Alliances Coming Together (Lyssia, Chris)

[Kayla Benton]

Jedupo walked around in the Underworld, making sure everything was up and running smoothly as it all should be. There was a lot to go through and surely she had demons and other creatures to do all of this for her, but she wanted to see some creature get nervous because of her being around to check up on them. She was about half way through everything when someone had caught her attention. With curiousity filling her, Jedupo went over to whoever it was that did caught her attention, finding it to be a mere darklighter.

[Christopher Myers]

Christopher had been maiming innocents and taming his charge for a few days and he thought it best to show Lyssia one of his hates, one of his biggest detests. The underworld. Chris was born and raised in the underworld, but that only added to his hate for it. He didn't have a reason to hate it, but he did.

Chris stood next to Lyssia, staring blankly, coldly, into her eyes. "We're gonna go somewhere." Christopher said, taking a fierceful grasp of her wrist. As he did, the thick black smog emerged from their feets and they orbed.

After the world shifting around them, the nauxious sounds, colors, images swirling around the two; they appeared. They were in the underworld. "Right, welcome to my home. Go kill someone." Chris said, staring outward into nothing. Seemingly.

Soon after, Christopher saw a female approach him. His eyes scanned the female up and down. She certainly was a treat to look at, Chris knew this. "Lyssia. Go make mischief or something." he said, shunting at Lyssia yet his eyes remained on the female. "... And what do you want?" Christopher said. He knew she was of high authority, due to her stance; her posture but he didn't know exactly what her role was. He hadn't been in the underworld for some time, so he didn't know much about it's roles of authority or even who the current source was, for that matter.

[OOC: Sorry about length.]
[OOC: Sorry about lack of formatting.]

[Lyssia Grey]

Lyssia looked up at Chris from her work when he looked at her and said they were going somewhere. Before he could grab her arm she plunged the dagger into the stomach of the woman she had been torturing and left it there, the blood oozing up slightly around the dagger. Once he grabbed her arm she looked at him and said, "Fine, but my plaything better still be here when we get back lover."

Then, just like that, they were gone and in the underworld. Though when Lyssia looked around she found herself in the Underworld, a place that wasn't exactly new to her. And then she was told to go kill someone to which she could only just look at Chris with an almost insulted look on her face. "Seriously, you expect me to just go out and kill a demon, just like that? What do you think I am, a witch. Besides demons don't leave corpses to play with and humans taste sweeter."

Lyssia started to look around and think about her last visit to this vast cave system known as the underworld, it had been some time since she had last been here, her last venture into the Underworld was when she was still a student of the labyrinth. She took part in a slave raid for some demon in the service of the Neverborn known as the Lord of Dark Delights. She had fun in the shadow of that tomb, anything you desire could be achieved, for a price. The memories of that place still brought a sadistic smile to her face. A smile that was interrupted when another woman came upon them.

Now Lys had no idea who this person was, but she could get the feel that she was important she then sneered at Chris and said, "Go make mischief yourself boy toy. I would much rather be causing suffering and chaos on Earth then making mischief down here." She then turned her attention back to the woman who just arrived. She was blonde, not always a bad thing, but Lys got the feeling from watching her that it wasn't her defining feature.

Looking the blond up and down, with some fairly perverted thoughts running through Lys head as she did so Fun thoughts that she hoped that she could one day indulge in. Even better would be if this woman was a strong enough demon she could even survive. For a moment Lys could feel the tug of Oblivion, indicating that some force in the Labyrinth wanted her here, in this conversation. The pull would not perceived physically, and had no direct effect on her, though powerful enough demons might be able to sense something, just plain wrong touch Lys for an instant then vanish."So, who are you, and why should I care?" The Nephandic Warlock said with a cruel and sadistic look on her face.