'Yeah, I take it as a demon worshipper, he'll have some blood in the back? and maybe some cake?' She asked, sidestepping the writing corpse. Looking back at him as her and Max had just about entered the house, she commenetd 'i'm not sure my memories are that pleasant. I hope he'll be alright...'
The soul of Conquest awoke in what seemed like a crystal prison, only seeing rippling black, as if her prison was behind cloth. She couldn't sense her physical being and felt incredibly calm. She felt unrestrained, despite being in what seemed a container, and she felt happy and pure once again. all the self-deprivation, all the anger and bitterness; it was gone now. She was rocked again into a sleep state by the movement of the container.
Felon and Fae at this point were in deep discussion; 'Ah... that would be impossible-- your soul -- as strong as it is, would be ripped apart if you wanted to enter that dimension.' Rubbing his temple with his hands the bat sighed. We've gone through all the secret places we know, and its a given he'll block the obvious places; just because it would be so obvious to go there after counter bluffing times a million!'
Taking a deep breath, he got up out of the chair, 'Lets take a break-- would you like a drink, or something to eat, or maybe ask me about myself-- I'm the older brother you never knew--' It was then Fae began to cry and he felt it too, a deep, wrenching pain of death. 'Dear crimony, two in one?!'