T'vor was about to get a rude wake up call in the form of a purple haired Demon, who funnily enough was the selfsame Demon that Azurael had tried to stop from waking the slumbering general. Damien arrived outside of T'vor's tent in a tangle of his six limbs. Noisly. Damien had managed to trip over his own feet. As Damien picked himself up he saw that T'vor was not awake and decided that he would just wait outside T'vors tent until the general woke up. Damien sat down resting his back against the tent post. He began to sing softly, it was an old demonic lullaby - old enough to be ancient when the current Grim Reaper was but a babe in arms, it had endured for qiute some time.

The stones had been awakened by something. Perhaps it was Damien playing with them making them float, or the blood ritual spell Sasha and Sephiroth undertook, or something else, whatever it was it was apparent what Damien had thought were stones, were in fact not. The stones began to take on a familiar egg shape and grew larger yet. They stopped growing as if they could sense that growing any larger would cause them to tumble out of the holders hands. They started to emit a deep humming sound and one would possibly sense the 'stones' were impatient and were waiting for something.

Anuriel happened to have a short amount of free time. She wandered to where Sephiroth was. "Lord Sephiroth, I haven't seen you in quite some time. Either yourself or your cohort would pilfer food. I do recall accidentally mistaking General al'Tvor for an intruder once." Anuriel said, referring to the very scene Sephiroth and the General had reminsced together over on the ship.