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"So it seems I've worn out my welcome." The voice of Xiahael rang out from Emery's lips as the two newcomers presented themselves. The twisting body of Emery stood atop the corpse of the demon hound and pointed a finger at the crowd he'd been with originally. "I'll leave you all to your...

An exaggerated sigh left Emery's stolen lips as his hand extended to disperse of the beast, it being sucked back into whatever nightmare portal he'd created earlier. It screaming in agony all the way down. "That's one of the things about you mortals I'll never understand. Your conditions. I...

"Now, now, aren't we friends?" The slithering voice that had replaced Emery's stated. He flipped over a rushing Xyrdithas with ease and landed with their backs to each other. "Do we not have a tower to climb, my dear comrade?" The voice chimed once more in an almost mocking tone. Followed by...

Xiahael's voice was beginning to grow fainter it seemed. His grip on Emery was clearly weaker than a demon's grasp should be. Or was it that the will of the boy was far tougher than the average human. "I cannot speak for much longer to you. But I will not leave without at least a taste of what...

The beast used Emery's eyes to shift his gaze all over Harrier. This human did indeed intrigue it. He had somewhat of a disappointing response to offer the necromancer however. His stance softened a bit. "Why you do offer me great company as I have found no way to converse with the boy. I must...

The string-attached body lost its smile upon her questioning. It peered down at her notes and rushed up to her in a flurry of spider like movements. "What exactly do you intend to do with such information? Are you aiming to make a mockery of me?" It didn't sound pleased with her inquiring and...

The comment of lacking ambition festered quite the smile on the Emery's puppet. "Ah a demon without the goal of conquering or doom, what a quandry I am." It raised Emery's eyebrow. "You speak of riches? Monetary climax? Renown, name?" He could not help but offer another cackle. He snapped all...

"You mistake me for someone with a grand scheme, Harrier. I am but a voyager. Maybe you should ask those who opened the gateway for me." Emery's hand moved to lift his shirt up and revealed a very unsightly looking scar upon the boys chest. The scar seemed to be symbolic of some ankh or relic...

The unconscious body of Emery Thatcher allowed her to peer for a moment into what lay beneath. After a few seconds of her uninterrupted staring, the wrist of the boy twisted three times over and gripped the hand of the necromancer, pushing it aside and snapping staring into her eyes with the...