[@Sarcelle Renard] [@Ace of flames01][@Soufflegirl123][@Narcotic Dollie]

Livia shot around the forest, the fog was getting thicker as it drifted between the trees. She paid it no heed, the longing… the pain… the death nothing could blind her to it. Then a demon shot out from the fog cover, Livia would've recognised him anywhere. The prince, and in his arms… the angel! A long forgotten feeling surged within Livia, duty, purpose. She shot off after Asher, she twisted and glided through every obstacle in her path letting her longing for the angel's demise call her ever onward.

Then she started crossing terrain she recognised… the glen the plants… then she saw them. The little lamb from earlier bleeding now, she seemed to be trying to help the angel. Meanwhile the prince stood looking on, he had a sword in his hand… was it his doing then? To attack the kingdom of light and to abduct an angel, Livia's mind began turning and plotting as she entered the clearing.

She made no attempt to conceal herself this time around. She wasn't sure if the prince would remember her, she had tended to stay in the background of his father's court but still she was a presence of some repute amongst those upper echelons. [color=8493ca]'My prince'[/color] she began, her shadowy form constituting itself into a slightly more solid shape as she curtsied low. [color=8493ca]'May this aged warrior be of service to you?'[/color]

Livia tried to keep her eyes trained on the prince as sign of respect, but they kept darting to the wounded angel. To her dismay the longing became weaker within in her and she realised the lamb was healing the wretched creature! Anger swelled within her, she felt cheated. But she knew better than to challenge the witch especially as she seemed to have the support of the prince in her actions.