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Breathing an inner sigh of relief at this much more, down to earth Raoul, Corbin took a slightly more relaxed stance, so as to let the muscles around the dagger protruding from his back relax.

"Sir. Roan, has taken a leave of absence. During her bout with Surt, her original soul was scatter about the pit of hell in the form of hell butterflies. She is recovering, and the sword is safe, under no circumstances would I alow that blade to be left under less then sufficient guard. I've had to handle it for Roan before, and should the need arise, these hands will be charred again to keep it under lock and key."

"As for the two brothers and their own blades, they are both well and fine, and are as we speak, being tended to by my ghouls with medical supplies, and the small spoils of a victorious battle. At the first chance, once they have settled and have been treated I will assemble them, and de-brief them, before allowing them to return to the clan manor, where they will remain for a complete span of one day and night under observation. We've all been faced with the past during this war, and had to make hurtful decisions."

At this moment, Corbin gave a slight tug at the glove material around his left hand, thinking of the ring around his finger, and Narok, before continueing.

"Till I am certain they are of sound body and mind, they will not be granted leave from the manor."

He then took another sip of his given beverage, before once more going on to say.

"I appreciate the gesture, and will be there to meet with you tomorow eve, however. I will perform what ever task you ask of me, when it is requiered of me. Please keep that in mind, I am not privelaged with the same generous time spare as the others any more."

Turning his head suddenly, Corbin looked at Dagoth wide eyed in complete and utter, shock. In horror of the possible ramifications, he snarled, and hollered at the fallen DeSeer.

"Dagoth you rampant bloody simpleton! Have you any idea! And where the hell did you leave my father's sword?!"

As a growl rolled through his throat, he realized that his brother was out for the count.

"I have half a mind to put a very large hole in your stomach."

*Sophus emerged in the Underworld, his long blood red cloak twitched slightly in the chilled breeze as he walked urgently towards his fathers lair.
His mind ravelled with so many questions yet unanswered.
What were he to do now ?
He called for his fathers name, his mighty Siren voice rumbled off the craggy walls but there was only silence in return. He headed for the throne room.

On his way there Sophus paused at the sight of decomposing bodies which were frantically clawing for their way to the world above.*

'Could these be the souless creatures' shells ?
The remains of all the warriors that were slain by the demon blades ?'

*Sophus' eyes fixated on the scene whilst his legs pushed him forwards towards the throne room door, slowly he turned the handle.
The heavy door made a echotic boom as the brass handle slammed against its hinges, loose rubble fell from the corners from the immense structure making a 'plopping' noise into the whirlpool below.
Sophus sat in Hades' chair , placed his white beautiful hands onto the arm rests and shut his eyes*

Narox.... oh thats very naughty...

*The voice was tiny and insignificant, but the 'butterfly' that flittered around the throne then out onto the open floor was slightly more obvious. As it came to a stop on the flagstones, a faint, ghostlike form seemed to surround it, familiar in its outline. Unruly red hair, piercing eyes, slender form, cocky stance. The figure smiled at Sophus, resting hands on see through hips*

I wonder... would you forget me if I was gone Sophus? You do remember my name... right?

Roan.. that was it.

*The figure seemed to take on slightly more form as another two butterflies flittered out to join the first on the floor... but Sophus's hand still passed straight through the figures shoulder*

I remember... pain. Fighting Azrael? Would I do that? Strange... I dont recall exactly... then a moment of pain... and I stopped being heavy. Cant remember so much... Azrael... who IS that?

Dagoth... Zachriedek... Corbin... the names are familiar now you say them...

*Another butterfly landed, then another. Colours started to show in the shade's clothes*

DeSeer... oh ho... I remember that bit.. so heavy back then, you know? But Sophus remembers me. That's ok.

Back to that heavy place? With so much to do? I dont think I want to. Besides... I dont know where half of me is.

*She beamed at Sophus... and it was scary. Sanity and sense seemed to be as sadly lacking from this facsimile of a woman as the details and substance of her form. Two of the butterflies on the floor took off, making her seem less substantial once more*

Memories and self scattered in a thousand directions... if they want me back... if YOU want me back... its one big puzzle waiting for you. I wish you luck. You DO want to be with me right, Sophus? Or is Romaleos still stopping you? Come to me...

*She opened her arms as if to embrace Sophus, cocking her head to one side, the human features of her face melting into the more predatory Cainitic ones as her fangs showed*