Lucilia Riovas
Taking Grey's report, she gave it a quick skim. She noted that it was quite... Sparse. She didn't exactly expect Grey to be much of a writing man, but she hoped that he at least had some names in this report she could use for following investigations. Something to either tell her what the cause of these attacks were, who started them, or some sort of confirmation to let her know they aren't going to be a problem any more. But that was a issue she'll have to deal with later, on top of everything else.
"I see."As Lucilia was about to dismiss him, Grey mentioned his part in the disaster of a mission and some feats that he found strange. Honestly, knocking a door across the room and crushing people's heads weren't too much of a surprise for Lucilia. After all she's seen, they were quite normal things most powerful creatures were capable of. Hell, Lucilia could do it herself depending on the circumstances. She certainly could crush a human head with her vampiric strength, though she doesn't suspect that Grey knew that. Nor would he know about the runes underneath his flesh, which likely played a part in his show of strength. Frankly Lucilia knew very little about them herself, as the last time she saw those runes were when Grey arrived to her room with a compound fracture. If only he was aware of the power he could hold...
"Hmm. Well, I have heard that some people, in the heat of a moment, are capable of super-human feats. People tearing their enemies limb-from-limb, or surviving being crushed underneath a ten ton boulder, or generally surviving the madness that happens here at the college." Lucilia tried to lighten the mood with a joke, but in the event that Grey's humor didn't pick it up she leaned forward and smiled at him.
"I'll be sure to look into it Grey. But right now I'm sure you have a lot of other things on you mind. I understand that... Terrible things have happened. Later, when I'm not busy, perhaps we can meet and you can tell me the details. I know it must weigh heavily on your mind. I'll help you however I can."A raven with a pink string and a small roll of paper tied to it's leg landed on Lucilia's desk. Taking the slip of paper Lucilia was informed that the Scarlet Traveler arrived, with the Caravan crew. That meant Alaira, Darius, Ssarak, Meirin, and hopefully Lyn.
"It seems like the next group is due to arrive. I'm sorry to cut this short, but it seems like I'm going to have to get back to work. You're due for some rest Grey. Spend the rest of the day to relax and unwind. I'll also be sending your pay cut for the mission sometime this week. And... No matter what happened, you at least came back with the whole team. Mistakes were made that's true. But you're all alive, and now you have a chance to make things right. Don't throw that away because of doubts."Tyrael
In the deep pits of the Inferno, Tyrael found himself in yet another bloody brawl between himself and demons. Business as usual; this wasn't even the enemy, but his own horde. He was still culling the lot of them with brutal deaths in order to assert dominance and figure out who amongst them holds loyalties to Kudd. Normally demons, while cunning, were also weak and cling to their stronger allies. Tyrael needed to make it clear to them that despite Kudd's godly powers, he was the one who could help and harm them right now. And to communicate this he was chopping off limbs and heads with his axe.
Though Tyrael himself wasn't really all that into it. By this point he wasn't even facing the strongest in his army, just a mass collection of imps, whelps, and the occasional quirky demon who no less feel under the heavy enchanted blade of his weapon. No, Tyrael's mind was back on the college, and specifically the family he had there. No one there was related to him by blood, but by bonds. But despite thinking like that, he started to wonder what his place amongst them was. Of all the people at the college, Mar was perhaps the only one who knew him best, and even she was largely unaware of Tyrael's life before meeting the Nagas in the Ravine. And sure, Khan is more informed about Tyrael's actions in the Inferno, and he was one of the few people who actually knew his true name. But even so their relationship was professional. And thinking back to Mar, Tyrael felt that he had been... Pushing her away, and yet expecting her to still latch onto him as the only source of familiarity. He didn't like to think about it, but he enjoyed that hold he had over her. It made him feel important.
And than Lyn came along, with that mortal Athalus. Initially Tyrael hated him, and currently he still does. But back than he hated him because Tyrael thought he had forced himself onto Mar and was going to kill him for it, only to be later told that the relationship is consensual. This brought a different rage within him, one that was all too familiar. Jealousy.
"Love is a powerful source, is it not?"Tyrael swung his axe at the voice, only to have it stopped dead by
Vorinclex's hand.
"Just like Pylia, is it not? Driven by your love for you you embrace madness!" Though there was thousands of lesser demons around him, Tyrael ignored them to attack Vorinclex. The demon dodged and weaved, using the demons around him to shield himself from Tyrael's wrath.
"Do not deny it Karnage. You are driven by the feeling of belonging. With Pylia you felt loved and accepted, and with Mar you felt needed and important. But now she has a man, someone who could care for her and love her in ways you cannot. Ways that you cannot achieve not matter what powers you gained!" Tyraek roared in fury, using his magic to force the demons around him to swarm Vorinclex. But Vorinclex countered using his own Demonomancy to force the imps to kill themselves. They fought amongst each other while ignoring Tyrael's command. Or rather, was conflicted between his and Vorcinlex's, for their power were equal.
"He can please her in ways you can't. She requires the touch of a man, not the love of a monster. Don't you see? This isn't about you any more. There is no story for you. You chose to seal yourself away, and this is what happens. You wanted to be aloof and distant, and now she left you! You're angry that you're alone, despite the fact that you chose this. You chose yourself over her. And now you hate him, you hate him and you can't even find it within yourself to admit you were wrong! You want to believe it was his fault, but the truth was that you were never there for her."Vorinclex readied himself for Tyrael's attacks, but it never came. As the chaos around them raged on, Tyrael just glared at his inner demon. He tossed his axe onto the ground and turned his back against Vorinclex.
"That is true."Tyrael left the battlefield. He let his demons cull the horde as an extension of his power. It was just another day at work, although Tyrael himself wasn't sure how long he's been here. Hours, days, weeks maybe? The flow of time in the Inferno was convoluted and inconsistent. He at least found himself on one of the more stable planes where he could return to the college after a few day's absences instead of longer. And to ensure that he did not dally too long he even had a
demon who specific purpose was to keep track of time amongst the different planes. It's eyes could see the flow of time, allowing it to measure the dates and duration of Tyrael's time in the Inferno. He had been gone for a few days in Tiien, while he had been within the Inferno for about two weeks, specifically twenty days. It was about time that Tyrael returned.
"What will you do now, Karnage?"Vorinclex appeared before Tyrael, sitting on top of his demon. He appeared to be eating the skull of a demon, who was still twitching and screaming. He jumped off the demon and landed in front of Tyrael. Tossing the head off to the side Vorinclex shrugged his shoulders and continued to speak.
"You always with a simple answer like that and expect me to accept it. Explain yourself for once, instead of assuming everyone knows what you are thinking." Tyrael walked onward, followed by Vorinclex. The inner demon seemed much more casual than Tyrael, who kept a staunch and stiff posture while Vorinclex was more relaxed. Occasionally he even began to dance as he walked, moving to a music only he could hear. As the trip seemed to take some time, Tyrael spoke as soon as he was certain it was only him and Vorinclex.
"She is a strong woman. I did not feel the need to be around and care for her, despite how much I wanted to. She needed to be able to adapt to the college, even if it meant leaving her alone. I... I regret it. I cherish my time with her. But I knew that if I stayed, she would continue to cling onto me. She needed to leave me. To find him. And... And I did not want that. She is like a daughter to me. No matter how strong and mature she is, I feel that I must protect her. Teach her, show her how to live and survive. I know she can do it without me, but even so, I value the time we spend because they are the kindest moments of my life. And when he came, I felt that my purpose was over. I was always alone at the college, and being her with me made me feel not alone. But now she has him, and... I do not think she has any time left for me. Which is why... Which is why I want a second chance. To feel needed and wanted again. So yes. It is my fault that I feel this way. And I do not foresee that I will change my ways any time soon. But I am aware of these problems, and I do not need you to remind me!"Suddenly Tyrael turned and grabbed Vorinclex by the neck, crushing his throat. Though he was a full demon, Vorinclex was still soffocating. He didn't really however, and simply gave a gurgling death chuckle as his body feel to the ground. As a full demon Vorinclex would heal before long, ready to come back and haunt Tyrael. But at least Tyrael was able to throttle the bastard.
Eventually Tyreal returned to the moral realm through one of the halls in the college catacombs. Here was not unlike the Ravine of Demons, however he took extra precaution to ensure that only he could move through here by empowering the Veil, as well as providing various rune-etched devices for identification. Once he passed these test he left the catacombs and headed back to the surface. He was going to head back to his forge and follow up with one of the orders he had, but before he arrived he heard talk of the students. Apparently some who were sent on missions had returned. The one sent to Eania, whom Mar was with, had also returned. But the other things he heard made Tyrael's eyes grow wide. He raced to the infirmary.
Not one for normal entries, Tyrael did not bother to take the halls and stairs and instead used his demonic strength to propel himself through the air and onto one of the balconies at the Infirmary. He entered and moved his way through the various patients and assistants until he found the beds were Mar and Athalus were being held. Alaira and Lyn was also there, which would make things a bit more difficult. But without hesitation, Tyrael walked towards Athalus.
"Mort- Athalus." Tyrael had to remember to stop calling everyone a mortal, more so when there was more than one in the room. Shooting a glance between Athalus, Lyn, Mar, and Alaira, Tyrael shortly debated to himself if she should have Lyn moved away. He didn't want Lyn to see her father right now, not in this state, but Tyrael set his feelings aside. Perhaps she could help. Help the both of them.
"Show me your hands."
