[quote=Wraithblade6]
"What is your name and what is the reason your master allowed you to roam?" Mina asked him."My name, is Mithias." The fanged, shadowy being spoke from underneath a veil of black hair. He glanced akance at the others to calculate how he should respond. The reason he was allowed to roam was of course to do his master's bidding. He was not free. He did not escape. Shackles and chains were no longer necessary, for the bonds that held him were clamped to his soul. The ones he wore were merely symbolic accouterment. Beaten, broken, raped, his core torn open and exposed to the lapping tongue of his master, Mithias had been remade. Hell was now his home, and he submitted."My master..." Mithias chose his words carefully, "...believes my will to be broken, that I am completely under his control, and so he has turned a blind eye to me. Demons let me pass as I please, seeing his mark upon me. You may make use of me." The slave kept his eyes down, so as not to appear to be speaking directly at Mina, yet obeying her. He kept a subordinate stance near Mason as well. Mithia's words implied several meanings to the princess. Mithia had nothing to add as to whether or not Mina should stop Koran and Zaen. He glanced at Mason as he said he wouldn't be able to separate them without killing them both. Curious. What truly ensnared his attention thogh, was the transformation of Koran's arm and the essence it radiated. It was akin to his master's, a lord of hell. Mithias couldn't help but look. he took a few, slow steps forward. It made sense, what happened when Mina grabbed him. Mithias understood it. Rank, status, structure, dominance... it was natural to hell, lawful hell, that is. Evil could still have order and perhaps even love. Mithias subconsciously placed a hand over his heart. "What about a cactus? Pretty sure those can't be slaves... She's not that hot." If Mithias had a tail, he would have flicked it. Instead, he crouched down and analyzed something absentmindedly in the dust. He listened to what Koran was mumbling, blinking curiously. As he learned the true identity of the two before him, he gasped, dropping his knees to the ground. Leaning on his hands, he whispered to himself and his lord, "What?! Master, why did you send me here?" He seemed to be lost in thought, almost trembling. "Heh... Heheh... I need more blood..." Said John.Mithias got up to face the source of the blood hungry voice. He watched coldly as the man suddenly dropped down, his scythe falling beside him. He tilted his head as the man apologised. He was clearly, crazy. Mithias extended his dark, clawed hand toward the man before him, offering to lift him up. His red eyes glowing softly, he spoke to him, "You have been affected by the magic of hell, the power of this place of ultimate damnation. It tears at your mind." Inwardly, Mithias reveled at the man's torment, and he couldn't help a slight grin. "No one can resist it for long."
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koran examined the creature that stood before them, a creature seeming of hellish origin, he looked down to his hand, seeing that it had not changed back when the rest of his arm did... odd.
"alright , lets all get a move on, were just fish in a barrel if we stay here."
he turned to mason." if we can agree to not kill eachother, and you not hurt anyone in the group, including kria, then ill make you second in command, in case i die in battle, for it may take some time to catch up if i do."
for quite some time after walking, they reach what looks like a house, or what cpuld be considered a house, in hell. he turned to mason. "was this here before?"