Spider's Web(Szalor/open)

The darkness, cold darkness seemed to be so harsh and blinding her. As if there would be nothing more. But there was. She felt something out there. A tender hand of guidance from above had turned her glance towards where Szalor was. Joyce was lucky that her beloved goddess was also authority in Underworld itself. Her hand reaches everywhere and everything mostly except the water. So knowing she was under care, gave a faint feeling of safety. Szalor! she shouted out to him thanking the goddess in her own mind and praying hot for her. Joyce ran towards. Her speed in this place, unlike in material world, was faster. She was immediately at his side. Her hands reaching out for him and grabbing a hold tightly. Did it just in time before the two not so nicely landed their feet into not so nice place. She had some idea where he was being dragged to. Thought Hell was not the place she would like to appear at once again...ever at all. But for Szalor she'd do more than that. Come with me, please. Come until it's not too late.. she whispered. Her eyes were buried into him trying not to see the views of hell. She was in great dislike for this place. She hated and feared it at all. And as if it was not enough, this one hell seemed much more horrible than the one that Earth had. Thought she was afraid and worried, she was him him protectively, ready to fight against all hell to defend her love.

He saw her gaze to him and in an instant she was there. There truly was a heaven and he saw it in Joyce. She was his heroine as well as his Beloved. He could feel her trying to pull him from the void that held his ever sinking body. For a moment, he attempts worked. However, much like misery, suffering loves company too. A greater force began to pull the lovers in. Szalor knowing all is lost tries to push her away. Her grasp was held tight and Szalor screaming with no sound protruding from his mouth fell into the darkness. With him fell his love and their once promising life plunged with them into the bowls of Hell. With all the hatred and pain falling with them or being dragged they fell into the cauldron of malice. Szalor could only try and hold onto the hand of Joyce as they fell, but the maelstrom of sin yanked her away in the form of a tunnel. The funnel of wind-like sin ripped Joyce away like a tornado would a house and Joyce was separated from Szalor. He could only silently scream for her and try to in an odd way, swim to her. Within seconds she was gone, though and Szalor tumbled through the darkness landing on the ground drifting between a spirit's conscious and unconscious state.

Szalor.. she whispered holding onto him just to let him know she'll stay beside whatever happen. Her grip was tight, as tight as strength of human femme could allow. Yet it was useless against forces of hell. She felt as he slipped away from her, their hands parted and all she saw was darkness that consumes the two. Strangely it was cold while she expected to feel the heat within hell. Szalor!!! she shouted a scream full of hope still. She was afraid but did not let the fear to consume her or she knew would be doomed. In a place like hell you always must have a perfect self control and be strong. Well she had to. For him. Moments, she landed somewhere far away from Szalor, unlike him...Joyce lost her consciousness. She was out cold and whenever she would wake up, she would feel her body aching and sore from such a fall. It would take quite few long minutes to wake up. Crap.....never new how to fly properly... she muttered to herself before her eyes flattered to open. And indeed she found out that every cell of her body is sore. Joyce tried to stand up but felt instantly dizzy. Pain was pushing her down but she intends to go beyond her physical limits and..ignore pain as much as she can....Szalor? where are you?

He had landed into the spider's web. This was the inferno of evil and lost souls. Hell hath no fury like unto itself and he was dead center. The place of Hell was almost monochromatic at first with a sense of death all around. The place had an evil sense about it and it worried his senses. Szalor had been standing at a rock face after having gotten up only minutes before. He felt strange, but perhaps that was the sense of the place coming to him. He shook his head and continued looking around. It was his head that hurt mostly because of the fall is what he told himself. He was dead and in Hell; pain seemed to be a mainstay here. Not mental pain so much, but literal physical pain was an aspect of here too. He had tried to call out to her, but Joyce was no where. He was as lost as she was and his pain was intensifying. Szalor knew that he was here in the long run so he started to walk. This place that he had landed was indeed covered in spider webs and Szalor was not planning on being lunch. He started his little stroll hoping that he could run across Joyce soon and find a place out of there sooner. He didn't want to be here anymore and it was worrying him. His head was throbbing and Szalor couldn't feel his power. He was as useless as a human without abilities or magic. Essentially Szalor was useless and he knew it. If he hadn't tried to help the Darque woman then he wouldn't be here. Szalor, though, had no regrets. He did what he did for the woman as a gift of the Elan spirit and a gift as a former human spirit. He just hoped that getting out of here was the easy part. The hard part after that, he would happily deal with.

It took so much effort for her to get onto her feet again. And even more effort and strength to handle the pain she hated so much, and take first very few painful steps while she was looking around and to her biggest horror realizing where the two had befallen into. Crap.....I hate this place... she muttered to herself. Joyce could feel as with each breath her body ached and the cold was biting at her fair skin. Joyce in Hell looked like an angel itself compared to to these demonic spawns of hell that had laid their eyes upon her already. They knew, they sensed the purity she carried within. For her to be in hell was the same as to walk amongst crowd of thieves and have a huge piece of gold or jewel with yourself. Your life, your freedom, all yourself and what you have is at high stakes. Must be ready for a strike. For attack at any second, at every moment with their greedy eyes on you and what you have most precious. Joyce had something they wanted so badly and she knew this was not going to end well. She may succeed to save Szalor that she already missed, but she will leave herself without paying high cost. Szalor! Where are you?! she kept calling out to him and hoping that will not tempt these spawns to attack. Even under care of goddess who has power in this damned place, she is not save. Always may happen something so unexpected. Plsease show me the way. I beg thee to grant me some strengh...to find him and to save him. I do not damn care what happens to me... she muttered.

Suddenly like a small faint ray of golden sun in darkness a though been born in her mind. They still had the bond. Why not try it? Maybe it would work. Joyce did not waste time. She wandered around trying to sense Szalor. Joyce could sense the bond and she fallowed after it like the blind fallows the guide. Deep inside she was praying that he would still sense that bond too. She held back the tears, took a good grip upon herself and used all the strength she had to go and look for him. Joyce would not forgive hersef if she would fail this. She could not allow herself to let him down. Szalor was all her life. The only joy in her life after few years of pain and regrets. And she was not going to loose the only one person she loves. Szalor! Szalor where are you? I'm coming! Just hold on she said. Last words whispered. She knew he would be strong enough to handle anything what would come across him. These last words in a whisper were more meant for herself encouraging herself to nevr give up, never stop.

He had actually found them. He was walking slowly with two large creatures with him. Both were nine feet tall and they didn't try to destroy him. One was named Bob, he was a Balor and the other was a Pit Fiend by the name of George. Szalor was confused, but the two had saved him from the Retriever. Oh yeah that thing; a giant arachnid construct had picked him up and tried to splice his head off with it's chromatic beams. Then the wonder twins decided to have an extended conversation with a group of Succubae. Szalor just ran out of that one when the 'women' decided to walk over to him. He knew Joyce would have his head, both soul and otherwise. Suddenly on this walk through the wastes that had suddenly turned into a very cold place, he felt her. Joyce! His heart resounded with joy that couldn't be contained with anything, but undying passion. "Joyce!" he exclaimed as he started to run. The two lords looked at each other with a curious look and started to run with Szalor. The flames in the sky simply changed color and skewed together like one giant plasma storm. Szalor didn't concern himself with the changing plasma skies; he was running to Joyce. He rounded around some rocks yelling the name of his lover and heroine. Slipping on some rocks, Szalor began to fall, but stopped. The great lords had caught his stead from crashing to the ground. Szalor gave a questioning thankful look at the two Behemoths and simply started running to the feeling of Joyce. He yelled her name again, "Joyce!"

Suddenly all pain and worry seemed to fade and wither away like nothing. The most familiar, ever so dear voice had been calling out her name and reached her ears and into heart. Szalor was close. Closer than she thought. Closer than he thought he is. Whenever the two approached each other, Joyce had spread the misty shield that parted the two. Hell is a strange place where you can stand beside someone and not to see each other. But she did destroy the barrier that hid them from one another. Now there were together again. But her radiating smile faded as she saw the two demon lords fallowing after Szalor and glared at them suspiciously. Wrapping her arms tightly around Szalor once she reaches him, Joyce held him as she would something that is more precious than her own life. A single tear of joy ran down her cheek. Finally she found him and finally she will can get him out of this place. She pulled Szalor behind herself thought sensing something was still wrong. No any demon does a favour just out of good will. Their prices are big and high and she knew all well that one of them or both are at high stakes now. Szalor and Jpyce had fell into the sticky spider web, into smart and twisted trap of the demon lords that needs something from the two as well. Who are they? she whispered to his ear softly. Her voice calm but holding much of caution and suspicion.

Szalor looked at them and then at her. His joy still not trounced that she was concerned about the demons. He looked at her and simply kissed her to answer her. When he was done he looked at her and said, "They said they would help us leave this place. Their names are Bob and George. Their names in demon language mean Calconix," he pointed to the Balor, "and Beezelbub." For the second name Szalor pointed to the Pit Fiend. He smiled at Joyce simply happy to see her. He could already feel the strength of his body returning, though, the sky storms had picked up and the wind was going quickly. Szalor looked around and hoped that there was some shelter some where so that they could retreat from the growing storm. What he really wanted was to leave. The two demons made him nervous and he wasn't sure what they really did want. He looked at Joyce again and asked, "Do you have a plan of escape or does that come second?" He smiled to her because they were on their first major adventure together and it was kind of fun in a sick deluded kind of screwed up way. He just played their time together in his head and whispered her words of encouragement to himself. Joyce whether she knew it or not gave him a great deal of courage and strength. Szalor took much from her beauty, wisdom, and bravery. He was glad that he had his eternal hope beside him to wander the depths of Hell with. She was everything he needed to survive the most dominating and traumatic experiences. Thank you my Beloved was all he could think of as he looked at her.

Damn it.....just not him again....

Was all she thought to herself as she recognized said Pit Fiend. Calconix was from ValDariah she was sure. She would recognize him. But the other one made her frown. Did they? she said and wrapped her arms around him again. Ever so tightly. She was trieing to suppress her fear that was about grasp upon her own heart. I could get you out off here, Szalor... she whispered into his ear after hi kissed her. Her words were speaking less than the silence that fell after them. These words were a promise she was going to keep. After a little while, she pushed him gently behind herself again and carefully with respect and tact approached the two demon lords. Bael. What winds did bring you to Val'Dariah from Earth and.......may I ask why are we here in this...place? she spoke not fearing to look into his emotionless eyes regardless the ever pleasant looks of the Prime Prince of Earth's Abbadon, or....how many says.....Hell itself. Now all she wanted was to get outta there but seeing Bael here and in company of local demon lord....was nothing so good at all.

The demon stared at the girl with guts. At several moments he'd been known as Bael, Satan, and a slew of other names; currently his name that he went by was Beezelbub. He continued to look at the girl and then looked at the compatriot with him. Speaking slowly and in Infernal he informed her of his current objectives, "My place here is none of your business child." He looks down and glares at her from his towering position. "For your information child I am assisting this man child Abberation to the gates so that he may return to the waking world of the Material Plane of Demigora. Why do you ask witch child of the humes?" Bael glares at Joyce with an omnipresence to install the fear that she eludes from her body. He was the prince of all that was dark. This child of both dark light would challenge, question his superiority, or his godly priorities? The dark one Bael was inflamed with her audacity.

Szalor stared at Joyce and the Pit Fiend squaring off. The Pit Fiend looked like he was going to destroy her, but was holding himself back. Szalor reached to Joyce's shoulder and said, "Please Joyce let's get out of here. These guys don't want to come with us. They were just helping me, that's all." He wanted to leave now in case the Bash Brothers decided to play rough with them. He chuckled to himself about their dire circumstances; he thought that it just seemed a little ironic. The storm seemed to be picking up and he wanted also to get the heck out of there before they turned into a pancake from flying rocks.

Joyce, hiding her fear, even thou the demon can perfectly sense or smell it, did not even blink at the sudden change of Bael. While he has been always nice and pleasant with her while she 'visited' in hell, back in Earth, this time he looked pretty much different. She sensed anger and anticipation with his voice. Joyce most of all knew what it probably meant. Bael certainly grew tired of being unable to get that extra soul of hers, the one most purest and untainted. Gladly, the pendant she had ever she was saved by some desiccant girl, covered her extra soul and its presence. Not many knew he truth. Not even demon could smell it now. Only Joyce here and now knew the naked truth and also knew that if Bael would find it out...she would be doomed. Or...maybe he already knows? Maybe it's just his stupid folly to trick her into giving her soul away? Anything can be possibly.

The answer of a demon thou made her sigh which she held herself back from doing so. Here you cannot show weakness nor too big bravery. Only tact, smartness and strength would help you out within depths of hell in the presence of demon lords. ''Knowing you well, Bael, I suspect that you came not to just help this man out into living world. I know well that a demon does no any favour for free. I do hope you do not hold me stupid. Szalor maybe naive...but not me. Correct me if I am wrong but there must be something you want from us for freedom.'' she said, calmly. Her voice collected, Joyce still was in perfect self control not allowing emotions to to take over.

''Exuse me one moment if you will..'' she said feeling Szalor's hand upon her shoulder. His worry took it's toll upon her but she tried not to give into it. Letting out a small sigh she turned to Szalor and smiled lightly. Without saying a word her hands lifted and removed the magic pendant from her neck and placed it around his own. Then she placed a kiss upon his cheek wrapping her arms around him gently.''You go, dearest. I shall be fine. '' she whispered into his ear softly.

Bael looked at her finally recognizing her. He bent over and really stared at her. He smiled and poly morphed himself into a man approximately six feet tall with long black hair and a fair young face. He walked up in a casual, yet smart business suit with the shirt partly open. "Well dear, Joyce, right?" he smiled at her with his evil grin. He extended his hand to her shoulder to grab it, but stopped almost afraid and retracted it. Bael looked at her, "You may leave Joyce," he said with impunity. He was trying to be polite, however, because of his orders his hands were tied. He stared at the sky and then looked at Joyce. "Your friend is summoning her spell," he continues, "I have already taken what I need from your friends and her sacrifice is unnecessary." Bael continued to look at the love of Szalor's life. Bael looked back to Calconix, "Begin to remove the operations in this area and transplant them to our new domain." With that Calconix turned and flew away.

Szalor looked at Joyce with confusion. His eyes got big and he said, "Joyce you're coming with me." He took her arm and stepped in front of her. The rage and fire in his spirit trying to come out and show her. He tries to lead her out as a portal begins to open.

She stood listening to Bael. Her eyes closed for a little while as she turns to face Bael again, realising that her plan was failing and turning to nothing. However, she knew that Akahana would probably attempt to save them and gave her pendant to Szalor not for no reason. Having it, it would be like the magnet for Akahana's spell an would bring him back to life first. Joyce still had unfinished business and needed to stay there for a little while. No. I cannot leave just yet. she said in a confidence gathering all she had of her courage. She sighed some inwardly pushing Szalor aside carefully and approaches Bael. May I talk to you privately, Bael? I really need to. having some powers still she would put a barrier back again between herself and Szalor so that he would not see her until they both would be back in life. In the living hell. But for now she had to stay here. She walked aside hoping that Bael would turn her request down. In truth, she had even two requests. Bael. I have two very big requests and I will not leave until they will be granted. No matter what the cost would be. she said and took a deep breathe. She always hated to ask Bael for something. Nothing makes her feel more worried and nervous than this. Here is someone I want to see and take with me to the living world. She is very dear to me and by mistake came to hell. So my request is to....release Evienne, my twin sister. And.....my second request is....let Bastian back into where he belongs to. He's bound to me and it should not be that way. she said and looked straight at his eyes. Hating to feel nervous and hoping Szalor will be saved successfully. Thought she must have faith in Akahana that she would do her best.

Bael just looked at her. He smiled at her and said, "I will not allow such occurrences unless you give me something I want my dear." He looked at her with a false kindness and respect. Though her bravery was admirable; it was a mistake to him. He looked at her and reinforced, "We both know what you have that I want. The trinket was the wrong tool for you to give up, wasn't it?" He smiled demonically at her. He continued, "Bastian is not my problem; the way to free him is here, but I will not simply help you without an immense amount of compensation." He wasn't about to let this child waltz around like she ran the place. He smiled more with the rest of his words, "Your sister is here now if you think to rescue her, however, I must warn you; I will not allow such loving heroism unless you make my demand." He waited for her response, however, as he did he noticed the ritual had started. His smiled went to nearly epic lengths on his face and he decided to mention, "Your friend from the waking world, the weak one with the seal on her is trying to rescue you." He nodded toward the opening portal.

Szalor just watched Joyce talk to the demon. What was she doing? He couldn't think of anything, but that question. In this state, he couldn't do anything to save her. In this realm without his powers he was lost. He heard a sound behind him and turned. Something was happening behind him, for, he saw a light show appearing. He deduced that someone was opening a gateway. He turned to Joyce whom was negotiating with the demon. He had heard some of her conversation through concentration and he tried to plead with her. He looked toward her and begged, "Joyce, come on! The gateway is opening and we can go. We'll come back for your sister and find a way to release Beastian, come on!"

She listened for the demon lord to speak. There was so much arrogance within his voice tone as if he would think or try to pretend that he is the most powerful one. But Joyce, more than anyone else, knew well that no one is invincible. It is imposable to destroy a demon lord, yes, but you can always disable him for a long time if you know how. Thought Joyce heard the rumours, about the Guardian's who can summon a demon, get from him the right twelve words and destroy the certain demon with these demons. These were powerful ones, but sadly they do not leave Earth. Hearing now Bael talk like that she let out a heavy sigh of realisation that she has to give up something very....Very precious of her own to save those she cares about. Evienne, her ever selfless sister never belonged to hell, not after saving Joyce's life. And Bastian deserved for freedom and a pardon to be able to return to hell. The cost is very high, she knows it well. But isn't it worth it a try? I did it on purpose, Bael. she said softly. I wanted you to see that I have what to offer before I could request anything from you for I know that to make a deal with a demon might cost mora than one can pay. But I am ready to give up that extra soul you wanted for so long. I long ago realised that you got Evienne for a reason. Wasn't it traps? Because she does not belong here. Thought I do hope that at this case you will not trick me.

She took a deep breath and glanced at Szalor. Seeing his worry it made only harder to do what she is going to. But once the portal opened, Joyce somehow cased a spell that the unseen force would pull him into the opening gateway, so that he would leave hell back to living word safe and sound. I'm sorry. I can't, Szalor...Not just yet.. she whispered and closing her eyes she turned away to just glance at Bael once again, this time, her look was full of honesty, the respect she always had for Bael, not as for the enemy but for someone who is....a friend and an enemy at same time. After all these two times just thanks to Bael and couple of other demon lords, she was safe and sound in hell as he caught her there. For the sake of old times, Bael....I beg thee for a fair deal. I do not want you to become into an enemy....for you always had been a good advisor and teacher too....

Szalor yelled for Joyce, however, the portal opened and he saw Akahana there telling him to move. "Joyce!" he screamed again as tears began to fall down his face. They didn't just fall, the tears began to crash around him. He love was staying behind and this woman, Akahana, was on the other side. He had a bad feeling that it was a sacrifice. "Akahana! I can't let you do this! What about your son?!" He tried to talk them both done, but the act had be made and Szalor felt a pull and his body was ripped from its spot in Hell. As he was being torn from his love he could only yell to her, "I love you, Joyce!" The sacrifice was made and now the exchange was necessary. He yelled as he began to painfully materialize onto the plane of Demigora. His nerves were the first to form and then within the tangled mass of nerve endings the bones began to appear. The skeleton in the midst of screaming, though at this point the scream was ethereal, looked at his body. The muscles began to compound themselves onto the bone and nerve structure. The pain was immense and Szalor almost lost consciousness from it. The muscles finished forming and Szalor began to receive the organs that made his Abberation body. His skin appeared at his head and began to unravel itself like someone laying carpet. The pain continued and so did the screams of Szalor Darkhope. The skin finished and during this re-encompassing and Szalor was struck, much like lightning, with his psionic power. Yes even his power had returned to him. He knew that with this strength he would have to help Akahana and Joyce. He didn't know what was going on as he lay on the floor.

She watched as Szallor has been ripped out from the Hell. The place she never enjoyed visiting. His screams of pain had been heard even there and it was almost cutting at her like a knife painfully. Meanwhile Bael was glad that least he got Szalor, be it in living world, but suffering, and his screams of pain and sadness was like the music to his ears. Finally, his attention had been directed fully to Joyce, who owed him a lot in truth. With busyness-like smile, so falsely pleasant, he approached her and motioned to his own office so that they could have a talk. You surely understand that if you would be dealing with a Seer, you would be asked for a few years of your life or your powers. But at this case, my dearest Joyce, I know that have to purchase something of a very..very great value. he said calmly watching her. The two moved to take a seat. Bael at his table and Joyce...well she chose to stand instead.

She nodded just lightly sighing deep inside. This situation was hopeless for her. She knew she could refuse it and Bael could not do anything. But he set up a nice double traps making her into coming willingly and offer something he was seeking out for so dearly. Only when you will release Evienne and when Bastian will free....I shall grant you what you want so much, Bael. I'm tired of being tricked always. she said, trying to hold herself back from glaring at him. Joyce had to admit that it's extremely hard not to give into the horrific impress of Bael. His presence is something hard to handle, especially for a human. You surely do not understand in what situation you are, Joyce. You cannot order or demand in my domain. he said and grinned flashing his trade-mark grin. However, I shall grant your wish. From now on you shall have your sisr back....and Bastian will be free. he said and stood up finally.

He walked out from around the table and began to draw a strange ward in he air. Once it was finished, it glew a strange unholy lightly. This was the most scariest moment ever. She knew she was going to loose her soul and how painful it can be. Joyce was glad she had two of them. Bael glanced at her and the ward quickly moved catching her within it. For a moment, the area became filled with a pure and warm golden light. And within that light Joyce has been holding back a scream, only tears were running down. Loosing a soul was truly painlyl, it left her feeling cold and empty..and weaker twice than she was. Bael would surely use that moment and catch her for the later use. As a trap for Akahana.

It could seem that many hours had passed ever since Joyce had gave up one of her souls. And yet, the time period was not so long indeed. It simply when you are trapped in hell, weak and nearly helpless, time runs extremely slowly in this nice place. Joyce had been in pain only for a few moment while he, the prince of the hell, was ripping Joyce's soul off her. After that, she felt no pain but the tormenting emptiness and cold. As her famous writer would say, winds would be howling inside, that is if she would loose her another soul. Her eyes lared at Bael who now was smirking smugly at her. You keeping me here still why? Certainly not for no reason? she muttered at the demon faintly. Bael only shifted in his seat to face her fully and leaned closer. At this very moment she wanted wipe that smug grin off his face. But she was retrained by something that gave not the most pleasant feeling. You are a very clever girl, my dear Joyce. But not as much valuable as your little friend is. he said and his eyes flashed a bemused smile. His eyes was one of these few things that no one wants to deal with when it comes to Bael. No! Not her! she growled with her eyes wide then flaring with a clear and obvious anger and warning. Bael only smiled even more. Too late, Joy. Akahana is already here. It will not take long for her to find you....but even then I will not release you. With the souls of both of you I will make hell, earth and heaven itself tremble at my feet...

Joyce frowned still glaring at Bael. So she's going to stay here? Forever? She's not going to let this happen. Love awaits in the waking world. Her love, her faith....her strength...She will think of how to escape and she she will take Akahana with herself. These two are alike. Oh for god's sake, both are such martyrs. One ready die for another. Joyce frowned at that and sighed heavily realising that one them will be really doomed. But who?

He had watched long enough. It amused him at first to see these two young women ready to give up everything in order to save a life. It was time for him to step in. Tine to make himself known. A blinding light would appear just behind Joyce. A white pure light that would cause and who look at it to look away. From the light stepped out a man who looked to be in his 20's with short black hair and eyes that were a bright copper in color. He was 6'2 and had wings of solid black. He stepped forward and held his hand up and spoke with a voice that was almost painfully beautiful "you will harm this woman no more nor the other. I have demed these two worthy of saving for there willingness to give up everything to save the ones they care for. Your power is now null against them and will be leaving with me" he says and a bright blue light flashes from his hand and sends the one taking Joyce's soul from her flying then offers her a hand "take my hand and all will be ok" he says looking at her with a smile .

"I need not your help Vayne . I know that there is only one door out of here and I have seen and felt it. It is behid you Vayne. I will have you stand aside and out of my way so that I can go through the door. Your illusions don't and will not work on me. I have seen many thing in my single life and death as been waiting for me for a long time now. I will not let my friends down I will save her from her self and the dark prince. "

"Oh so young so much fire in your soul...such a treat it will be to hold it in my bed as my own wife for eternity here after. Like a young child I will let you go for I know what fate has in store for you just remember when you are mine I will have the enjoyment of knowing that not even you could save your friends."

She would growl at him as she would move past him for the door. Not looking back she would swing open the door wide and run down the hall way into yet another room. She knew that she was getting close because she could here the pained voice of Joyce screaming now. She would bite her bottom lip until it bleed as she would slip in to the darkness of the shadows and walks past the many greater demons undetected. She would look around at the hall that would now only go two ways one way she would only see blackness and several demons. The other way would be a path way lite up by torches with blue fire. She would walk down the path following the blue flames. The sound of her heart beat could be heard in her chest by her own ears. She would walk up on a set of very large double doors with two very large demons. She would step out of the shadows so that they could see her . Once she was spotted they came rushing at her with hand to hand combat skills...as if testing her. She would fight them both using the same method only she would constantly change styles so that they could not keep blocking her hits. As strong as they are she would take many hits to the face and chest stumbling a few times but getting up each time. She would get off the ground with laughter in her voice her eyes would shine a dangerous color of black and then red as she would slip into a style known as the dragon style.She would over come them with in moments after that. Looking at the doors taking a moment to breath and gather her strength once again she would push on the doors that would have bodies trapped in both sides of the doors souls of the dammed long ago lost from the deals they have made. "I will not end up like you all did I plan to walk out of here with whom I came for." she thought to her self. With both hands on the door she would push them wide open her long black hair would cover her left eye as she walked into the room seeing the one called Bael.

"Bael you will let her and her soul go now. I am here . Let her go she is just a women with love in her heart let her go what good is she to you"

She would see the six foot tall angel in the room. Hearing only a little of what he said his voice is painfully beautiful . She would shake her head for a moment swearing she thought she saw something that looked familial to her.

She glared at Bael. Joyce always had the respect for Bael but this time he crossed all limits and proved he's a truly twisted monster without a heart. Bael smirked at Joyce. Even being weak, she still had some...so called sheer inner strength and fire that flared in her big expressive eyes. This was what he always liked in her. And the tendency to never give up. So when she now gave up her soul so easily, he was lightly disappointed now. What was old awesome Joyce now was left just tid bits of her. Suddenly Bael frowned significantly when the light flashed behind her. Her eyes turned to see what it was and stared at angel. He was beautiful....his voice was amazing.....and he had a strange effect on her.....not that of a blind trust....but simply almost like the Glamour. Just stronger. Se shook it off and her eyes darted from the angel to Bael. You think you'll come, say some significant phrase and it will work? Bael grinned and snatched Joyce quicker before she could react and take a hold on Soki's hand. Damn it, Bael.....you'll pay for it.. she grunted and glanced at Soki. Go save Akahana better.....she's coming. And I'm already doomed.. she muttered to him. But it was sorta late a bit. She could already hear the sounds of her steps approaching.

He was now annoyed and it showed on his face and in his voice. The look on his face turned from that of being hansome and innocent to one of pure malice. His voice now hurtful as he spoke again "who said anything about praying fool I'm here for these two and I will get what I came for with you dead at my feet if you insist on being this way" he says taking a step towards them with every word till he was right infront of them. He looks at the man holding Joyce back from coming with him and loses all expression on his face. He went blank and that was never a good thing "I can see that you are not going to cooperate with me so I will end this quickly" he says his voice flat as his hand shoots up and places a finger on Bael's forehead "you brought this upon yourself, now suffer the wrath of your choice" he says as smoke starts to rise from the spot he was touching then sees that the other woman has come into the room and appears in front of her his persona changed back to his pleasant self "I am sorry you two had to see me like that, I hope that you two can forgive me when we return to the surface" he says with a smile on his face.

"I am sorry miss but I can't do that. I came here for both o you and I won't leave without both of you. You can cone willingly or I can take you back by force if I have to...and there's only one person in this place that I know is stronger than I and he and I are in an alliance with each other. So please just come with me and make this easier for both of us" he pleads to her. He didn't want to harm her here for it would hurt her elsewhere as well and he didn't want that.