Lily and Fenn powered through the forest, foregoing helicopter and portals in favour of her own legs, when returning to the Seal's entrance. She had fought through what resistance remained, and finally made her way into the antechamber where the strange door yet remained locked. Returning to her elven form she had worn before their mission had demanded a form more suited for combat. Scales gave way to pale skin, muscles seemed to deflate, replaced instead by soft curves. Where previously had been horns were now elfine ears, and what coarse hair she had possessed lengthened, regaining its silver-white sheen.

She stretched her arms above her hand, fingers interlocked, feeling the pleasant sensation of muscles tensing, then relaxing as she let her hands fall to her side again. The movement, however, brought her attention to her clothes... Or what remained of them. She had deliberately dressed in baggy clothes earlier that day, knowing that she would otherwise shred whatever she wore, if she adopted her draconic guise. However, even if it still covered her, she had underestimated her own size, as well as the amount of damage it would sustain during the fights. Her pants remained relatively intact, albeit marked where a few blades had cut through the fabric. Her shirt, however, was something else entirely. The right sleeve was gone in its entirety, and thanks to the scuffles she had been in, much of her shirt was torn and cut. Perhaps the only damage to the shirts inflicted by Lily herself, were the two slits on the back that had been made to accomodate her wings. Every other cut and hole was from some weapon, tooth, or claw. She was lucky that there was still enough to retain her decency, even if she did not personally care about it. 

She sighed and was about to head inside when the rumbling voice of Fenn beckoned her. "Imp," he said in a low voice, jerking his head to the side before wandering off, to a more secluded place, Lily following. "This meal did not sit well with me," he rumbled, pulling back his teeth in a sneer. 

"You are unwell?" The demoness inquired, walking up to him and looking him over, brows furrowed. 

"You should know, as Warleader," he elaborated. "I am no longer keeping my fire contained by choice." 

A slight parting of her lips was all the surprise she showed. She moved to circle him, paying particular attention to the places where his fire would originate from under normal circumstances. Just as he had said, there were no flames to speak of. Not even embers or smoke. "Will it be a great detriment to you? Do you want to be rid of it? I imagine it wouldn't be hard to get out, if you desired." 

She caught his nearly baleful glare out the corner of her, a knowing smirk on her lips as she predicted his response. [i]Well, the tone and pride in it, at the very least.[/i] 

"I hunted for a long time with no fire or chains before venturing to yonder corner of the underworld. It makes no difference," he announced, the rumble in his voice becoming a little more pronounced. 

"if you insist that you can do well without, then I trust that you do." She cocked her head towards the entrance to the ruined structure, in which the seal yet remained. "Come, time to join the others," she said and started walking, Fenn dutifully following. 

They entered the ruined cathedral in short order, meeting with the Nephilim, the Angelic champion, and her other companions; Souta and Akoni, the former of which she sent a warm smile. Before she could do anything more than that, however, her attention was diverted by the arrival of two new, one somehow more nauseatingly self-righteous than the rest of their ilk, looking more like a spoiled prince than a warrior—the mere sight of him brought a scowl to her face—as well as a familiar angel, whom Lily recognised as the one she and the others had met earliar that day. She decided to ignore him, instead favouring Wrath with her gaze, eyeing the orb he held in particular. 

[i]So he has the last of the keys,[/i] she mused, glancing towards the door that still held one of the three artefacts. [i]Fenn has the other, I wonder what th—[/i]

"—Hand me the orbs."

The demand came with such unexpected conviction and surety that Lily actually laughed, giggling as if she had just heard the funniest thing in the world. That is, until all mirth fled her face, and she and Fenn spoke in perfect unison: "No."