After about five minutes, Mason returned to the group, his clothing stained with ghoul's blood as well as his sword. "Back everyone, also, the pathway is clear now..." He said, smirking, his days as a pathfinder helped him alot.

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"I'd like to see you try." he said, narrowing his eyes. "Pain and suffering are nothing. They are the past and the forgotten, and my spirit is binded to the death of the innocent, you can't make a slave out of me." he responded. "Nice eye trick, as well, but nothing more than asthetics." he commented, just on the side.

as he became more and more furious with this asshole, he turned to mason, " take the others ahead a bit then report back to me, im going to make this punk my personal bitch."
as he spoke, the demon voice became easier to notice, and his headache he got from his 'powers' showing started to return.. he hoped no one would hate him for this....
his arm began to change form, appearing more demonic.


along with this, it gave of an ancient energy as old as hell itself. any high ranking demon of any sort could notice it a mile away...

Mina huffed annoyed and turned to the half-demon. 'Wait here and answer my questions when I return.' she said.
With a growl of irritation she walked over to Koran and placed her hand on his shoulder, forcing her energy into him again like before, just a little bit gradually. 'Koran, come on.' she said. 'No need in granting him the satisfaction of rebirth in this place.' she said annoyed.
'For the record, everything and everyone can be made a slave. No exceptions.' she said to Zaen as she pulled Koran away.
She looked at his arms with interest, but pumped some more energy into him as she looked him straight in the eye to snap him out of it. 'Cut it out.' she said at a calm voice.

Mason raised his eyebrow high when Koran gave him a command, he was ready to get slash-happy. "What the fuck do you think I look like, a private?" He glared, decided not to let it get to him, now he was just waitin gon the others to follow him. "What the...?" He said, watching Koran transform, he looked down at his blade, it looked like its energy was started to get all over the place. "Oh boy..." He said to himself, watching the weapon.

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Mina huffed annoyed and turned to the half-demon. 'Wait here and answer my questions when I return.' she said.With a growl of irritation she walked over to Koran and placed her hand on his shoulder, forcing her energy into him again like before, just a little bit gradually. 'Koran, come on.' she said. 'No need in granting him the satisfaction of rebirth in this place.' she said annoyed.'For the record, everything and everyone can be made a slave. No exceptions.' she said to Zaen as she pulled Koran away.

koran still influenced by his demonic side, looked to mina, and when she grabbed him to pull him away, he felt the strange need to submit to her, as if she were higher than himself, some sort of goddess. when they were far enough away from the group, he stopped, looking into her eye, and bowed to one knee, and spoke. " im not sure why, but something tells me i need to... submit... to you..."

Jerus refrained from getting between Koran and mister insane-o, hoping beyond everything that he would stab him in the face or something gratifying. He wouldn't do anything of course, he knew far too little about how everything here in Hell worked and he wanted to be sure that they would have time to get distance between them before the person revived or regenerated or whatever happened. Instead he watched Mason walk off on his own into the distance, wondering what could be drawing him there but deciding it was better to let the man be and go to his own thing.

Jerus then approached Mina cautiously, stopping close enough to hear anything she said to Koran but far enough away to be dismissed as simply watching for any more sneak attacks from the surrounding area. What's your secret girl...

"What about a cactus? Pretty sure those can't be slaves." he said, giggling insanely. He turned back to Koran and noticed him starting to submit to Mina. "What the fuck are you doing?" he asked. "She's not that hot." he said, snickering.

Mina blinked a bit as Koran bowed and took a knee for her, the act surprising her a bit. She had taken him a small distance away to stop the others from noticing if her demonic features returned slowly, but this was a good opportunity to find out more about him. She glared at Zaen and growled. 'Back off brat.'
She crouched down a bit and looked Koran in the eye, her regular amber colored eyes almost shining through after using her energy. 'What do you know of your demonic powers, Koran?' she asked him curiously, ignoring Zaen.

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Mina blinked a bit as Koran bowed and took a knee for her, the act surprising her a bit. She had taken him a small distance away to stop the others from noticing if her demonic features returned slowly, but this was a good opportunity to find out more about him. She glared at Zaen and growled. 'Back off brat.' She crouched down a bit and looked Koran in the eye, her regular amber colored eyes almost shining through after using her energy. 'What do you know of your demonic powers, Koran?' she asked him curiously, ignoring Zaen.

koran, looking into her eyes, and began to tell her about how he had been puti nto a coma by his father, and had a dream. " in the dream, i was here, in hell... a man claiming to be satan... he claimed that i was his son..."

Mina blinked a bit as Koran told her his story, keeping a straight face so he wouldn't notice though. While he spoke her mind was racing, trying to piece it all together. Her father had the powers Koran described in his story, but it was strange to hear it nonetheless. Her father had some halfbreeds walking around, but not many and those he found unworthy were easily killed off. It was hard to believe her father would have gotten a child with the creatures he claims to hate so much; angels.
'Satan claimed you were his son, huh?' she asked. 'That's a weird dream...'

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Mina blinked a bit as Koran told her his story, keeping a straight face so he wouldn't notice though. While he spoke her mind was racing, trying to piece it all together. Her father had the powers Koran described in his story, but it was strange to hear it nonetheless. Her father had some halfbreeds walking around, but not many and those he found unworthy were easily killed off. It was hard to believe her father would have gotten a child with the creatures he claims to hate so much; angels. 'Satan claimed you were his son, huh?' she asked. 'That's a weird dream...'

koran, still kneeling, spoke once again, " im starting to doubt that it was a dream.. i mean, you saw what happened to me... also, could i ask what you really are? i promise not to tell anyone in the group, and if what he said was true, i dont betray family... but i still ask of you to accept me under your wing.."

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Mina blinked a bit before rolling her eyes slightly, smiling a bit at him. 'You figured stuff out, huh? Could have expected it to be soon with all the energy I pumped into you.' she said. She took a seat on the ground, crossing her legs as her eyes reverted to their original amber color.
'Since you are interesting enough and figured it out first, I'll tell you.' she said.
'My name is Minata Nychta Scrios, eldest daughter of Satan and Princess of Hell.' she stated.

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(Finish this off quickly, then the other can be interacted with again and we can move on in the plot)Mina blinked a bit before rolling her eyes slightly, smiling a bit at him. 'You figured stuff out, huh? Could have expected it to be soon with all the energy I pumped into you.' she said. She took a seat on the ground, crossing her legs as her eyes reverted to their original amber color. 'Since you are interesting enough and figured it out first, I'll tell you.' she said. 'My name is Minata Nychta Scrios, eldest daughter of Satan and Princess of Hell.' she stated.

koran, standing up now, grinned. " huh... your the princess of hell, not sure whether to be scared or impressed, heheh" he flirted with her. " anyways, id appreciate it if you consider adding me to your list of 'tools', because id love to work under you" he grinned. "well, princess, shall we be on our way? i have a feeling the others are ready to move on, they are probably getting antsy, and by the way,.." he leaned in and gave her a peck on the cheek. " amber is a cute color" he grinned, walking to where mason and the others were.

'Probably a little bit of both.' she grinned slightly. She cocked her head as he spoke of wanting to serve under her as a tool, which caused her to snicker and worry at the same time. His sudden change was cute and all, but it was the weirdest reaction she had ever gotten to telling she was a demon and princess of Hell.
'They've been antsy for a while now.' she rolled her eyes at him as she got on her feet. She blinked as he pecked her on the cheek and complimented her before walking off towards the others.
'Hmm.... strange person..' she murmured lightly to herself, before walking towards the group as well.

Seth mostly ignored it when the man who introduced himself as Sargent Hale pissed him off only responding back with his name "Seth." He spoke and turned away looking at the group as he walked off. Seth hated military types like him, so kill happy and always so proud of themselves after a mission of killing people it made him sick. Seth had never enjoyed killing people the whole time he was in service which is why he preferred to use long range weapons as it was simple and quick to kill someone before they even knew it. Coming out of his memories Seth watched the group split off into a number of different conversations, it seemed the female known as Mina was in charge of the group so Seth approached her "Hope you don't mind me stay around." The boy spoke in his usual calm tone "Also, you used guns before, do you have any spare ones?" Seth continued to ask not knowing they were special guns which fired her demonic energy.

Jerus couldn't believe what he'd heard, going off in another direction to keep up the ruse of keeping watch for more attacks. Princess of Hell? Satan's DAUGHTER? And she's here to toy with us as we try to escape, maybe even keep us here when it looks like we've made it to the end of this dark tunnel. He couldn't believe that there was someone with that much influence amongst them. Of course, this could work for them, meaning that she could easily just power play them past larger obstacles. Of course, that would explain why that demon thing had surrendered to them, he had really been surrendering to HER.

Dangerous game, this, with a literal devil in our midst. Still, it's a gamble that could pay off quite handsomely. I'll just keep this to myself, maybe use it as leverage if I need something in the future. He smiled to himself, checking around the area he was in before rejoining the main group and looking at the others. "So, are we finally going?"

Mason turned around to the group, looking toward Jerus with an emotionless expression. "We're getting away from here, I already scouted out a passageway, it's safe. Let's get going before that changes for us." He said, his attitude changing completely as he was tasked with being a leader, or at least a navigator. He began walking his way toward the canyon he had previously went in a while ago. "Exercise extreme caution.." He said to them all, slowly he walked down into the canyon, motioning for the others to follow him.

"About time." Zaen muttered as he went over to the group, where they were finally moving. he took his knife out, in case. He had heard what Koran and Mina had said, which wasn't too suprising. It explained why she got so pissed when he touched the demon slave. He followed behind eveyrbody and slid down the wall wiith his feet.

John had caught the scythe after Koran threw it to him, dropping the bo-staff like it was nothing. He continued to laugh as he walked over to the ashes left over from the reaper that had attacked them and began to cut the ashes, laughing as he cut, staring at he blood that was left on the ground from it. As he cut at the ashes, the others were doing something... fighting... separating somewhat... one of them grew a demon arm... He didn't care what it all was, all he saw was the blood on the ground. He looked towards the others when the blood of just this one creature began to affect him less and less. His laughter had been slowly dying off ever since he began cutting at simple ashes, and was now more of a chuckle. He walked towards the first person he saw, which ended up being the one who bowed before Mina shortly before. Of course, it seemed that was what Koran was doing now, but this was the one from before. "Heh... Heheh... I need more blood..." Before he could get even close to the one who bowed, he dropped to his knees, dropping his scythe to his side and holding his head. "No... More more more...!" He said to himself before obviously seeming extremely stressed. His laughter died off as he curled himself up as much as possible for a moment, then let go of his head and uncurled. What... What the hell did I just do...? I couldn't control myself... He grabbed his scythe and stood up, looking at the one he had been walking towards with every intention of trying to kill if he hadn't stopped his random insane outburst. "Sorry... I don't know what came over me..." He looked at the ground, trying to think through what had happened. He suddenly heard another voice in his head, Heheheh... You said we didn't belong here... Someone's been lying! Heheheh... Ohh... Right... you don't remember, do you? But you remember now... Guess that's why we can talk now... Just one request... Make someone bleed... Please, oh please... Make them bleed! He shook his head before looking back up to see the others started walking finally. "I won't make anyone bleed that doesn't pose a threat..." Then that one with the demon arm... He looks threatening, eh? Make him bleed... Come on... You know you want to... "No... I won't..." He shook his head again before following after the others, beginning their adventure to attempt to escape Hell... Though John was only beginning to accept that's where he was... And that he may actually deserve to be there.

"What is your name and what is the reason your master allowed you to roam?" Mina asked him.

"My name, is Mithias." The fanged, shadowy being spoke from underneath a veil of black hair. He glanced akance at the others to calculate how he should respond. The reason he was allowed to roam was of course to do his master's bidding. He was not free. He did not escape. Shackles and chains were no longer necessary, for the bonds that held him were clamped to his soul. The ones he wore were merely symbolic accouterment. Beaten, broken, raped, his core torn open and exposed to the lapping tongue of his master, Mithias had been remade. Hell was now his home, and he submitted.

"My master..." Mithias chose his words carefully, "...believes my will to be broken, that I am completely under his control, and so he has turned a blind eye to me. Demons let me pass as I please, seeing his mark upon me. You may make use of me." The slave kept his eyes down, so as not to appear to be speaking directly at Mina, yet obeying her. He kept a subordinate stance near Mason as well. Mithia's words implied several meanings to the princess.

Mithia had nothing to add as to whether or not Mina should stop Koran and Zaen. He glanced at Mason as he said he wouldn't be able to separate them without killing them both. Curious. What truly ensnared his attention thogh, was the transformation of Koran's arm and the essence it radiated. It was akin to his master's, a lord of hell. Mithias couldn't help but look. he took a few, slow steps forward.

It made sense, what happened when Mina grabbed him. Mithias understood it. Rank, status, structure, dominance... it was natural to hell, lawful hell, that is. Evil could still have order and perhaps even love. Mithias subconsciously placed a hand over his heart.

"What about a cactus? Pretty sure those can't be slaves... She's not that hot."

If Mithias had a tail, he would have flicked it. Instead, he crouched down and analyzed something absentmindedly in the dust. He listened to what Koran was mumbling, blinking curiously. As he learned the true identity of the two before him, he gasped, dropping his knees to the ground. Leaning on his hands, he whispered to himself and his lord, "What?! Master, why did you send me here?" He seemed to be lost in thought, almost trembling.

"Heh... Heheh... I need more blood..." Said John.

Mithias got up to face the source of the blood hungry voice. He watched coldly as the man suddenly dropped down, his scythe falling beside him. He tilted his head as the man apologised. He was clearly, crazy. Mithias extended his dark, clawed hand toward the man before him, offering to lift him up. His red eyes glowing softly, he spoke to him, "You have been affected by the magic of hell, the power of this place of ultimate damnation. It tears at your mind." Inwardly, Mithias reveled at the man's torment, and he couldn't help a slight grin. "No one can resist it for long."