Death smiled as the labyrinth tried to resist her power. The power of Death, born from the Skull of Entropy was mighty indeed, but it was pitiful compared to the true power at her command.

Existence, and Oblivion.

Her two origins, one her own, wrought from her defiance of the  world that would deny her the right to [i]be[/i], the other from the girl her spirit inhabited. At first glance, they would seem to contradict each other, such polar opposites that one owuld think they would annihilate the other, like matter and anti-matter. But that was not the case. At its core, her original Existence origin reinforced, defined, and empowered, guarding that which it infused against forces that would deny, negate, or destroy it. Combined with Oblivion, it gave her magic the ability to enforce one of the greatest universal laws: the inevitablity of death, the coming of the end to all things.

There are exactly three certainties in life: Death, Taxes, and Alysis Woe. And Death had spent time as a member of the IRS as a cover identity once while in the States.

Death's magic bored through the labyrinth, and strode inside, her companions at her back. Her Existence called out to a like Existence, and followed the call to her prey.

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The Assassins maintained their barrage, while Victoria giddily followed Death, the original Assassin and two of his copies followed invisibly. The Gentleman was some boring shit, but [i]this[/i] bitch? Now she was interesting!
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Alysis felt pull, no , more of a resonance, growing steadily stronger. She'd first felt it the moment she'd laid eyes on Death. With the revelation of War and Vincent...she had her suspicions, but didn't really know how to feel about them if they were true. On one hand, when she got older she was, admittedly [i]probably[/i], going to be a total badass. On the other hand, a far more powerful version of her was coming to kill them, and Alysis doubted that she would have changed enough to leave off her rings when it came time to smack a bitch.

"Guys." she spoke up. "I think we're about to have company, and I doubt they're coming for tea."

"Lovely." Jacob sighed, shaking his head. "I should have followed Allen's example and just stayed home." Berserker patted his head.