of that terrible creature, how it had practically warped around the tree to get at him and the slashes and the sight of them, him being smashed into a tree.

[+green "Zed! Where is he? I want to see him."] She wasn't with it, the sensation of the thing crawling around inside her was lost as she got to her feet, using Raziel's fancy desk to haul herself up. She felt like she couldn't see properly. Her eyes were still adjusting to the light of the living world and her body felt as though it was in vertigo.
[+green "There was a thing- It got him, I don't remember."] She stammered endlessly. She was breathing heavily and holding herself up was proving to be a problem right then. She didn't feel like she could hold her own weight but she had seen the claws, she had seen what had happened before the light. The bee didn't matter, it wasn't meant to cost so much.

[google-font http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Rokkitt][Rokkitt Just one, He just needed one. One would be enough to turn the flora in the greenhouse into a flourishing jungle the likes of which the fey had likely never seen. As she protested his carrying and weakly stood on her own two feet. Staring at her with eyes glowing wide he realized her name was Spark for a reason. Even now in all her pain she persisted. With broken wings and worn body she stood here along with a Devil in the trenches of hell. Staring up he watched as the fat bulbous red and black insect bumbled around trying to scrape what little nectar it could from the bloodroot’s flowers. They bloomed with black petals and gave off fumes no normal person could breathe. This little creature the size of one’s fist was potent enough to cultivate in this hellish landscape. Like him, there was no telling what sort of abilities it held in the lightworld.

She wouldn’t be able to catch one. But he had wings. Ability and vigor. By now he’d realized. This place had empowered him, as it had all it’s illspawn. He’d use this, to save his mistress… To save the one good thing that had come into his new life. Listening to her words he pieced together a plan. The vase would do.

[center [+teal “They will swarm, but they won't attack. Your light is far too bright for the likes of them down here.. Stay put… This won't take long...”]]

Beyond them a siren called out, like a birdsong unlike anything found down here… The gatekeepers… Those winged creatures of light and balance. They’d come for her. She didn’t belong here afterall. Which meant time was short. Very short… With quickened pace he dislodged a broken and fragmented vase made from obsidian, Heavy thing but it ought to do the trick. And with a flurry of black feathers he took to the trees above. Grabbing the fat furry red bee and shoving it into the vase. Snatching bloodroot along the way and turning in a display of grace, These wings felt as if they’d always belonged. How had he gotten on without them…? Another, then another for a total of three, before shoving the bloodroot loosely yet snugly into the mouth of the vase to act as a lid as he tucked it under his arm. Peering down at Spark who’d taken to placing her back against a tree watching him. The manual work was done, Shed have to take onto taming the creatures, as she’d tamed him. Only as he hovered in place, just before descending he saw it. A maw full of teeth watching him latched into onto of the trees as if it had always been there. Silent and almost completely camouflaged.

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Its body some cross between a panther and a snake. Its words guttural and echoing as if there were multiple knifelike voices trying to break into ones mind. It spoke to him… And it was no lesser Demon.. A devil indeed…

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Its body turned and snaked. Contorting in impossible ways as two arms turned to four. His eyes widening as it revealed more and more of itself. Crawling and climbing using the trees to it’s advantage… Then the feeling came to him. A feeling all too familiar in this place… [b The fear of being hunted.] With a snap of the trees in front the creature pushed off of the branches, breaking them through sheer destructive weight. The nearby bee nests riled up and now swarming around them as with lightning speed the devil struck him with its claws. The obsidian vase falling below, with any luck into sparks arms. Everything in his body told him to run, fly away. Flee from here. That like always he had no chance here, that this would kill him and that with a beating blue heart he needed to preserve himself. Fear… [b [+red [size20 Fear! ]]] It riddled through him like a stake, like the bladelike claws digging into his abdomen, shredding his clothes and railing him into and through the closest tree nearby.

He wanted to run. But with his eyes open. As wide and catlike as they’d always been he saw sparks face… They’d be here soon. The gatekeepers. He just needed to keep it off of her for a few more moments. The birdsong louder now. It’s sound booming and oppressive. Clearing the lesser demons out as he struggled to keep the Devil off of him. Struggling to keep it from stabbing into him anymore than it already had. The pain of his ribs snapping under its weight, his arms waning to keep it’s maw wide as to not clamp down on him completely overridden by his worry that if he faltered for but a moment. It’d be on her. Then, the light. It shined horribly so as the gatekeepers arrived. Their silhouettes the only thing he could make out in the forest past the blinding light that emanate from them. Both the Devil, and him completely oppressed as their presence put them into the ground. A massive unyielding weight pressing down on him as they came… And just as quickly left… Taking what didn’t belong…

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[Spectral [center [+maroon "Ah, Mien Frauline. Velcome back to ze vorld of ze living."]]]

Mumbled protest that she could walk, she just needed to rest for a moment were drowned out and went unheard as she was lofted from the ground. He wouldn't leave her behind, part of her had hoped he would. She was suffering, the air was becoming too thick to breathe and she had simply wanted Zed's voice to lull her into whatever afterlife might await her. He didn't leave her, he was determined to carry on with her and she found her thoughts fragmented, broken but his voice was grounding as he explained his origin to her.  He could speak as softly as a poet, with all the allure of a master craftsman in the art of story telling and Spark supposed it made sense he had consumed to become the creature he was right then. It was no natural occurrence and usually she would be against such things but her time in the Mansion had taught her so many things.

She wanted to reply, to offer... what exactly, condolences? Congratulations? She didn't know what was appropriate but right then she was grateful he was there, soothing her dwindling soul with his story, his birth. She let out a shaky rasp when she heard buzzing. Her eyes managed to.open, they had made it to the bees, a nest. These were not ordinary bees that she could simply convince to come with them and she lifted her eyes to Zed. Renewed strength from their mission almost being over as she slid from him, managing to stand on her own two feet but no less steady.
[+green "How do we-?"] Her voice sounded clutched, throat too dry.

She would never understand how he managed down here, how he could have survived it for so long. Then again, this was his hunting grounds, his territory, his true home so of course he was more acclimatised to all of this. She was breathing heavily despite doing nothing to exert herself, it was the oddest feeling she had ever come across. She eyed the bees, quote unlike anything she had ever seen before. Reddish in colour, their buzzing even sounded different to her ears and she couldn't quote place it. It was strange. She mumbled something unintelligible, a bid to keep powering through this.

[+green "There's bottles... somewhere."] Spark mumbled. A bottle here and a vial there, they could take some bees and hope they would create their own nest in the greenhouse. Spark wanted to go back to the greenhouse. She couldn't even recall what it looked like now that she really thought about her home. She grumbled a little and tried to imagine the flowers and the creatures and their sounds and the comforting glow of pale sunlight or the steady thrum of the rain when it cascaded down.

Spark didn't want to touch anything, beneath her skin on her right arm however, was a moving lump, gyrating and squirming beneath pale flesh. She didn't seem to notice it, but that was only because she had been told not to look at it, never look at it. It didn't exist to her, like a beetle burrowing deeper and deeper. It was visible in the dim light, the shadows making it easier to spot and Spark looked anywhere but there, eyes flickering madly about to eye the demons that lingered nearby like vultures circling a corpse on the grasslands. It was a terrifying thing to be caught in the bowels of Hell.

[google-font http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Rokkitt][Rokkitt The knife left was picked up and slipped into his pocket where it jutted out. A blade of the crystal court. It’s luster shined dimmly even here beneath the black sun. He kept it sheathed before his eyes turned to Spark. This place was no good for her. And before long she collapsed. Quietly he watched as her body lay amongst he red dirt and bone. Weakened by this place in her state. One of many bodies to fall lifelessly here. Likely to never get up again. It brought him back to his first incarnation here. Memories he repressed since… He knew the feeling. The draining, the dry heat and life being pulled from you by your very surroundings. If the demons didn’t get to you, the hellscape would. No water here was drinkable except that of blood. No food here except that of the flesh. This place wasn’t fit for beating hearts. Nor breathing lungs. Yet she pressed on in her worn state. The light driven from her body, she slowly but surely became one with the hellscape as her body would naturally.

He remembered it being hard to breathe, his muscles fighting to strain breathable oxygen here. And he remembered his first death. He’d walked for miles in the blackened pits far from here. Yet the same feelings plagued him. Avoiding devils and demons. Screeching creatures looking for scraps. The heat that seared his skin, making every moment and touch painful. He remembered his hair turning white after mere hours here in the first layer. With no escape, no way out. And no one coming to save him. He was alone. And he walked and walked and walked. Until like Spark, his legs gave out and wouldn’t support him any further. Then he crawled… For how long he couldn’t remember. Only feeling of the searing pain that every movement brought him in this darkness. There… In the pits there was no red sky. No light, no vision. He travelled as a blind man, struggling along until he lay exhausted. No food or water, no help… The feeling of death crowding his mind… Only the acceptance of it didn’t. He knew… Even then what this place was. That he’d experience it over and over again… And it terrified him… He remembered that fear.

[center [+teal “A story… I think I’ve got one…”]]

He softly leaned in to take her hand. In her state she couldn’t muster much of an objection aside from the small groaned chirp of protest as he picked her up and held her as if she were his bride. She was light, her weight natural to him, maybe due to their bond, or perhaps he was just… Stronger down here… Much stronger. He carried on for the both of them, through the trenches and into the trees. Finding whatever paths he could through the red, hellish flora and fauna that threatened to kill them both…

[center [+teal “I couldn’t see… None of us could… Navigating by smell and feeling and hearing. That place was darker than any other i could describe. You could hear them. Crying out in moaned pain. Emaciated bodies of people damned like me… The question of where I was became apparent and was answered long before. I had been damned just like them… And all of us, damned to the blackened hot abyss… When i neared my first Death… I felt it… like mine yet.. Different… I could smell it, taste it in my mouth as I approached it. And although I imagine my body had been a horrid mess of bloodied wounds… Torn muscle and burned skin. I was still, at that point. Human enough to identify it… The soul of another. Its presence filled me with hope. Hope that I wasn’t alone. Hope that there was indeed, some semblance of order down within the blinded abyss…”]]

He moved on. Crossing the path of the first blacked tower. Its massive obelisk-like presence dwarfing them as he continued on. The lesser demons corralling around them like a shark in a school of fish… How strange.

[center [+teal “Then, I did something horrid… I knew what it meant. To betray, before then. But nothing I’d done before compared to this. I’d never done it before. Never killed, or betrayed… Yet here… I connected with this fellow soul that lingered in the dark. I knew it must’ve felt the same as me… it felt some semblance of peace… Like it’s thoughts were connected to mine. While it’s body had left it. And it had yet to reach dreaded reincarnation, I realized… It would be pulled away from me. That this place would pull it away just to continue my suffering. To continue my horrid pain. I had arrived expectation tortrure… or Endless fiery Pain… Yet what I got was worse than any of that… Starvation. Starvation of mind, and body and soul… I realized the first layer for what it was… And for what it was doing to me… I… Didn’t accept it… And in my realization, my enlightenment and acknowledgement in the pain i’d continue to feel, alone in the dark. I took the soul before me… Felt it’s soothing warmth, as it felt mine. Then… in our most intimate moment… I consumed it… And became a Demon…”]]

He fell silent. Never having uttered those words to anyone before. Before his first death… Or perhapse at the point of his first death. He comitted a sin to man. Betraying his kin. And in doing so… Became a Demon. Like all the others down here. A Lesser… Not deserving to return to the living. To be saved or to be given any of the light he now carried. And as such, strived down here… Regretfully… Horribly. Feebly… A buzzing was heard in his ear… Looking up into the trees he spotted it. So far away but that was it… A Nest… A Bee nest…

There was a safety to be felt whilst with Zed, this was his territory and she understood perfectly that he knew how to traipse this land much better than she ever would. He didn't belong here, she knew that much. Despite his change in appearance and his ability to traverse this plain, she knew him to be far too gentle and soft to ever truly fit in here. Every cell within her was fighting against the darkness, the sickness welling in her, the disease that threatened to overrun her. Spark wasn't done, she couldn't be done, there was still far too much to do. Her gaze lifted at the strange creature, the strange and broken words spoken and she squinted, her vision was blurred from the energy spent on coughing. Never a good sign.

Zed had it handled and Spark leaned into him slightly, finding shelter beneath the great wing he had outstretched around her. She could barely understand what was being said between the two Hellians. Everything felt heavy around her, oppressing her and it wasn't until she looked up to see Zed baring his teeth, looking as threatening as she had ever seen him, did she realise not only was he a terrifying demon, but he was protecting her from the demons. She watched the other demon skitter away like some scared off child and she could hear the whispers, they were deafening to her.

[+green "I should have stayed home."] She said, a hint of amusement in her voice, only speaking because she was so frightened that she may not be able to use her voice again. She wouldn't have let him come down here alone, but she also could not have foresaw how poorly it would have made her. Still, it was better to be in his company and sickened, than sickened without his company. She set her eyes to focus on something other than him, focused on placing one foot in front of the other. She was growing scared, she didn't want to die down here, not in this place so barren of light and life.

[+green "Zed, I don't know how much farther I can go- I'm sorry."] She managed to chew out, tongue feeling thick and her waxy composure not doing any better in the dim light. Fey weren't built for this, they weren't made for the darkness and Spark had so little left within her. Her limbs were beginning to feel like jelly and all she wanted to do was sleep, eyes lined with lead. Every so often they slipped shut whilst she was moving and each time it was a battle to open them. Her fingers curled to Zed's red hooded top, bracing slightly to keep herself upright and moving, comforted by the occasional brush of his wing behind her.

[+green "Hey? Tell me a story."] She murmured, voice cracked slightly, her lips were dry and chapped, her cheeks looked hollowed and her eyes sunken slightly. Her light was out, she bore no more resemblance to a Fey than a regular human, the shine from her hair gone and the glimmer in her eyes extinguished. She needed to listen to him, to have something to focus on that wasn't the consistent drained feeling like she had a leech attached to her, slowly sucking the life from her.

[google-font http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Rokkitt][Rokkitt The darkened pits tried to swallow what little light they used to navigate the trenches. Just some 3 meters above them lay the barren gnarled straights filled with bloodroot and red dirt warm to the touch, all of this was down here. The heat brought him a small comfort but even now he could see the small beads of sweat rolling down the sickly face of spark who mused about home. Her home. Unlike his was a lot more hospitable. Though, As he looked out to the red sky he couldn’t see it. Couldn’t imagine the things she was describing. White sands and a starlit sky seemed impossible from down here. Like a Daydream falling into one’s mind as she spoke of it as if it could possibly be real all he saw now was Red. Red heat, Red blood, Red soil and roots. And now, as she opened her hand barely gasping for air. Red… In the palm of her hand.

[center [+teal “...”]]

At this rate he wasn’t sure that she’d make it long enough to get out of here. For the Bees to do their work, for her garden to get better. Her sickness was getting worse down here. Of course. Cut off from the lush garden and the light of the orange Sun. But now she was here. The black sun beating down its cold stare at them. And nothing but long, painful corridors beyond them. They settled down into a quiet now. For hours they walked. Nothing in these barren straits would bother them besides the odd stray crossing their paths. Of course, nothing would until they reached the forest and the black obelisk towers that littered it. Demons and Devils roamed those blackened soot pillars that reached out into the red sky as if they were trying to pierce the Sky and return above. They extended Gigantically above the trees and even now as they approached from a mile away he could see them. The Black pillars…. Home…

The Lesser's would know immediately. And not bother him. Though… The greater Devils… He wasn’t too sure.. And was banking on the idea that he was worth something with this beating blue heart. Desperately he tried to envision Spark in a better place than this. But… Like before his mind wouldn’t allow it… They ached.. The bleeding wounds on his back. The wings tender to the touch even the slightest nudge shot striking pain straight into his chest, Though he Kept one wing behind spark. Nestling her under it as if to keep her vibrant life from this dim dark.

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An impish voice called out suddenly from behind them. Turning a vibrant gust of fire was blown in his face making his recoil at the pink and teal flames. Leaning back pulling Spark with him he spotted it. A small Demon. Lesser by appearance

[center [+teal “S̵͓̠͕̟̝̬̠̖̋͒̿ť̷̹̪̝́̆̔̏̀̔͘͠͝ͅǎ̵̲̏͊̐̓̑́̔͝b̷̬̖͉̦͕̒̎͐͑͆͑̇̈͋͝ͅ ̵̡̺̟̤͉̥̓̿̀̏̓͐̑̃̆ͅm̷̪̖͇͈͍̫̣̬̺̈́ẻ̷̮͚̥͎̦̻͍̖̼̃̇̉̄̅.̸̥̬̺̩͔͇͉̮̹̐̔̏͛̄͗̀ͅ.̵̗̹̳͚̘̤͐̎̃́̆̽̃͘̚͝?̶̠̜̞̣̹̄͌͗͠͠”]]

The Demon nodded sporadically. It spoke in broken words. Demonic infernal, but he understood it just fine as his native language.

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He watched the half pint demon pull out a knife with full intent to carve them up. It caught him off guard. Was this one too dumb? Did it not realize their status down here? Regardless of his estranged look the Crystal Court Demon Approached slowly. Looking over to spark, He watched that her face was written with fear… How unlike her… This place.. He could tell it was eroding her. Trapping her living mind into an anxious mess so much so that she couldn’t properly act… Then again, maybe that was just the effect it had on the living. Those without demonic blood pumping through their veins. And.. With her here.. He felt something he hadn’t before. A welling in his chest. A need… A purpose… To defend Spark, his mistress, his one and only guardian chosen. He’d not let her come to harm here. This was his idea after all.

Stepping forward he met the Crystal Demon with a killing stare. His wings slid back from behind Spark to now in front of her. Leaning forward he placed his clawed hands on the trench floor.

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He didn’t act with intent, only with instinct. He’d never defended himself before… And now, with this body. And this burning fire of the living in his chest. With the stinging pact glowing on the back of his hand he positioned himself like an animal. Ready to pounce and kill…

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His eyes widened, he’d been baring his teeth without trying. And the Aura he gave off Felt oppressive enough to make one’s skin crawl. Darkened whispers of the Demonic and Satanic called out around him like the bells of the tolling dead. Dropping the knife the Demon clambered up the trench and began running towards the trees and the pillars… It worked… he’d actually fended it off…?

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Spark stared at Zed as his wings stretched out and then furled around them. She hadn't hadn't expecting that down here, it was actually rather breathtaking to see. She gazed at him for a moment before nodding and getting to her feet, catching a glimpse of his back and cringing at the liquid coming through. She did her best not to stare, to look nowhere but ahead because this place was oppressive and dark. It was terrifying to her, to be in such a place with so little light for her to feed off of. Zed was there though, safe at her side and this time the roles were very much reversed. Spark was so used to caring for him, to keeping an eye on him back in the greenhouse and now she felt helpless, he knew what he was doing here and she smiled a little at his words.
[+green "I'll tell you all of it."] She murmured quietly to him, he didn't know it all. He had no idea how far she had fallen from grace, this place was almost fitting for her.

His hands caught hers and she looked at him, finding comfort in his gaze and she just nodded. She released one of his hands but nor the other, holding onto it firmly because where he went, she followed. She sucked in a breath and looked around the Echoing Halls, she could have swore she heard pained whispers from every corner and she cooked her head slightly. She couldn't make out what they were saying, just that they were in pain, tortured. She tried not to focus on them and watched her footing as she followed Zed.

[+green "I should take you to the Bay of the Mist. You'd like it there- White sand, the sea glows at night and the sky lights up among the stars "] She whispered quietly, thinking back. It had been so long since she had visited. She would take Zed, let him explore. She was trying to keep her mind off of where they were, clawing at whatever memory she could grasp onto that wouldn't terrify her.
[+green "They lit fires, we danced until the sun came up and when night fell we would celebrate all over again."] She would have continued if tear jerking coughs didn't rack her body and she was careful not to touch anything, covering her mouth. The fit passed, she drew in lungfuls of air and sighed out, shaking slightly.

[+green "I'm alright."] She quelled any worries before Zed could speak them and offered up a small smile. She felt exhausted but pressed on with him, the twisted creatures around them that caught in her peripheral vision were beginning to make her paranoid and she hoped these bees did the job. It was suffocating down here, the heat was endless but she held fast to Zed's hand, creeping through the layers of Hell like some thief in the night.

[google-font http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Rokkitt][Rokkitt He peered up from her chest as he felt her soft small fingers running through his hair brushing his horns softly. With a breath of relief he pushed himself off of her now straddling atop as he looked around him at the red sky. Distant cries were heard out as a few birds became a flock, then a plague. Soaring far above enough to all but cover the red sky entirely. Blotting out the black sun with an equally as black span on raven wings flapping across in a massive migration. Black feathers not unlike the ones he held now on his back that tore their way through his skin and clothes to span out enough to move freely. Warm liquid poured down his back and as he reached out to touch them slightly he felt a pinch. A tender sting coming from his shoulder bones. They Were his…

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He felt them ebb and flow through the heated winds and after a moment he stretched them out completely, enveloping the two of them in a black shroud of soft feathers. His wings easily span some 5 meters in each direction. Strong enough to lift him and Spark out of here if need be. Had he always had the ability to fly…? Maybe coming here had changed him. This place did reflect the soul on the body. Was that why Spark looked so scared?

[center [+teal “That.. Was close… We need to be careful here.. From above.. I saw the burning forests. They should be just before those… This way… Spark.”]]

Soon the flock of demonic birds akin to vultures with human bodies had passed and they were left slowly and quietly trekking within the trenches of bone and wood and blood. It was so dark down here. They kept low as they went. Distant moans of pain and torture ran throughout the distant halls and they lurked here and there. Despite his assurance of their relative safety from being directly attacked he’d still prefer they avoid needless interaction down here...

[center [+teal “Your past always sounds so nice… After this yes… We should take a vacation… This place… It’s horrid. But.. I’m here Spark… I want to see the sun again…”]]

He reached to his left and gripped her soft hands firmly. Things lurked beyond here and if they could keep this pace of just keeping to themselves they’d be at the burning forest in no time.

[center [+teal “This place is called the Echoing halls… Its where they hunt for lost souls… And.. It happens to be the safest place down here… Everywhere else is worse… We should avoid stepping into any circles that might bring us deeper… After three I dont think they’ll be able to reach us... “]]

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Spark experimentally tugged at the red vine around her waist and then eyed over Zed at his directions. Heights weren't really her strong point given she had lost her wings many eons ago. Still, she trusted Zed and she started to shimmy down, listening to his mutters and comments to himself, finding some semblance of comfort in them actually. She looked upwards at the screech of a bird and narrowed her eyes. Fire belched forth and Spark gripped at the vine, it suddenly didn't seem that safe anymore as she squinted up to try and see Zed through the flames and such. He came hurtling down and there was blood and sounds she couldn't begin to describe. Her relief was rather short lived when she saw Zed was alive and well, if looking slightly feral as she realised she was plummeting downwards.

A surprised cry leapt from her, she was too far away to grapple onto anything and she squeezed her eyes closed, bracing for impact and reserving herself to die not screaming. Then there was arms around her, pulling her close and she wasn't falling anymore.


Zed had wings!

She stared in disbelief at the cat eyed demon. She would have thought she had seen them before now. She opened her mouth but they came to a dusty halt on the ground and she wiped the debris from her gaze, staring up into the abyss of sheer red glow.
[+green "Zed?"] She said as she scrambled to sit up, kneeling beside him and looking him over. He'd saved her life, he hadn't even thought about it he had just done it. Spark was in shock, shaken up and bewildered.
[+green "Hey- Are you alright?"] She asked him, looking him over and gazing at the wings. She wanted to ask how but refrained, worry painted over her face as she tried to look him over for injuries or anything.

[+green "What was that? How did you- You could have been killed!"] Spark said, starting to panic a little, but it was a panic brought on by relief that they were both alright and Zed was still alive  and he hadn't perished in some terrible way, neither of them had.  She couldn't believe what she had seen, this place was dangerous and they were in very real peril. She brushed back some of Zed's bright hair to try and get a proper look at him. Then she realised something.

She let a soft smile break out,
[+green "You finally called me Spark."] She was so used to correcting him when he called her Domina, she had asked him so many times not to call her that, she wasn't his owner or his mistress, she was his friend after all. He was alright, they were safe and they were alive.

Why couldn't it be find the magic bees from the candy cane forest?

[google-font http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Rokkitt][Rokkitt The red sky shone over the Domina as he fastened her waist into a loop of red bloodvine that traveled up the gigantic hand. With her help the both of them began shimmying down the side arduously. From where they were it was quite a way down and he had no ability to help them down. THe feeling of uselessness started to seep in. For how new he was in this body, This realm had been very familiar to him. Even now he remembered roaming through the pits below, looking for scraps and forging light like the lost souls lesser than him. No, He was certain the rivermen would arrive for them both and retrieve their lost souls. Though, The hope would be that they would have found the bees by then. And moreover, actually captured them.

It was a long shot plan. But he didn’t have many others. For now, it would just be one step after the other. Listening quietly to her story gave him peace of mind, and although the inkling feeling of death was lingering in his mind her soft spoken words reached to his chest and soothed the rising knot that grew with every step.

[center [+teal “The crevasse down there… Once we get down it we’ll be completely dark… The others should leave us alone since we don't belong. They’d be suicidal to attack me in this body.”]]

His muttering continued on as they slowly descended. As if finally letting his mouth loose the words fell out without attempting. Muttering and speaking under his breath as if to reassure his nervousness, his worry over Domina's declining health. The rise in his throat as she coughed. Yes… He reassured himself of the safety of this place, that even in the Domina’s Death, should he fail to save her from this fate. She would not leave his side. He’d claw and tear and bleed to keep her soul to himself. That no Reaper takes her beyond the veil. He’d claw them off. With teeth and nails and a ferver the likes of which they’d never seen before... This red, he’d been so used to it and in here he felt… Different. As if he had some power within him that he’d long since forgotten. Or.. Possibly lost. Soon they hit the center of the arm leading down when he heard something… A call, a bird-like screech came from the distance, then louder as they came flying out of the red fog with a purpose. He Glanced to them, then to the Domina Below him on the vine. When his vision lit up in this darkened place, Fire billowed out of the creature's mouth and headed towards him. Only barely he let his hands go and fell by his legs only as he slid down much faster than intended. Only barely managing to Dig his claws in the wrist of the Titan sliding down it causing blood to pour out of the seeping wound his claws left. It seeped slickly down onto him as he came to a bare halt by one arm. His rope was utterly eviscerated by the fire. Taking a short breath of relief only for it to be shattered by the screams below as the domina fell hopelessly to the ground below.

Instinct told him to catch her. To at the very least break her fall. To do something, anything! And he let go. Falling through the air darting towards the Domina only to wrap his arms around her and burry his head in her chest as they plummeted.

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They began to glide just barely not hitting the ground. He felt it as the red wind pushed his hair. His eyes a slit like cats as he looked up at the Domina Gliding on his back. Black wings. Ravenlike and wide spilled from his back. Flapping as they smoothly got to the ground. Landing with a tumble of dust and dirt…

[center [+teal “...Spark I- We-...”]]
He gripped her tightly as they lay sprawled out on the hellish dry floor of the dark corridors of the first layer.

It was as though everything was glazed in blood, she thought as her eyes tried to adjust to the strange look of everything around them. She had never seen anything like it, the air felt thick and heavy and everything told her danger was lurking. She couldn't sense anything natural here, besides Zed's hand in hers. She furrowed her brow at him when he spoke. Could she walk? She shuffled her feet experimentally and then nodded, her voice seemed lost somehow amidst everything.
[+green "Zed, I don't think I like it here."] She whispered softly to him, she wanted to go back and the look of worry on his face really wasn't helping her to be anymore at ease. If he was worried down here, then she ought to be too. She wasn't supposed to like it here, she figured this place wasn't made for creatures like her and right then she wanted to turn tail and run.

She couldn't though.

Spark watched Zed for a moment as she got her bearings, they needed the bees and maybe that would help them figure out what was going on. She felt sick, sicker than she had before but that was this place. She held back some coughs and lifted her gaze to the strange sun, the heat was incredible and Spark was grateful she wasn't wearing layers upon layers of clothing.
[+green "Hey, let's just get the bees and go home, alright?"] She murmured, brushing her fingers over Zed's gently, as if trying to pull him away for the worry he felt. They would be fine, in and out with no problems. The glaring red hue to everything did nothing for Spark's appearance, it only highlighted the dark circles under her eyes and the start of faint vein lines running along certain points of her body. She was ill, there was no denying that now. Veins were too close to the surface and her colour seemed dull, no shine to her hair or eyes but she hadn't given up, not yet. She sucked in a breath and started to put one foot in front of the other, meticulously and slowly. She couldn't rush, she didn't think she had the energy and this place was doing a great job of sapping whatever she had left.

Then she had an idea, something to take her mind off of it and maybe Zed's if he was willing. How different he looked without that hood pulled up, veiling him from sight.
[+green "When I was young, I lived by the coast. It was warm, not like this, and it was always sunny. I forgot what rain was like."] She murmured quietly as they walked, if she could keep her mind situated on something then she could keep going.
[+green "Everyone wore colours. When this is over, I'll take you there. You'd like it, I think."] She murmured, flexing her fingers as if to make sure they still worked and she pushed out a smile. That would be nice, relaxing on some sand, listening to the waves and feeling the cool breeze tickle her skin and move through her hair with Zed.

It wasn't working, it was making her dread that if something did happen then it would sting all the more. She wasn't foolish, this could be a trap and the spirits of Hell might well just keep her down here, maybe give Zed a proper life back in exchange for a Fey life. Where the dark thoughts came from, she didn't know and she surmised it was probably this place invading her mind with all its darkness. It was strange to think Zed came from here, that he was part of this place and it had belched him into her world.

Then again, every phoenix came from ashes.

[google-font http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Rokkitt][Rokkitt A well of fire built up in his chest, His entire body burning up as if the flames he was seeing saw him too. As they stood at the precipes of the gate leading down to the first circle. he paused apprehensive for what was to come. The wave of heat came with a red glow. And burning flesh emanated from the inside as hot air blew his clothes and hair in the wind. Embers pouring out from the cracked marble below them, as if they already stood on the basalt. From the darkened brimstone caverns on the other side. His hood blew off of his head, and as the two of them stood at the opening he looked at the Domina. The bees were the only option that worked…

[center [+teal “I promise we'll both come back… Both of us… I’ll make sure of it. Just hold onto me.”]]

His eyes wide and unsure he glanced around them, at the sigils below their feet. Then a massive vibrating pulse took over the room. Shaking it down to their feet. Like a groan from a massive beast he looked back to see Drusus and the Skeletons watching them from the other room intently. And just like that. As he tightened his hand around The Domina’s, fear coursing its way through his veins he felt it. Just as he had before. The pull that brought him to the surface and gave him a body. The same pull threatening to take back what it gave him. His fingers grew numb as he clenched them tightly. The soft skin of his mistress the only thing keeping him in the reality of what was happening. His body and blood boiled and it felt at once like all light had been extinguished from his insides. Being perverted by the sheer pull of it as if to say [i you shouldn’t have come back...] Then Darkness…

A pure black washed over him. Vision a blur by the pull. He was left disoriented. He might have thought himself blind if not for the glint of red that soon shined off the Domina’s hair soon after his eyes adjusted to the Red hue that colored everything here. Her face, he never wanted to see it in this light. But as his vision cleared he found himself crouching on the floor. One hand touching the strange softened ground while the other held the Domina’s.

[center [+teal “Your alright… Great… That was the easy part… Now we just need to find out where we are… Your Living, as am I. Which means we don’t belong here… Eventually A spirit should wisk us out… But I don’t know who.. Or how… or when… So we should move quickly… Can you walk?” ]]

Peering around his eyes widened. The sky pure red he saw nothing for as far as he could see. A fog of red covered the distance. It seemed they had landed in the Farlands. Not a particularly safe place, But it was as safe as landing could be. Looking around he noticed immediately as he got his barings that they were elevated. Of course… he’d seen these before. These obelisks that marked the grave of a Titan. Their hands lurching out of the magma as they were sunk low… It was coming back to him now… His knowledge of this place, its history… Just how long had he been here…?

Standing and looking out into the distance, he let go of Sparks hard and slowly approached the edge of the Obelisk they were summoned on. It was a hand, And they rested on its palm as if they were ants.

He already missed ants. But the plan was simple. Stay away from the Towers. Skirt their way into the Red forest. And capture some Bee’s… Wait… How were they going to do that…? He hadn’t thought that far ahead. Looking up at the black sun. He hoped this would work. Worry was painted on his face.

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Spark tilted her head at Zed. Had he never experienced fear? Nothing would keep him there against his will, she was a creature of light and she knew that beings of darkness hated to see themselves in the cold light of day and she would bring it down upon anything that tried to stop them from leaving when they had got what they needed. Telling anyone not to be afraid was such a pointless endeavour it seemed. Fear was not something willed away by words, no matter how comforting they were or how sweet. Fear was something to be faced down, to glare at and either the storm against. Spark would be there at his side when the storm approached and threatened to become too much. She was not salvation, but more of the sun in the clouds if he so desired.

The metallic tang of blood in the air stung as he started to drip the packets and Spark readied herself as best she could. Zed knew what he was doing by mechanical intent alone and she eyed him when he cut his own palm with his fang, moving to try and stop him but she was too late and he caught her hand. She watched him, mesmerised for a second. He was no longer a shy boy feared of his own shadow. She didn't resist as he explained. He then sliced her palm and she flinched slightly, watching the blood drip into the bowl to mix with his. She stared at Zed in silence for a moment and then nodded.

Her eyes cast around to the sigil and she was careful not not smudge a line or anything as she moved to the center with Zed. There was an uncomfortable pulling sensation, a twist in her gut and for a second she felt like she might just empty her stomach for a split second as everything felt like it was twisting. She squeezed her eyes shut, grinding her teeth against the sensation and she could hear a fierce ringing in her ears, the blood rushing through her body and then she found footing and stumbled, gasping in deep for breath. She opened her eyes, vision swimming sickeningly as she found something to brace against as she struggled to make sense of what was going on. She hadn't expected that in the slightest, she hadn't exactly known what to expect but there was a suffocating sensation of darkness swirling around and she didn't want to look anywhere except Zed, fearing the horrors she might unveil.

[google-font http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Rokkitt][Rokkitt [center He felt it here, the connection. Stronger than he had even in the ritual room of the cultists. He imagined the Demonic energies there were burned out by the ritual, culminating in his rebirth on this strange yet content plane. Snatching up the bloodpacks stuffing them in various pocket s in an attempt to carry them all at once he felt a strange watering in his mouth when he neared them. It wasn’t like a smell, as they were completely sealed no, it was some ulterior connection to the blood itself. Like his being and existence was made whole when he neared it. A sense of joy filled his heart just like the time he spent beside the Domina, And this place. Its darkness welcomed him. And here he felt… Oddly home. He knew why and there was a portion of him that betrayed that feeling. Guilt began to seep into his consciousness.

He wanted to revolt against this welcoming darkness, Assert his place in this plane. And in doing so stave away from the void that called to him as that voice called on him to kill not moments before. Before realizing it he’d been standing in the doorway to the study simply peering into the room when She commented on his fear. Of course she noticed. His spine had been chilled and he hadn’t noticed it but he was indeed afraid.

[center [+teal “Is this what fear is? I don’t want to be pulled back. I feel like if I even go through with this then… Then I don’t know what sort of force will try to keep me there…”]]

Silently he broke his stair and solemnly began ripping the bloodpacks with his sharpened nails. Slicing through them with ease he never realized how sharp his nails had been… Then again they may not have been. Perhaps they got this way when he first wanted to kill Drusus… [i he still wanted to kill Drusus]. But her presence kept him lured away from the itch. And soon he went through the motions. In a circle he spilled the blood in an open ten foot section of the stone floor. This study, It was interesting carrying various objects of power sitting on shelves and laying about waiting for an unknowing hand to touch only to become cursed by their no doubt vile energies. He became fixated by the signs he drew on the floor. A sense of numbness washing over him when he misplaced a sigil or line. And soon just by his 6th sense he knew how to make the sigil he needed to reopen a Portal to Hell.

Looking up at the domina with wide eyes from the floor with blood covered knees and hands He brought his hand to his mouth and dragged it across one of the fangs on his teeth, Slicing it open. Then, draining his blood into a bowl in the center of the elaborate circle he constructed. Carefully avoiding the fresh sigil he approached The domina and took her hand.

[center [+teal “The sigil needs a blood connection for all those who wish to go through and return. We… We wont have time to remake it on the other side so, its best we do it now. Let me…”]]

He took his mouth to her palm. The soft skin of her hand touching his lips he opened his mouth and did the same to her hand. Slicing it open with a sharp fang. Drawing her blood into his mouth briefly his eyes glowed slightly as he pulled away and held her hand over the bowl as well. He didn’t experience the draw of blood sucking that vampires did. But in doing so he affirmed something he had been avoiding since he came here. She was extremely tasty to him. He wondered if it was indeed her blood, or the connection they shared that made her so sweet to drink…

What sort of thoughts were these…? He needed to get this done with sooner rather than later.

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Spark levelled her gaze with Drusus, even now trying to appear as a lady, dignified and strong in her resilience even in the face of sickness. Spark watched Drusus, he made a point. It wasn't entirely unbelievable that Raziel was the cause of her sickness but somehow she didn't think so. Raziel would have likely said something, he would have moved further from her forest. This was her domain after all, something else was going on and maybe Zed's bees could be the balancing act. She didn't know exactly and she was growing tired.
[+green "I won't die "] She interjected at Zed's words, attempting a wan excuse at comforting him and offering some kind of roundabout assurance. It was a promise she couldn't make, they both knew that and Zed was not a child.

Relief flooded her like heat on a cold day when Drusus agreed and Spark eyed him over, half expecting a trick but there was none and she simply nodded to him. Spark could sense danger, the urge to flee but they needed to do this and she eyed the blood bags. She hadn't expected so much and she rose to her feet and eyed the study.
[+green "Gratitude, Drusus."] She murmured and looked to Zed, sensing his trepidation in the situation at hand and she let her hand snake into his, giving it a soft squeeze. She was down, but not out. She would offer what help she could.

Spark smiled softly to the Hellboy and stepped into the study, gazing around at the place. If they weren't so pressed, she might have rummaged around and let her Fey nature run wild because the things in here would boggle the mind but they had a job to do.
[+green "You look scared, it worries me when you get scared."] He was a demon, not many things could spook a demon and she wanted to know what to expect. He'd been acting strangely lately and Spark supposed it could be the myriad of events lately and it was probably taking a toll on him.

[+green "I'll make this up to you, we can go swimming again or do something you want to do."] Spark offered, they just needed to get through this and it would all be sorted, everything would go back to normal, wouldn't it?