((They're more brainless servants. If Kami hadn't ordered them to eat, they'd have starved. And Kami sees Ashley less as a thorn in her side or any kind of threat as a source of amusement. Had Kami seen her as a threat, she would have made sure to employ all possible methods in wiping her out, including city-wide bombing and setting every agent at her disposal against her. No good having an enemy with access to her base.))
Kami was wearing contact lenses. Not many people knew, of course, but she had to keep up with modern technology, and glasses were simply unseemly. A small HUD, completely controlled neurologically, allowed her to track Aissyle's every movement. The hospital. Interesting. She couldn't spare Wiper, but she had a pair of Priests of Death, God's Tears' foremost excecutioners, trailing her newest arrival. She soon came to the conclusion via "anonymous" tip from a certain doctor that one of hers was asking into the patients under life support. Kami immediately figured out why. If Aissyle's soul could be transferred from his own body to Ellysia, then that made it possible it could be transferred to another body. Whereas she was unsure whether it would work, Kami quite enjoyed the idea. In fact, she'd have to find some way to research this soul transfer ability once this was all done - it seemed too useful to not be hers.
Kami gave her orders, and sat back, as she prepared her plans. She'd already contacted the government, and exerted her influence. Those who had been puppetted to oppose her had magically changed their opinions, all pretense gone. The government, after all, had been under her control since long ago. Anyone who got close to a position of power recieved a "visit" from God's Tears. In fact, they were even a part of every ceremony in court. She had for a long time enforced some modicum of order on Fear, supporting the Government and supplying them with money and soldiers. While Fear was not an ordered place, she had kept it in that perfect state of disorder and subterfuge, without complete chaos. However, now, it was time for her plans to become more...... grand.
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Two Death Priests, like angels of wrath, moved through the crowd. One could not call it stealth, when streets cleared at their appearance. They stood before the hospital, and it was abandoned, patients left to die within, as all but the most devoted of doctors cowered. The men stood tall, their long black leather coats almost concealing the heavy black boots. Their faces were hidden by metal masks of human faces, utterly emotionless, shining brightly in the light, their hair cut short and tight. In a sheath at their side was a katana, said to be able to cut through steel. Standing now, in an empty street, they did not move. They did not appear to breathe, their stance like that of a predator, waiting to strike. Emblazoned upon their chest was a single red drop of blood, the symbol of God's Tears. Silently, the pair stepped forward, not a movement wasted, as the doors opened automatically before them. They approached the target, moving through the hallways, their heavy military boots clapping against the stone of the floor, the sound echoing through the abandoned building, as Death approached.
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Wiper gave a slight nod. It ceased killing the demons, unless they approached to near. However, notably, neither it nor the men had flinched. Either they did not feel fear, or they could hide it perfectly. However, to those who could sense such things, their heartrates had not changed. Not that Wiper had a heartbeat, reinforcing the rumor that Wiper was, in fact, already dead, and yet had not let such a thing stop it. Implacably, the part moved onwards, as if nothing was amiss, approaching abbadon's throne, makign their way across the expanse of the Corrupted Quarter.
Standing before the throne, all but Wiper bowed. Wiper, for it's part, simply stood, offering no sign of even acknowledging Appolyon's existence. While it did seem to have a soul, Appolyon could sense that whatever Wiper was it felt..... broken. As if a human soul had been used as the chewtoy of a particularly sadistic Demon God, and then spat back out. However, from the corpses of the demons it could be seen that in no way this had limited Wiper's mysterious powers. One of the members of the party promptly stood forward to introduce himself.
"Greetings, Abbadon. My name is Johnathan, and I come here in honor of Kami." The man's expression was a friendly one, although it did not reach his eyes. From his spirit, it was obvious he was under some form of affliction. It was like his true self had been devoured, and left nothing but a hollow shell. While wholly different to Wiper, these too could hardly be called human. "I have come here to propose your continued existence. Kami has planned for a coup of the city, and offers for you to be part of this glorious future, With the fullest of grace, you are invited to the Church of Tears, the home of our beloved lady, and you are to be the first Demon to ever tread those halls." The man finished by flashing an award-winning smile, again not quite reaching his eyes.