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Ophelia’s smile quickly disappeared. The insolent brat had her back to hell’s dictator and spoke condescendingly. Without even thinking Ophelia’s aura heated up. It calmed down a little as she wondered why she was bothering herself with someone so insignificant.

“ so who are you and what brings you here then little one? It would be the greatest believable jest if you were Aeis’ rescue party.” Ophelia chuckled.

Ophelia relaxed a little more and laid back in the air hovering around watching the angel and occasionally looking back at outpost area to see if any other activity was going on. The demoness seemed to be losing interest in things often as of late.

Sere saw various demons moving around from his rundown territory and inquired the reason. They explained an outpost had been made on the surface and many were using it as an excuse to go above. Sere thanked the demon and hurried up, hurrying past the moving mob.
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Sere soon arrived on the surface and looked around.
'Now I can go find that angel that saved me and not worry about being watched because of the commotion that is sure to happen soon... But I have no clue where to look. If she's, in heaven there's no way I'll find her-.... that voice!'
He looked around madly and honed in on the nearby scream. Weaving through the area swiftly, he made his way to the source, the minotaurs soon in view. His emotions flared as he recognized her outfit and blue hair.
'It's... IT'S HER!'
Sere drew his sword Bliss and rushed in yelling a battle cry. He jumped toward the nearest brown one, aiming a strike to the back of his head.

As the minotaurs shadow enveloped him, Sere looked on with fear for his life. Hearing Isha's words however gave him courage, and allowed him to focus on the strike. Sere hopped to the side to avoid the strike and shielded himself from the sand that flung up. Soon as he could he jumped onto the minotaur's arm and kicked off of it to get high enough, doing to the same strike the minotaur attempted on this one's head.
"Perish!"

Sere let out a cry of pain that ended as he connected with the ground, 'bliss' falling from his grip and landing into the sand. His body went limp, not moving an inch, blood seeping from him. A few moments a sinister black glow faded in around him, growing thicker by the second. He inhumanly lifted himself up, his upper body hanging over before slowly rising up. His expression was of the severe pain he had just received before it twisted to an insane smile, his eyes glowing red, any around would feel a pang of insanity flow through them. Sere's form rippled as he began to change, claws forming and wings sprouting, and the seeping wound had begun to regenerate. He brought his right hand up to his face, strangely looking at it before looking to the black minotaur, the insane smile never leaving. A shadowy light formed over his right claws and he turned his head slowly, his wings stretched out. He began to walk forward ever so slowly, an insane laugh slightly escaping his lips.

"Heh won't be seeing him again..."
The black minotaur turned back around looking at the two brown ones dismissively.
"Eh their wake back up eventually... now then about you- the hell!?"
The pang of insanity as well as a feeling of primordial fear coursed through him. He turned around to see the terrifying sight causing him to back up a step.
"You're... stay... STAY AWAY!"
The minotaur did a desparate one handed over hand swing toward Sere. Isha was looking at Sere, her eyes wide open with confusion and fear. She got to her feet and looked on.

Isha turned away from the view and slowly turned back only to gasp as Sere moved toward her. Upon his self restrain she was confused till she heard his strange voice.
"Sword...?"
She remembered the sword he had earlier and looked around for it. She saw it in the sand and hurried over to it, picking it up. She felt really different upon doing so, as if her magic was drained away. She shoved
her curiosity away and hurried over to Sere, moving the hilt near hands.
"Here."

Undisturbed by the minotaur, she saw Ophelia rush up to the sparkle. Adjusting her eyes to the light she saw that the little sparkle was actually a person. An elf of pure white except for the silver sword she wielded. The elf had stuck her chin out and looked like a kid who wasn't admitting to any trouble they had caused. Cursing herself Ramella watched the two. Even though the elf was of a very petite size and seemed to have no powers she was slightly awe inspiring.

Tapping into her mind, she saw that the elf actually had no fear of Ophelia. Deciding to see who this elf was, she began searching through the elf's mind. Only seconds after she had made her decision she heard the elf snarl in her mind. 'Get out. Now' The voice was full of spite and annoyance that Ramella quickly withdrew. Glaring at Ramella for a second before she returned her attention to Ophelia, she continued to fidget with her necklace.

((I swear, as soon as I get time ill find some blue print or map for our area))

Ophelia was looking around not paying particular attention to anything as she was having a conversation with an enemy. “ Feel free to explore around inexperienced one, but I wont be responsible for what happens to you.

The silver haired celestial pointed below her and the demoness. Ophelia looked down and saw the region populating, then some commotion going on between 3 minotaurs, what looked like Isha and….. a demon boy.

Ophelia’s eye pupils grew bigger as she focused on the scene. Her attention offcourse was on the male and his swift combat style. “ oh my…” She said under her breath.

She was still flying in mid air and decided to land herself on top of a structure it was like a ruined pantheon throne that looked out towards the whole of the fort. She had a perfect view of the fight and gasped slightly when the fellow demon was struck hard. “ oh no. And there is no way I can get involved I would look bad as a superior. My men need to sort their own biffs out.” she spoke to herself as another split individual. Realising she was speaking too soon she watched with interest the resilience of the demon and the dark aura that began to expand from him.

Ophelia watched and breathed heavier. She herself liked to play with dark arts sometimes too. She unknowingly licked her lips at the gorey execution of the Minotaur. “ OH MY….. silly bull…that gives me an idea for a stadium. To keep this populace amused..” . She looked to her left and motioned a servant over. She would whisper something in her ear. The lesser demon servant with small wings dashed off hurriedly.

The demon queen watched the fort become busier and grow. She lifted a skull off a nearby table cracked it open, pouring the contents into a wine glass.