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Pantheragora curiously followed Reivan. She cared not where he stood or who he followed. She herself was Neutral, and she'd go anywhere with him should he invite her. The vixen could hold her own.

She cocked her head down at the seat, hearing the chair drag across the floor. Her lush lips parted, a few of her curls slipping into her face.

" Why are spiders so sacred here?" she asked as a few of her arms came out to feel the chair before she sat.

Pan sighed and rested her elbows on the table, cupping her cheeks in her hands. " Snakes are charming creatures, more charming than spiders I think. Once, I had a king who controlled serpents. Unfortunately King Asmodeius has gone missing for about twenty three thousand years. Uoe had to raise his son. " The vixen pouted at the thought but then turned her head as if she were wandering off and daydreaming. " Imagine being raised by a Goddess. Such power would be bestowed upon you, such secrets."

Panthera's brows furrowed. " Sometimes I am jealous of my prince." Suddenly she shook her head, shaking away her thoughts.
" Never mind. Those are past events." she murmured.

"What's interesting is there's been sightings of Asmodeius spreading like wildfire. Maybe he's returned." a pleasant smile spread across her lips. " Tell me, merchant, have you ever heard of Angels?"

"I agree with you there.. serpents have a wonderful cunning about them, and in terms of appearance snakes are much more beautiful." Reivan perked up at the familiar name, one he knew all too well, "no, but I do know of this prince of yours... in fact I spoke with him in person once..." Reivan was about to continue when Valagh interrupted. The assassin rubbed his arms irritably, glaring slightly at the warlock from the corner of his eye.

Pantheragora's lips tightened. Anyone speaking with Prince Geist in this realm was currently impossible. He hadn't yet left the gates of Rylinndar.
The azure vixen began to rise from her seat, her lips slowly parting to say something, when she heard Valagh's voice and footsteps.

Tightening her jaw, Pan turned when a book was shoved into one of her many hands. Lifting the mortal flesh bound book to her nose, she smelled the familiar scent. " There are humans in this realm?" she asked, arching a brow. " Valagh, what is this book called?"

"It is called "Libris Abyssus", the Book of Hell. Yes, m'lady, there are indeed humans on the surface of this world, and unfortunately, they are quite numerous."

((My apologies for the lack of content, but I've got a hell of a headache that just won't go away.))

With her brows still furrowed, Pan's pouty lips curved into a smirk. " If there are humans on the surface, you better believe we'll go after them. " she chuckled. " Human blood gives us a high."

The vixen lifted a brow, opening the book and brushed her fingers lightly over the Libris' pages. Suddenly she shook horribly, her jaw dropping wide. Frantically she paged through the book, desperately pressing her hands against the braille, reading more and more of it in a panic. With a shriek her eyes opened, smoky sky blue orbs appearing from beneath her feathery lashes. Flames of azure power flickered from her eyes and the sound of charging lasers squealed through the room. Before the death ray could unleash itself from her skull, Pan immediately shut her eyes, clasping two of her palms over her sockets.

The Libris Abyssus dropped to the floor with a loud thud. Slowly Pantheragora relaxed the hands over her face. Blue light peered through the cracks of her fingers.

" This... this must be WRONG!" moaned the blue woman. Then she dropped her hands. Lacking their blinding blue glow, her naked eyes showed their true color. Every part of her eyes were a shade of the rainbow. Having used her deadly power once, her eyes would be powerless until she slept to let them regain their energy.

" You say this is a book of hell, but nothing in here resembles home." She did not recognize a single word from Libris Abyssus, for it was about a whole different realm.

Three of her arms swooped out and grabbed Valagh by his clothing. She yanked him within inches of her face, her adorable visage twisted into an expression of both wonder and fright. " This realm has its own hell?!"

Dropping him, she staggered back a few steps in awe. " Starlilthana." she whispered breathlessly the name of her ancient homeland, which she usually did when she was in shock. Swallowing hard, she placed a hand over her heart. Trembling, she realized her heart was pounding.

" The universe. It is so... complex." she stammered. " I wonder how many hells there are." She had to blink a few times to clear her vision as she stared down at the book on the floor.

She had completely forgotten about Reivan's fib earlier about speaking to her prince.

"And each level of the abyss is unique, The deeper you go the greater your torments... the thing is, even the first layer is often unbearable to uninvited mortals." he added in. "There are some theories though that the nine layers of Baator were once part of the abyss although this is simply absurd"