Still locked in the stupid cage, Death pondered on what the girl would be able to do with his magic. He wondered what kind of things it would summon from the dark, most likely his reapers for one. Perhaps a god or two that were looking for some kind of answer for where Death had went and why he was not doing his job. He hoped it wasn't another god that appeared before Kaia. That could be disastrous. Perhaps, he thought quietly to himself, he should have thought giving her his magic through just a bit more. There were so many ways it could have gone wrong. He only hopes his reapers found her first. At least they could hold back any wrath of  a god that may decide to pay her a visit. 

As the horde of reapers began to approach the building, Death took notice and sat up in his cage. He could feel the wave of death that came along with them and when the scales were balanced in that area, he was able to take the first deep breath in a long while. He closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of his reapers doing exactly what needed to be done. Once he was out of this cage, he was going to spread his little worker bees far and wide to help loosen this discomfort he felt within his very being. 

When the reapers arrived, he could feel it within his very bones. Their magic called to him and he tried so desperately to respond but when he did, the runic markings burned along his flesh, bringing his attempts to an end with a curse. He was going to truly punish this magician for doing this to him. There would be no mercy or forgiveness for this fool. He would be sure to make his punishment just as miserable as this situation was for him now. 

When the first reaper slipped out from within the shadows, Death felt a grin form on his face. He never thought he would be so thankful to see one of his reapers before. Slowly, more and more reapers slipped out of the shadows, each coming to move in front of the cage and peer in at Death. Death stood up in the cage, peering from one featureless face to another. The reapers seemed to buzz when in his presence. His magic may be locked away, but just feeling his presence seemed to be enough to make the reapers quiver. Death felt the same. It was as if a part of him had just been returned. Then he felt a sprinkle of his own magic interlaced with another's and he peered up to see Kaia rotting away the frame of the window. He watched as she pulled the last of the window away, watching her intently. It didn't look like she was damaged in any way. That was a good sign. So perhaps she didn't get an unwelcome visit from some unhappy deity looking for answers.  

When she popped her head in, he allowed an eyebrow to raise before he pointed to her then pointed to the floor of the basement. What was taking this woman so long? She had an opening already. Get in here. 

When she pulled her head back out of the window, Death's mouth puckered as if he had just swallowed something insanely sour. When she addressed the reaper, bent at the waist and peered into the basement. It's eyes scanned the basement, lingered for a long while on Death, before it spotted the chair. It straightened and looked back at her with a stern nod. “I believe I can be of assistance.” It slipped into the window, landing silently on the ground of the basement. It turned to Death before giving him a deep bow at the waist. “My Lord,” it said before is straightened and turned to grab the chair from its place against the wall. It opened it with a flick of its wrists before setting it securely just under the window. Once that was done, it walked over to the cage to join the other reapers that lingered just outside of it. “It would seem the woman spoke truth. We are here to assist in your rescue.” 

Death gave a small chuckle before he crossed his arms in front of his chest, a sort of pride swelling in his chest at the sight of his reapers. “I can see that. Thank you.” He peered past them to the chair as Kaia began to make her way through the window and using the chair as a stepping stool to get down silently and painlessly. A look of disapproval was planted firmly on his face as he watched her come up to the cage. “About time you decided to come and get me. Do you understand just how out of balance the world is? If we don't start working quickly, another god is going to step in.” A harsh shiver ran along his spine at the thought of it. He shook it off with a deep grunt. “Release me now.” It probably would have gone over better if he wasn't so demanding but Death was not exactly someone who was used to dealing with situations like this. He didn't speak to humans and manners weren't exactly something he was very familiar with.