"Angels, M'lady? But of course I can defend against them! Have all these years of hiding caused you to forget the power I once had at your side?" he let out a nervous chuckle but didn't allow it to last for very long, for fear she may break his newly healed wrist again, "Do you think, M'lady, your vanguard would have retained some of their powers? You see, there have been talks, rumours if you will, of magical folk, and let me make it clear that they are said to be simple mortals, deep in the wilderness of these lands. I cannot be sure, but magic is so rare these days and you see...well...perhaps it would be a good idea to investigate such stories? And if it appears they are not what we are looking for...." Deaken's hand slid down to a knife sheathed to his belt, and his finger danced across the silver as lightly as an insect ran across water, "Well, I'm sure you'll know what to do M'lady."
He watched, dazed as the little girl and her wolf companion fled in to the undergrowth in almost the same direction as he had entered the clearing, before shaking his head and following suit. He clicked his fingers and his companion grunted as he strode alongside his master, his heavy footing and loud breathing breaking the silence in the forest, and sending nearby creatures scurrying away. Deaken sighed as they walked, he was pleased he had his mistress back, pleased that he may soon be restored to his once famous mystical power, but he despaired at what she would do to him before he was granted this. he remembered how she had treated him before, how she had looked down upon him and laughed, had sent her vanguard loose upon him for fun, how she pretended to care for him while all the time showing him just how small and worthless she thought he really was. He didn't want this to happen again, but if he wanted to return to his former glory, he would have no choice but to tag along with her. But that did not mean he would allow her to return him to her side as a worthless slave, oh no. As they walked, he was formulating a plan in his mind, a plan to perhaps turn the tables on the demon, perhaps shut off the connection with her world. Destroying the gateway would surely isolate her magic, and once she had used up what she had left, she would be forced to live as a mere mortal, with a lifespan as short as the rest of the world.
Shaking his head to rid himself of these thoughts, he continued to follow his mistress. Even with as little power as she had now, his mind could still be at her mercy. She could read him like an open book if she wished, and she would see what he was planning. His hand reached in to his pocket and wrapped around an Illusion Rune, the small round stone with strange markings glowed dully in his hand before the dim light faded away. His yellow cat-like eyes brightened ever so slightly, a change even the little girl would miss, but a sure sign that his thoughts had been hidden behind a wall of thoughts he wanted her to see, were she to read him. A flicker of a smile appeared on his face, but vanished quickly when he realised what he was doing. She must not know. She must never know. For if she did, he would be at her mercy for eternity.