As they arrived home his mistress suggested to transfer the magic. Botis looked shocked as he was still unfamiliar with that kind of magic. Most of his previous owners stayed in the background during fights, or had plenty of mana to keep healing themselves during battle. It was kinda sad to see his current mistress couldn't. He didn't want to do it, but Ciara insisted, so he had to oblige.

His lovely mistress told the little two to pack a piece of cake for him, but the two obviously questioned how she got hurt and blamed it on Botis. Well, Botis was indeed to blame, but like Ciara said, the training was just a little bit too 'fun'.

"Just grab me a piece little twerp." he said, giving a heavily annoyed look towards Surgat.

He turned to his mistress and raised an eyebrow.

"I don't mind going back there for a little while. Being on this lively surface all day got me tired. I'll enjoy the rotten grounds and dim lighted Underworld."

He closed his eyes as Ciara transferred the magic. It was a strange feeling, his body was tingling. He did feel the magic flow out of him, although it was a tiny bit of the huge chunk that he had inside. He guessed she would only take what was necessary, although he could miss quite some magic. After the deed was done Botis stood up and gave an awkward faint smile. Surgat handed him a packed piece of cake, which he 'friendly' accepted.

"See you later I guess." were his last words as a portal beneath him opened and he submerged in it. 

Botis found himself back in the throne room from where he was summoned in the morning. Everything was still the same as before. He sighed and saw his servant standing next to him. A little demon just like Surgat and Cherub, he didn't even bother to learn the name of his own servant. He resembled something like a dog from the surface. Many things went through his mind of the day. He experienced a lot.

"Go get me something to drink." he ordered his servant who nodded and ran away.

He sat down on his throne and unpacked his piece of cake. The cake looked delicious. There was a little fork included with the cake, he picked it up and started eating, it was as delicious as it looked, certainly not something one would get to eat in the Underworld. Rico, a peculiar boy, some kind of witch hunter. He didn't trust him for a bit, however knew that, as long as he stayed with Ciara, that he wouldn't get attacked. And if he did, he would be dead where he stands. His father however... he had a feeling that he could actually pose a threat.

His mind drifted off to another part of today as he was still eating his cake. The tall woman with crimson hair that he encountered in the corridors of the manor. She was... mysterious to say the least. There was something off about her, he guessed that the village had a lot more supernatural activities than one would guess on first sight. He wondered why she was there, and why her essence seemed so intimidating.

Suddenly he remembered something his mistress said earlier today. Dantalion. He wondered where in the Underworld Dantalion was and what kind of connection he has to his mistress. He is too one of the most powerful demons in the Underworld, probably even stronger as himself... scrap that, he was stronger. Botis could stand a chance against him, but his chance was about 20% if not less. He wanted to search for the demon, but he wouldn't even know where to start.

The servant demon came back with a glass of water. It was similar to the water on the surface only seemed to have a red filter and was less clear. He finished the cake and took a gulp of the water after swallowing it.

"Quite a peculiar mistress I got this time."