Jameson was suddenly alerted to something, although his body did not show it, he had noticed something off. He could not pinpoint what, that was until the point the bronze dragon he had inadvertently noticed shifted forms. He knew of very few creatures that could shift forms so fluently, and the choice of form gave away the creature as what it was. Jameson's instincts told him the creature meant no harm, but for cautions sake he reached into his overcoat and loaded his crossbow. Against a dragon it would not be much, but Jameson knew he would not take his true form in such a small corridor, so he hoped to use that to his advantage if it came to blows.

Jameson smiled and thanked Hotaru for taking the boy in. "I will try my best to find him a proper home, in the mean time, thank you." He bowed and fell too the back of the group. He wanted to keep an eye on their new follower, and hopefully get some alone time to find out just what his intentions were. An allied dragon would be extremely helpful for their group. He pulled a home made cigar from within his clothes and lit it. He breathed in the sweet taste. This was his second to last cigar, he would savor it well. Something told him he wouldn't get to make many more of these fine treats.

Jauffre

Jauffre used its spell like abilities to detect the thoughts of the group and sure enough this Jameson learned really quick about him. His cautionary actions were expected of a human. However, to be able to figure out and a keen sense to figure out what he was off the bat was not normal for their kind. No not normal at all. Jauffre would most certainly consult the man privately and let the man know that his intentions were of the benefit to the group. Also so that he would not reveal his suspicions to the others. He was not ready to be known yet. Not while there was a ill tempered witch who mistrusted everything and everyone. Why was she among these survivors he did not know. Her kind have also been a danger to society and always will be. However, she did care a bit about the elf woman which was a bit out of place. A witch caring for an outsider from her coven was not common. He looked to Jameson and made it so that only he saw his face and eyes. His innocent fox eyes quickly shifted to that of a dragons and then back to that of a fox. Jauffre then moved ever closer to the point he was no more then twelve inches from the man. He then sat down and looked up with one paw outstretched touch the leg of Jameson. He wanted the man to simply crouch just so that he could speak to the man.

Nova looked to Fenn and then to Kyalia. Fenn's concern was very curious. "What a witch caring for someone else other then herself?...." She said. She then took her steps closer to them Elendil and Dorian right behind her. She then looked directly at Kyalia not leaving her eyes from Kyalia's. "Trust me, if I can vouch for the passing of a drow elf, what makes you think I can't for a exhile?" She said. She then looked over to Fenn." You are a smart woman so don't play dumb with me. You both know very well the hatred between our kin and that of the dark elf's over there. Trust me my kin wouldn't care all that much about Kyalia and her past. They would more be concerned with a Drow elf roaming free within a elf city." She responded to their question. "Just promise me you won't do or say anything when we get their that will mess this whole plan up. Put aside petty differences and of course more then anything...." She paused and looked to Fenn. " Be polite and don't say anything rash. I have traveled with you long enough Fenn to know that you have a problem with trust and treat those people with bitter attitude. That will get you and your friend kicked out of a elven city." She added. With that she turned around and saw the survivors gaining some distance between them and decided it was best to get back on the move.

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Hotaru brought the young boy with her to the survivors and looked around for the helmet filled with water. When she saw where it had ended up she moved to the person who held it. When he was done taking his share of water she asked if she could take the helmet so that the boy could drink. The man looked down at the boy and it was impossible for him to say no to someone so young. "He lost his parents and I aim to take care of him for awhile." She said to the man as she brought the helmet to the boy and helped him hold it so he could drink the clean purified water. "What is your name?" She asked. To which the boy responded with. "Daniel but my mommy always called me Danny." He answered. She smiled and ruffled the air on top of his head.

It was impossible for Valken to ignore the commotions going on a few miles away Hell, if he were across the country he'd still hear the sounds of terrible voices and the battle. But as he flew with the jet stream of circulating air with in the atmosphere he was strangely indifferent about all of this. To put it simply, he hardly cared. He had nothing much to loose as his family was guaranteed safety in the scuffles of powers between the masses of demons or humans. His surrogate father, Saint Micheal was an' angel himself and he had been called upstairs to over see the power struggles and his Mother is on clean up duty, recirculating souls into the world to be born anew. He imagined they were both working around the clock now. Other than them, Valken had no children, no women to speak of, no house, or hardly any possessions except for the clothes on his body.
Perhaps the only thing he could have that was worth anything if not by much, was a couple of friends and acquaintances who managed to look passed his horns and his awkwardness. If he were to find them dead, he would bury them and possibly curse their fragility. Valken didn't have much of a need for money either as he ate off of the walking, shrieking , crying, talking, long pigs that scattered like cock roaches or puffed out their chests like roosters at the sight of danger. Humans.
And as long as there were humans, there was food for him to eat but don't get your knickers in a knot just yet. There is a general rule for the demonic human eating culture not to eat human children or minors as they would need to be given a chance to reproduce more humans and grow richer and fatter. Like throwing a fish that was too small back into the pond, that sort of thing. But of course that doesn't speak for all Demons.

Up again Valken was beginning to feel the full effects of the battle raging on up ahead and even if he was 50 miles away, it was getting too loud. So he dove towards the ground into a tree, promptly climbing down to the earth's surface. As he stood, he stopped. And he heard talking sounds coming as echoes from some place. They seemed familiar, so he tucked his wings beside himself and ran for the source that ultimately lead him into a sewer line.
It was most intoxicating with the pungent smell of human and animal fecal matter or rotting trash. It was wet, some areas slippery and eye watering. Valken could feel his nose hairs burning as he took breaths through his nose and if he breathed through his mouth, he could taste whatever foul concoctions this soup of glorious shit was brewing for probably hundreds of years. Now this was a true situation of the lesser of two evils, both instances Valken was inhaling this junk.
Like a cat with wet paws he awkwardly tiptoed through the sewer, occasionally flailing his foot to fling off some poop or gunk he stepped in as he had no shoes (or couldn't wear shoes). Eventually he happened on the troop. A LARGE troop at that and Valken simply emerged from the shadows ahead of them, disgusted and uncomfortable.
Using some echolocation he found familiar images, but many UNfamiliar images as well and he opened his mouth agape to show all his teeth inside threateningly.
"Who in christ are YOU people?" He said gutturally, with what light that shined in the sewer it bounced off of Valken's eyes.

Ishmael

Ishmael turned to face the owner of the voice that just spoke asking them to reveal themselves. Well not so much reveal but give out names and such. When he saw who it was oddly a smile formed about his face. He then rose a fist up into the air to get peoples attention as he moved towards Valken. "At ease everyone, this one is a friend of mine and under the protection of the church." That very set of words got him thinking. The Church and the elves were good allies and what Fenn was concerned about gave him an idea. He would save that for later. "I present to you Valken Daedricht son of Saint Michael." He was only a foster child to the Saint but Michael loved him enough like his own. He stepped ever closer to Valken until he was very close up to the man. He then placed the very hand that was up in the air upon Valken's shoulder and raise his other and did the same placing his forehead against Valken's. It was something paladin's did in respect to fellow brothers. "It is I Valken, Ishmael." He confirmed. He the turned away for a second gesturing over a Finn and Kyalia. "Can you put that amulet away his eyes are very sensitive to light. Also I have a solution to our little dilemma" He said.

Cassandra

Cassandra remembered the voice as well but oddly of all people in the group. Ishmael was the one to stand up for him. Valken was this one's name. She helped him once down the road because his wing was damaged and she was able to help him with it. At the time she did not know he had ties within the church. Then again she never asked him about it. Then Ishmael said something about having a solution to their problem with the elves. Her ears perked up and left Jameson's side to go stand by Ishmael's and Valken's. like a mother she grabbed Valken's left wing and gently rose it. "I see that it worked,... My medicine that is. Good to see you live and well Valken."

"You can vouch but can you succeed is another question entirely Elf." Fenn said before the voice was heard. She whipped to the side and was about to attack before he was proclaimed safe, by the Paladin no less. She could sense he was a demon(just a sticky sort of feeling in her gut), and she found it odd he was placed under protection of the church.
"Son of Michael?" Fenn raised an eyebrow. This trip just got weirder and weirder, but Kyalia lowered the amulet and Fenn blinked to get used to the dark.
"When we aren't running for our lives, that is a story I have got to hear." Fenn said and Kyalia hit her on the arm, hard.
"Fenn, shut up." Kyalia said and Fenn glared at her but shut up.
"What is your solution Ishmael?" Kyalia asked him and Fenn turned her gaze to him.

Ishmael

He figured it was safe for him to speak of his solution. He saw Cassandra and that she was a little eager to hear it as well. "Well lets just say the Church and the Elves are mutual friends because of the duties we have upon this earth. They respect our decisions and I thought if I told the elves that you three were under the same protection as Valken here which they no doubt know about as well. Then they shall grant you safe passage. They would simply tell me that I am accountable for anything you three do." He said. He had to make it look believable though and looked to the three of them picking out who would seem more trusting and Fenn was the first to be ruled out. Her attitude was a bit well unwelcome, that's a witch for you though. He noticed that Kyalia had a lot of self control unlike her friend so he decided he would pick her. He moved over to her and he reached within a pouch hidden by the shield that covered it. He removed from it a necklace with a cross on it. He then held it in his hands and spoke a prayer. He then handed it to Kyalia. "Here wear this about your neck, I got one for all three of you." He then looked to Fenn and then Kyalia. " I just hope your friend here can at least pretend to be polite even if she hates the elves, or the church. I was never involved in the burning of witches. You see we paladins are not made for such duties. We were built,... or at least I was to fight demons. However, I learned that humans can be far worse than any demon." He added. He then took two more crosses from his pouch. Each one was made of silver and shone even in the darkness. He said the same prayer and handed one over to Fenn and when he was going to hand one over to Cassandra he could tell that her Rogue side was very interested in it. Pure silver and bless by the church, to her it must be expensive.

Cassandra turned around moving her pony tail out of the way. "Can you put it on for me?" She asked and he nodded doing just that. She turned it around and frowned. "Well it is beautiful but this leather armor and everything sure does make it look out of place." She said and Ishmael shook his head at her. "What?"

"Nothing, it seems women behave rather similar no matter the race when it comes to jewelry" He said. He then sighed and looked to each three, Kyalia, Cassandra, and Fenn. "I don't mean to sound as mean as the elf ,but being under my protection and that of the church does not mean you can behave rudely." He then looked to Fenn. "I know, getting me kicked out from a elven city over your actions might sound fun to you because of who I represent but please don't let your actions effect those around you. They won't just punish me or you, but Kyalia too. Keep that mind, Elves can give a punishment far greater then anyone can."

"Okay first of all, I resent that. You act like I'm some kind of savage, I know how to act in company. I just don't do it if I don't have to. Second of all, obviously I don't hate the elves. I mean, my best friend is an elf for God and Goddess's sake. Third of all, I am not wearing that, I have my own religion and I am not going to pretend to be something I am not." Fenn said, handing the necklace back to him.
"Fenn," Kyalia started but Fenn cut her off.
"No Kyalia...I am not going to disrespect my religion by hiding it and pretending to be part of the Church. Why do you think so many witches burn? We'd rather die than give up our religion and if you disagree with that, that's fine but nothing you can say to change that. If the elves want to let me in, then they can do that without the protection of the Church. I will be polite but I will not take the backing of the Church...I hope you understand. This isn't me trying to be rude or prideful, this is me standing my ground for my religion." Fenn said and Kyalia sighed, but she understood. Plus, this was probably the nicest Fenn has been since Kyalia met her.

Nova rolled her eyes at the whole thing and even laughed when Ishmael told Fenn to basically behave herself. Yeah to see her do that would be one for the books. "If your a white witch, I hate to see what the dark ones are like." She commented. She then looked over to Valken and rose a brow. " So that's what he looks like, Elendil." she said causing Elendil to look over as well. "I always heard rumors between the elders about a demon residing within the protection of the church but when they talked about him I always expected some ugly thing or something. " This caused both elves to look to Nova as she said her words. "Looks like my expectations were wrong, he is kind of cute actually. I hope those tallons are sharp enough to cut through some of the toughest demon hides up there." She responded. When she saw Kyoto however with the survivors she remembered what they were doing in the first place. "Um now this whole thing is done can we get moving. Every minute we wait here the demons upstairs could be finding themselves. Ever closer to us." She said.

Hotaru looked up as the voices chatted with one another. Valken was unexpected but she was one of the few who did not even judge Valken the moment Ishmael spoke for him. Not all demons were evil, there were some good ones. Human's only claim them as evil or demonic because they are different. However, her father was one demon that she figured was good not evil. This one was even the son of a Saint. Probably the only reason he got a free pass. Her and her father,.... they would most likely not.

What a lot of people forget is that Valken can hear every conversation at once, and since they group was so tightly packed together, it wasn't hard at all. When he was announced as a friendly, Valken relaxed slightly and let the armored tin man approach him. He had to stick his face rather close for valken to see him properly and upon doing so, things clicked.
"Oh...its you.." He said, his ears turning to focus on Ishmael. " I should have guessed you'd be around here.."
Valken stood silently as his name was given out to the group along with his title of St. micheals son and frankly he was a little embarrassed by that.

But among the smells and sounds of the different people he was taking into his senses he noticed that Cassandra approached him rather casually and immediately he lowered his head and bent his knees so that he would be lower to her. It was a sign of respect and submissiveness as she practically saved his means to eat. They had met when Valken tore his wing which rendered him unable to fly with out considerable exertion. With out his ability to fly he would not be able to catch humans, travel, or get away from danger.
With out retaliation he let her take his wing and out stretch it to examine the thin layer of stretched skin and upon it there was a medium patch of a lighter shade of skin where his tear was.
"Yes.." Valken answered her simply before raising up to his full height and he took a large intake of air through his nose at her direction.
"You do not smell exactly the same as I remember.. it must be this dirt.." he said almost endearingly.
During his tasting session with cassandra he listened to Ishmaels plan. There was a few more females in the group and it seemed he ruffled one of their feathers. She seemed pretty adamant about her religious beliefs and frankly it made sense to him. Valken shrugged, to each their own.

He focused his ears to another group of females, his eyes weren't the greatest at sensing depth or detail but even from here he saw a pink blob. "My mother is a dark witch...and she makes good cookies and bread. By the way, I can hear you. And yes, it's a real mess out there.." He turned to Ishmeal, agreeing to the idea of keeping on.

Ishmael sighed as he moved off with Valken no doubt for behind him. Maybe even right beside him. "Mind the elf Valken, her anger has clouded her choice of words." He said in apology to her response about dark witches towards Fenn. "With your acute hearing you probably heard the whole argument before you got here. The witch over hasn't really tried to get along with anyone sense we have been down this sewers. Plus she might have a few emotional problems as well." He added. "She did lose two of her kinsmen to the monsters up there so forgive her." He then looked to Valken as his he continued from the way Valken and popped out from. "You know in all my line of work of slaying demons and I was never prepared for a full scale attack. If it were only a few demons I could have handled them. I failed the church in my mission." He didn't know why he said that. IT was not like he was looking for sympathy from Valken or anyone for that matter. He just wanted his self blame for the whole destruction of the city to be made clear. His great god in Heavan might forgive him for this failure but he could never forgive himself.

Cassandra held unto the necklace Ishmael had given her and as she heard his words mostly the part about him blaming himself she felt like saying something but wasn't too sure as if that would help or not. He might have just wanted to speak his mind. Letting words flow outwards is good for the mind even if no one talks back. Knowing that someone was there to listen was good enough. She smiled and looked to Jameson as she thought of that. How many days did she spend with him while he helped her. She was a nervous wreck when he found her and now look at her. A rogue at full health saving what survivors she was allowed of.

Nova blushed as she heard Valken's response to her hateful words. To make it worse Ishmael apologized for her. The sad part was he was right. Her anger had built up towards the witch and it had exploded into something ugly. In all truth she was no better then her. She bowed her head towards him. "I am sorry, I did not mean to insult your mother."

Hotaru looked to the boy she was with and gave him a little smile. "Let's go stand by Ishmael and Valken okay?" She said. The little kid known as Danny looked at Valken and was a bit unsure about it "Are you sure it's safe? He is a demon like the monsters that killed my parents?" He responded. She looked up at Valken and then back to the little boy and simply replied. " Yes and No, yes he is a demon and no he is not like those who killed your parents, you can tell that by his behavior. Look he has behaved far better then most humans that I have meet." She answered. The boy simply nodded with a "if you say so" in response. She then hurried up to push her self between Valken and Ishmael. She did it so that Danny would be closer to Ishmael then Valken. She then smiled and wondered about him a little. "So your mother is a Dark Witch? The way you described he she seemed rather gentle."

“White Witches are frank, and truthful. We don't lie or charm people because that's manipulation and the number one rule of witchcraft is we don't manipulate people. Ever...whether it be with our magic or with out words. So you may not like me but I won't ever deceive you. I also don't do dark magic, ever, or hurt people unless it's to protect myself or people who are innocent, or do not deserve whatever is about to be inflicted on them.” Fenn said flatly, her usual sarcasm not present at the moment.

“But don't you dare assume that all witches are the same. If you don't want me to assume that all members of the Church are the same or that all Elves are the same than I demand the same in return. I don't cooperate with hypocrites. It's that pesky moral compass again.” Fenn said, a little bit of her sarcasm returning to her. Kyalia looked at her nervously but Fenn seemed to be returning to normal, or at least what is normal for her. She didn't like talking about the distinctions much, since they tend to get so blurred but she wasn't just going to sit back and take that,

“I don't trust anybody, very easily at least. But obviously I am here to help. Lithium wasn't my home...I came because I heard you might need some extra help in the days to come, so I came. You either take my help as I am, or not at all. I'm not an easy person to get along with, I know that, but I won't lie to you, I won't manipulate you to get what I want, I will give whatever help I can and it will come with sarcasm and a bad attitude ninety percent of the time. If that bothers you I can leave right now.” Fenn said, looking at the group and Kyalia stood behind Fenn, literally and figuratively.

Ishmael sighed as he heard Fenn be more defiant. "If you won't wear it then you will need to take Jameson on his offer, the elves would and will never accept you without it." He looked to those who had accepted the necklace and then she said something about her leaving if they did not want her help. He rose a hand up in Nova's direction before she said anything. " where would you go?..." He asked. "Back there?... There is nothing for you there, look at the canal. The water flows this way because this is the only way out. The other direction is a Dead end... Don't be foolish." He paused for several seconds and then continued. " I hate your attitude not you entirely, if you can behave yourself then fine do so."

Jameson tipped his cap, smiling back at Cass as she looked to him. He continued on his way, showing no signs of interacting with the dragon. ' So you can read minds ey?' he thought to himself as he went along. 'My next question is can you communicate telepathically? If so I recommend doing it now.' He paused as he looked towards Valken. 'A Demon with exceptionally good hearing has just joined our ranks.'

Jameson's sense of smell was on par with Valken's hearing abilities. Jay's own hearing was exceptional as well, along with his eyesight. James made sure not to reveal anything about his wolf blood to the dragon. Instead he thought of the conversation on hand, and he began to wonder at the age of the dragon. Perhaps his wisdom would serve them well.

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Valken listened to Ishmael as he walked along side him and it seemed he was venting to him about what has happened and he nodded when he was finished. Perhaps it was just the fact that it was impossible for Valken to understand what it was like to work for the church, or have a dedication for it, or have a religion for that matter.
"I imagine you don't know what nihilism is.. " He said surprisingly in response.
"Look, you can choose to look at it that way, or you can choose to look at the fact that there is no such thing as failure. If, as you believe that God has some grand design for you all, then it was supposed to happen and you did not fail in his eyes because he meant for it to happen. " Valken had a weird moment when he realized that he sounded like his surrogate father. " ....just don't worry about it." He said a little agitated by himself.

While talking to Ishmael he was made aware that the pink smudge and an' ankle bitter was nearing them and they had reached their sides just as Valken was done.
The pink smudge began the conversation but Valken was actually paying more attention to 'the sapling'.
"Yes. Mother was most merciful and brutal. She fed me well and would take me outside with her through meadows of flowers. I have good memories as we would play in the snow in the winter time and she would groom me and dress me accordingly. She taught me many things including the dark arts of raising the dead, summoning demons and interplanal travel and defenses. She stimulated my mind well. When I reached sexual maturity she began to train me and taught me a lot about taking care of myself and what I needed to eat in order to gain muscle and keep it. But she wouldn't have been able to to any of those things if she didn't feed me properly as an infant. While I could walk with in 3 hours of my birth, I had to drain my mother of her breast milk and father of his blood to eat well. In response they had to also make sure that they were in good health for my sake. In a years time, I could eat human flesh and thus my mother had to lure humans to our home so that I may live. I imagine it must have been a horrible moral conundrum and that she had to escape many a hangings and prosecutions but it had to be done so that I could one day feed myself entirely and they would be rid of such work. Yes, Mother was most merciful and brutal indeed."

Truthfully Valken has never had any experience with kids, he's never been allowed to play as a child himself in fear that he might eat them as soon as he was hungry. His parents were right to keep him from them, not only to protect Valken from other angry parents, but to protect their human children.
Valken turned his head and focused on the child and made strange clicking noises at it. He was curious and strangely he became excited and he wanted to play with it. But to let Valken play with this kid would be closer to a dog trying to play with a squirrel and everyone knows what would eventually happen to the tiny squirrel.
"What is it?" He asked the boy, stalling in his gait and bringing up the rear behind the boy. He bent down and sniffed at his hair so much that a few hair strands were lifted up off the top of his head.
"Does it fight?" He asked, lifting his foot and purposely shoving the kid forwards. Truthfully he wanted to beat the child to test it's limits and will it to defend for itself. It was a strange act of 'brotherly bullying' except that Valken would kill the child if it did not attack him back. He wasn't aware of the possible motherly instinct of the females as he knew that the kid was not born of them.
"The sapling is weak." He said threateningly chattering his teeth together. " I could walk with in 3 hours of my birth. And it takes you 3 years." Valken would swipe the ankles of the kid as he tried to walk, tripping him and preventing him from getting away too far. It was a cat and mouse game.

While he was 'playing' with the sapling, his ears were being raided by a whining voice like a bleating lamb trying to cry with it's throat slashed.
Eventually Valken's excitement turned into rage and disgust and he turned around and focused on the white witch.
"SHUT UP" He shouted inches from her face. "YES, YOU ARE BOTHERING ME- GO AWAY AND DIE ALONE IF YOU DO NOT TRUST ANYONE- SHUT UP SHUT UP- SHUT UUP"
Valken's shouting seemed very unnecessary against kyalia's mere talking which, made him look like he had severe anger issues. Which.. he did.
" If you yourself say that you have a bad attitude then you are basically calling yourself a big, fat, bitch! Everything you just said was just a huge pile of BUUUUULLLLLLLSSSSSHIIIIIIIIITTT and I don't want to spend the time it would take to undo the mass if stupidity you just released into the air and raped my ears with! SO GO- JUST... GO- GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE I DON'T WANT TO DEAL WITH YOU THE REST OF THE WAY IF I CAN'T DEAL WITH YOU FOR 5 SECONDS!"

"And who are you, Demon Spawn, to judge me? To condemn me for who I am? Because you are no better than me, false son of Michael." Fenn spat, not backing down. He didn't scare her, not as much as he thought he could. Not much scared her anymore, and this child most definitely did not.
"You only know of your own cruelty but you don't know what exists in the rest of the world. You don't know what exists in the soul of the blackest of the black who were allowed to walk this world when it separated. Your mother may have been Black but she was not Dark, and yes stupid child, there is a difference. You only know what is told to you...but not what actually is. You can't trust the words of other people, boy, only their actions. And trust takes time...it is not instant, like you so want it to be. It is days, weeks, months, even years of reliability that the person who you so desperately want to trust actually deserves that. Because we aren't like your father, we can't see into the hearts of others. And so we came up with other ways, and you have to put up with that because if you can't then go home boy. You are obviously still too young to be away from your mother's bosom." Fenn growled, fire arching up her fingertips but she quickly put it out. She stepped back, his ignorance angering her. She could feel something primal wake up in her, something she hasn't felt since she was a child. Something that a White Witch condemns and leaves to rot in the darkest part of their minds. She could feel the Darkness creeping up and she shook her head, pushing it back down.

Jauffre looked to the demon Valken as his actions spoke for itself. The demon was very troublesome in that it had easily grown very angry. The man was right, we were best to talk telepathicly. lucky for him over the years he had walked this earth he had learned how to. "Agreed, that one will take some time looking after, anyhow how onto the topic at hand. My name is Jauffre, and I am a bronze dragon. Incase you are are not too familiar with dragons I shall tell you simply that we bronze dragons always join the fights for the greater good. I am not your enemy or theirs. I am a ally and I am not working alone." He said into the mind of Jameson. "He is not in this tunnel but outside fighting the black storm that the demons travel under. He can control storms and winds and can walk on clouds." He explained. "We are also getting involved because of a personal matter. A evil dragon works with the enemy his name Alduin the devour of souls."

Cassandra rolled her eyes at Valken at his movements towards the little one. "Valken stop it, he is not a demon but a mere human child. You should know that they are not as strong as you are. Now behave yourself. As for the witch, just ignore her. In fact come stand here beside me and just keep yourself occupied with my sent. You always seemed to enjoy it." She said.

Ishmael had a little bit of concern for the little kid but Hotaru's forwardness was really inviting. She simply just asked him a simple question about his mother and he gave her everything. "Valken, your a sucker for thing called Lust you know that right?... It take a guy years to learn that kind of information from you and you spilled it all out in a couple seconds just because Hotaru has a cute face."

Jauffre raised a brow up at how the group communicated with each other. They were comfortable with the demon despite his short comings. "Do not mention what I am, you love nature as much as I do I can see that. For all they know I could be a fox you befriended in the many forests you walked in. I reveal my true form soon but not here. I honestly can't see how anything can live down here and besides the smell. I am not know hatch-ling mind you. I am close to becoming a great wyrm" he commented.

Silver was beginning to lose hope in this fight. This cloud had a very powerful owner that easily overpowered his abilities. He needed the help of Jauffre but he had to go down and help the survivors escape. He figured it best he joined that such group soon. He wasn't going to polymorph into some tiny little animal though. He took pride in his form and decided it best to summon a fog to help him hide his form as he escaped from the clouds and down towards the ground. He focused himself towards the exit to the sewers and when he found it he landed and kept the fog around him. The demons had many spies and he wished not to be found just yet.

"Oh for the love of....Why don't you all shut up!?" Kyoto barked. "It's a wonder that the demon's haven't already found us with all the bitching and moaning that is going on here." This time he blew a casket turning around. "Listen I don't care who or what any of you are but for the past several hours down here I heard you all do nothing but bitch and complain because someone believes in something different. If you lot keep it up we wont have any survivors to save...." He turned back around and continued walking. "I have killed things that didn't cry so much,..."He added. Literally what the fuck was wrong with these people. Someone tries to be nice and that's not good enough for them, because they don't believe in nice. Trust is about earning it and all that bullcrap. "Listen you lot want to kill each other, do it when we are within a hundred miles of this place." He was a samurai and was taught patience and never thought he would explode like that but they pushed him to that level.

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Alduin nodded to the order his master had given him and took flight as the others either did the same or just simply teleported to Lithuim. His job now was to prepare for a undead attack and destroy it. All of it, no mercy for them at all.