Akoni gradually made his way through the Citadel, lost in thought. He wondered who this mysterious individual could have been, but didn't think too deeply on the subject. There was no point when he would be finding out soon enough, and it's not like his hypothesis could make any real difference. Instead he found his brain contemplating the scripture he had been reading through, on the name he had found. That woman was someone that he had been familiar with. His cultist "family" had ensured it, but she was a constant figure in demonology. The first of mankind to fall to the corruption posed by profane forces, a leader in the hierarchy of Hell. So it was fascinating that she was at the source of his studies on the origins of-

Akoni's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of footsteps rushing toward him from just out of sight. The way those feet fell upon the stone floor, the particular speed, echo, and weight behind them, it could only have been one person. [color=dodgerblue]"Oh fuck me."[/color] In a whirlwind of energy, Akoni felt his hand gripped tightly and pressed against the woman that had accosted him, jubilant and full of excitement. For all of her joy, Akoni felt an equal measure of dread.

[color=6ecff6]” Akoni-gramps, are you heading to the outrealms room too~? Wana go together?”[/color]

Akoni's response was to pull his hand away and throw himself backward into a newly generated gate. Upon passing through it, he emerged on the other side of Kosara, then continued his walk toward the Outrealms room. The only sound he made during the entire exchange was a single, simple grunt.

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