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

Tyrael simply took a step to the side when Alaira tried to push him over. He didn't really care for it; she had all rights to be angry at him, and right now he wasn't here for her anyways. Athalus revealed his stump hand, proof of his injury. In his mind, Tyrael raced with thoughts of how to help him. Granted, if he was just any other human Tyrael would have done nothing unless Khan had asked him to, but this was different. Athalus was Lyn's father, and he had responsibilities to uphold. Not being in this sorry state was one of them, and Tyrael wasn't going to let him just [i]live[/i] like this. Despite his protests.

But there was a lot more going on. The demon's eyes narrowed when Athalus informed him that Lucilia had sent Lyn on a mission with Alaira. The caravan mission, which if Tyrael remembered correctly, took them through Djarkel. He didn't know how that mission turned out but even he heard tales of a massive wild fire that occurred sometime after the group left. It destroyed fifty acres of farm land and a forest, and Lyn was there for it. A mixture of emotions began to boil and bubble from Tyrael, so much that it actually fueled Vorinclex's resurrection. His voice echoed in Tyrael's head, taunting him. He shut him up quickly with a declared statement.

[b]"We both know we hate each other. But I love Mar and Lyn more than I hate you. I refuse to allow you to live... Like this."[/b] Tyrael motioned towards Athalus's stump hand. [b]"I do not care if you want my help or not. That injury is not a scar you can flaunt with pride. That is a wound that weakens you. I will provide whatever resources necessary to make sure you recover, demonic or otherwise. If nothing else, I will be forging you a fake hand... Until we can heal your hand."[/b]

Tyrael than gave a quick glance around the room, towards Alaira, Lyn, and then to Mar. Mar... Something was off with her. No doubt something else that Athalus is to be blamed for. But her injuries would prevent Tyrael from taking her out from this room. And he knew he could not stay. If only because he knew Alaira would challenge him if he did, despite his position as the Master of Demonomancy. Normally he would not back away from a fight, but this one was pointless. Alaira was just another protective beast like he was. Though at least Tyrael tries to think better than that. [b]"There is too much going on right now. As much as I would want to see her head roll, there is a time and place to deliver justice to her. Alaira. Take care of Lyn. Do not bring her to Lucilia... Not by yourself. I am going to begin forging Athalus's hand. As for you mortal."[/b] Tyrael looked back to Athalus. [b]"I do not know what had happened on the mission. But you are not the only one who suffers a crippling injury. If I was not wanted here, I would treat this wound myself. However..."[/b] Looking back between everyone the demon sighed and walked towards the door. 

[b]"I will return within one hour."[/b]

Tyrael walked back to his forge with a mental map of Athalus's new hand in his head. It was going to be a simple thing, just something to cover his stump and give it protection from further wounds. Assuming Lidda can't use her magic to restore damage, Tyrael was going to have to look over his journals and tomes to figure out a way to get a new hand for Athalus. Maybe through the help of demons, maybe through human sacrifice. He didn't master Demonomancy just to have everyone deny him the chance to use it.

[color=crimson][i][b][center]Lucilia Riovas[/center][/b][/i][/color] 

When Grey exited the room Lucilia simply leaned back and closed her eyes. She sighed lightly and allowed herself a few minutes of respite. It has been nothing but looking over papers, reading reports, writing letters, with the occasional drink of coffee or her Marrow Draught. She has had very little time to experiment with it ever since the war with Kudd began in earnest. It was a minor thing, all things considered. Just a alternative to the blood that vampires naturally drink. But if she could some how perfect it, than vampires all over the world wouldn't have to become monsters. Not by their hunger at least.

There was a twitch in her mind and a knock on her door. [color=crimson]"Come in."[/color] With another wave of her hand Lucilia's door opened. And the one who came inside was Satori. She too has been working around the clock trying to do work for the college, even after delegating most of her tasks to her advance students. Lucilia wasn't sure why Satori was visiting her but she made it clear herself. [color=pink]"Just so you know, I cannot defend you for what's to come."[/color]

[color=crimson]"Oh? I take it you mean... Lyn."[/color]

Lucilia closed the door behind Satori and made the two of them a cup of coffee. Satori never left her spot in front of the door however. Her tired eyes pierced into Lucilia's soul. [color=pink]"We are both horrible people, you and I, but even so I will not stand in your defense. I've abused my powers for petty reasons and I accept my mistakes, and I hope that you will too."[/color] Lucilia took a seat and a sip from her coffee and looked at her pink-haired friend. [color=crimson]"I am no mind reader, but even I knew that she simply wanted to-"[/color]

Satori raised her hand towards Lucilia, and used her magic to dissolve her cup, coffee and all. She was being serious. [color=pink]"[i][b]No.[/b][/i] No excuses. You are my friend so I will be honest with you. What you did was stupid and unlike you. You sickens me. I am ashamed that I only learned this until now. I thought you were better than that."[/color] Satori turned around facing the door. Lucilia allowed her to leave, looking at the second cup of coffee she had set out for Satori. Taking it into her hands Lucilia took a sip.

[color=crimson]"I got a feeling that I'll be hearing that a lot today..."[/color]