[b][center]Annabeth Gulch[/b][/center]

By the time the trio arrived to the scene, it seemed like Mar was in great pain. Golems arrived to take Mar away, while Althalus asked them to leave. She had seen him before, and his entire demeanor screamed "Assassin" to her (Dark armor, lots of knives, really good at hiding). Admittedly he scared her. But that fear wasn't going to stop what she came here to do. [b]"Y-y-yeah, of course, but... I come with gifts! And Ssarak too!"[/b] Annabeth turned to Ssarak, but something happened. She didn't realize it at first, but she managed to tap into his mind. She saw visions, short and scattered, yet she understood them. They were his children, and suddenly this whole idea began to look like a bad idea. Annabeth realized that she was too headstrong. It was one thing to bring Ssarak along, but her insistence in her gesture of good will did more than annoy the two parents. She realized that she had inadvertently made Ssarak remember his own lost children. What was suppose to be a good day became a reminder of one of the worse moments in his life. Seconds passed and Annabeth was able to rein in her own magic and keep it to her own thoughts, but she was at a lost. It was obvious that Althalus and Mar would like some time alone right now. Perhaps Ssarak needed some time to be with himself too. Annabeth didn't consider any of this, assuming that they all would comply with her whims. The situation became awkward, and all Annabeth felt she could do was at least try to clear out as soon as possible.

[b]"Um... Right. Sorry. H-here's the gifts though... A baby blanket, a little toy, and Ssarak has a pillow. Um... Congratulations. I... I guess we'll just get out of your way than..."[/b] Annabeth became quiet as she handed their gifts to Althalus. She whispered for Ssarak and Leith that they should go, though Annabeth simply wandered off on her own. She didn't really think much about what happened aside from having a bit of guilt in her. Annabeth continued to wander aimlessly, soon finding that she had gotten herself lost. She went to a near by window but only saw a wide, untouched field of snow in the distance. Not even soldiers or wildlife. [b]"That could have gone better..."[/b]

[b][center]Lucilia Riovas[/b][/center]

Lucilia, Grey, and Meirin soon got to Lucilia's office. She cleared out the room once again for the operation, the third time she had to make it into an impromptu medical ward. Thus, she had one of her closets well stocked with equipment needed for most injuries she suspected she'd run into. [b]"If you'll lay down on the table, I'll begin doing a proper checkup on your injury. Meirin, if you could assist me and hand me materials during the operation, that would be greatly appreciated."[/b] Lucilia prepped for the operation by donning a clear white apron, a mask, and tying up her hair. She also put on some gloves made of an elastic material as she set out some surgical tools. Some might think that Lucilia is going a bit too far for what seems to merely be a fractured bone, but Lucilia had her own interest beyond Grey's well being. Though the guard report never mentioned him going on any serious missions, she has noticed that he was able to shrug off many injuries that would put even their strongest guardsmen in a crying wreck. Some were able to tough it through thanks to a surge of adrenaline, but Grey didn't even seem winded when she saw him, and yet thought nothing of his broken arm. Either he was very good at hiding his anguish, and there was more to him than meets the eye. Either way, Lucilia was excited to finally be able to get back to what she loved doing: Experiments!

[b]"Now, this may hurt a little, but I assure you that the pain will subside. Shouldn't hurt anymore than breaking your arm, no?"[/b] Lucilia chuckled lightly as she began to heat up her scalpels. [b]"Do you need anything to bare your teeth down onto? A cloth? A wooden spoon? Perhaps Meirin should hold your hand?"[/b]

[b][center]Tyrael Marchosias[/b][/center]

Though it hasn't even hit noon back in the Physical Realm, Tyrael had spent about a week in the Inferno. It had been nonstop campaigns, slaying opposing demon armies and assimilating their ranks into his own. And no mere demons either; once his army grew to 30000 strong, he had them take on giant demons the size of towers in order to tame them. For this task he created a group of soldiers who utilized spiked chains and razor sharp swords, who would latch onto the giants and slash at their softer parts until their yielded. When he managed to get his own giants, he used them to fight other giants, and so forth. But he had to be careful. His actions in this plane had alerted the attention of one of the local Archdemons. Tyrael himself cared little about the Archdemon, or the entire campaign. Though death here would mean that he would become a demon, his thoughts were back of home. Or what he was suppose to call home.

The College was merely were he worked. There Tyrael was given purpose, something to do with his immortal life. But his daughter gave him something to live for. In fact the day he went into the Inferno would have instead been the day he would leave the college to visit her. He would have wanted to know what she had been doing, how his servants have been treating her, her thoughts on the world and her wishes. Tyrael wanted to slowly introduce her to the world, when he thought she would be ready to face all the horrors it provided. The horrors he creates. But now she was gone. [b]"NO!"[/b] He shouted, much to the shock of some of his nearby guards. They simply looked to him, and he ignored their stares. He reclined back into his seat and stared at the plate of food next to him. He poked and prodded a piece of meat he had been chewing on as he continued to wonder what became of his child and what he had to do to find her, and who to kill for taking her away from him.

When what felt like hours passed, a messenger arrived to Tyrael. [b]"--.. -. . -.. / ..- -- / ..- -.. --..-- / --.. -. .. -.-. -... ..--.."[/b] The demon took out a scroll; the paper was made of demon flesh, written in ash. A fairly common way to write things in the Inferno, better than carving everything into tablets or by word-of-mouth. "-.. -. .. / . .... ... -. - .. .-.. -.-- .-. --..-- / .-.. . -- -.. .. .... / -.-- .-- / -.. -. .. / -... -.-. . .-. .. / -.-- .-- / -.. -. .. / .--. -.-. -.-- -.-- - / -.. -. .... -.-- .-. .. --..-- / -. . -- / -- .. .-. -.. / -. ..- -- / .-.. ..- -- -- ..- ..-. .. / .-- -.-- .... / . .-. / . -.-. -.-. ..- . .-. ... .. .-.-.-" Tyrael waved the messenger off, and he hasn't even touched the scroll. [b]"..- / . ... ... .. -... -.. .-.-.- / .-. -.-- --.. / -.- .. -.. / -.-- --- -.. / -.-- .-- / .-.. .- / -- ..- -.- -. -.. .-.-.-"[/b] The messenger nodded his head, but than one of Tyrael's [url=http://i.imgur.com/V8f2cne.jpg]Familiar's appeared.[/url] She served as his intelligence provider, thanks to her extensive Psychomancy ability and the power to take on other mortal forms. "My lord, I would ask you to reconsider. You have not even read the contents of the scroll, we do not even know what their terms are..." Tyrael was quick to silence his Familiar by merely waving his hand at her. [b]"Does not matter to me. The quicker I gather the troops the sooner we can leave. Once we are finished, we can dispose of the Archdemon."[/b] Though her form was that of a giant mass of meat and organs, the Familiar still stood her ground. "My lord, I do not doubt your power or the strength of your army, but one does not merely dispose of an Archdemon-" Tyrael snapped towards his Familiar. He stood up, almost tiny in size compared to his Familiar, but still had an air of intimidation compared to her. [b]"These are my orders. They will be followed. Do you understand?"[/b] The Familiar still looked ready to fight, but she conceded nonetheless. [b]"If you are so concerned about the loyalty of our new allies, than you may look over the scroll. I have other business to attend to."[/b]