The mood remained dark even after the commotion with Jezebel. Ragna noticed how on edge Lydia was and he knew how uncomfortable she must be here. In the middle of demon territory with everyone after her save but a few. So after his servant escorted her to his room he let his broad shoulders slump and a sigh to escape his lips. Behind him Jezebel came up and wrapped her body around his. " Master, What is with that girl that forced you to command me so? " Ragna placed a gauntleted hand to her head  and pushed her away. " She is the girl the King wants, and I will deliver her without a scratch. I am angry with you and will give you your punishment when I return. Until then you shall not enjoy the pleasures of your body. Am I clear?" Jezebels face went from playful innocence to a look of horror as she felt Ragna's command tie her down. " P-please. I didn't know...I thought she was just some harlot." The succubus begged, and even got on her knees and began to almost grovel. 

Ragna barely paid the woman a second glance, merely muttering. " You are the harlot here, now get out of my sight before I show you my fathers wrath." Jez nodded and scampered away, slipping off to who knows where. With another sigh escaping his lips he looked over at one of the servants standing by the door. " You. Contact the Armorer and get him to put my second armor together. Also prepare a carriage for me and the girl for travel to the Kings palace." With a nod the servant disappeared almost as fast as Jezebel did.

With that out of the way, Ragna walked through the silent hallways of his manor until he came to a stairwell that was guarded by four brutes. Each one was as large as Ragna and each bore massive horns that wrapped around the back of their heads and coming to a stop by their mouths. They all donned black steel armor and held polearms at attention. " Let me through and retrieve me after one hour." He commanded as he walked past them. Even with no verbal confirmation he knew they would do as they were commanded. 

He descended the stairwell with each cobblestone step coming with more hesitation then the last until he arrived at roughly hewn iron door. It was more like a slab of metal then anything, but even so, it moved as if it were a mastercrafted door. Swinging it open he stepped into the unnaturally lighted room within. Unlike the rest of his manor which was made of cobblestone and oak wood, this room was made from what looked like slabs of marble with golden inlays wrapping around the entire room, forming spells that for as long as Ragna was alive would stay active. In the center were five golden sconces arranged in a star like pattern with a golden circle in the floor. In the circle were intricately carved lines. More spells that focused the worlds magic into this one spot for use. An amazing innovation that his most trusted servant came up with but also extremely dangerous.

With a sigh he knelt down in the circle, feeling the power surge through him as he opened his body up to the flow of magic. The entire room darkened considerably as he did so and with a single thought the floor around him fell away. In place of the floor, a beautifully carved coffin rose up from the dark void around him. "Mother... I finally found someone I wish to protect with my life. Hell...I even made an oath with her...But the King wants her and to make matters worse, she is the Twilight. What should I do, Mother?" His prayer drifted from his lips into the darkness that was around him, never to have an answer to it, instead it would only fade away into the void. 

As tears formed he let the coffin disappear back into the darkness and focused his mind on his next task. The spell took hold and he felt the mist forming around his mind. As he allowed his power to take him to his fathers mind he rested in the cold void. A plane of darkness and oblivion that without proper training you could get lost in for all eternity. The plane of conciseness as the demons called it. As his power settled over his father the mist lightened up and he felt himself in his fathers mind. The demon looked up from his throne and smiled. " So you have returned to me on your own accord. Are you channeling your will through that poor succubus I gave you? No...this is too strong. Anyway. Have you thought of your answer?" Ragna's father had a face splitting smile filled with horribly sharp teeth. " Yes I have father, and it isn't the answer you think. I refuse to give her over to you. I will defend her from the Demon king, the Angels, my brothers, and even the world. If you so much as try to take her I will rend you limb from limb and feast on your bones." Ragna's voice was a low snarl. With each word his fathers face twisted more and more in rage and by the end the demon shook with rage and began to yell something. Ragna couldn't have been bothered by it as he simply left his father in his angry fit rather choosing to return to his body. As he felt the mist lighten up around his mind he stood shakily.

"I hope I made the right choice mother." The halfling wiped his eyes as the slab of iron swung open. One of the four guards stood in the entrance. " It has been an hour, Master, Should I get a servant to escort you to your bedroom or are you alright?" Ragna stepped out of the circle and felt all the power leave him and he fell to one knee. After a few minutes he stood again and waved his guard off. "I am fine. Return to your post." The armored head nodded slightly before shifting and trudging back up the stairs. Several minutes passed before Ragna slipped past the four and he returned to the main hall where servants were running hither and tither with boxes of supplies for the carriage. He planned to leave early in the morning after a decent meal. Lydia and him traveled hard since they met in Termina so he thought it would be a nice gesture for them to enjoy a nice bed.

He made his way passed the demons and up to his room where, outside of his door, a manikin was outfitted with his blackened steel platemail. He placed his hand on the armor and closed his eyes for a second, allowing himself to catch his breath and to put on a facade that made him seem less tired then he actually was. It was in that second that the faint smell of sulfur caught his senses. That means a demon used a rift nearby. Instantly his eyes widened and he busted through the door, the force sending them back closed when he walked through. He frantically searched the room, his eyes falling on the pile of clothing on the floor and the closed door to the bathroom. Even from where he was he could tell the door was sealed with magic. His boots slammed against the oaken floor of his chambers as he crossed the room in three strides. " Lydia?" He called out, placing his hand to the door. " Lydia? Drop the spell. What happened. " A part of him feared it was angels that had her in their. If they found out the Twilight was in demon hands they would stop at nothing to get her. That wasn't something he wanted to deal with, or wasn't prepared to deal with at this moment. He also thought he heard her crying through the door.