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"Her wish is my command. Your loss, woman" He said with a hard smile, and without waiting for her, began walking towards Setsuka's chambers. Now there was a woman who could appreciate a man of his many and varying talents.

Setsuka smiled, a twisted smile that was darkly beautiful, as she walked from the recesses of the room. She was not dressed as she had been only minutes ago, but now in more formal clothing suited for a woman in her status. She sat at the head of the long table, in the throne-like chair, then looked around for everyone to do the same. They were expected to sit by order of importance, and they should well know that by now. She had not held many meetings, but she had held enough. The higher your rank, the closer to Lady Setsuka--the 'extra' people would also sit in order of how important she deemed them.

People like Raziela. Raziela, the darling, disgusting creature who could condemn a person to insanity in a single night's sleep. Raziela would sit close. Perhaps not so close as ZT, but most definitely close.

When all had been seated, she leaned forward. "My loyal ones..." A pet name for those gathered. It meant more for some than others--ZT was her most loyal. Morrigan seemed to flicker every now and again, but the girl was loyal enough, and Setsuka could understand having... personal motives. Setsuka smiled once more, that superior, welcoming smile that always contradicted itself: did it welcome you, love you? or did it hate you, find itself better?

Either way, it was an evil, evil smile.

"I have few things to say, but they are of great importance." She stopped talking, waiting obviously for some form of acknowledgement. How many she would require to give thus changed with each meeting, never consistent. It all depended upon her mood that day.

Raziela finally appeared in Setsuka's chambers - she had to come through a door, as the witch had put up shields that also blocked the ethereal plane that Raz existed on.

The spirit was not happy about that, but she was not angry either. There were no emotions on her face, because she had none. Nothing beyond two black lens-like eyes adorned by a pair of red streaks smeared down her cheeks, and they did not show much when she was bored.

She hovered at the table, unable to sit in a world where she passed through everything. She hovered at her corresponding seat though, approximately halfway between where ZT was, and Morrigan at the end.

Are you not all things you say important? Raziela thought, but the thought never became words, only a slight tilt of her head.

ZT, having taken his place next to his Mistress, placed his hands on the table before him, fingers knitting together. As he listened to his Lady, memorizing her word for word, his eyes flicked around at the gathered crowd. His eyes lingered on Raziela the longest. She was an odd thing. A spirit.. Or a thought. Either way, she was one seriously ******** up being.

His eyes next went to the dragon, Tsukasa. She was a mesmerizing lady, one that would easily catch his breath at another time. But he was in the presence of his Lady. Nothing could truly distract him now.

His eyes flicked over Zane and Morrigan, not truly caring enough to observe them. Zane was a sadistic liability, and Morri a stuck up Reaper. He never truly did like anyone.. With one exception, of course.

Lady Setsuka.

Morri's eyes flashed a bright crimson at the mention of Satan. Even one of her Overlords was in on this? At least soon would be as it sounded. What could Setsuka do to convince Satan to fight for her cause? This Godkiller Relic... would he wish to destroy God, her other Overlord? That would not work no, they needed both to live to keep the balance of Good and Evil. Lucifer, what Morri most commonly called the ruler of Hell, must have other reasons. He couldn't seriously think things would be all right if he did that. Morrigan remained silent at the end of the table, knowing she wasn't wished to speak yet. Though she might be called upon, if they realized how easily she could reach the two realms of death.

ZT nodded at the end of Setsuka's last sentence. "I agree with your plan, wholeheartedly, my Mistress. I will order many low ranking soldiers to begin to dig the chambers for our newest ally... However, Mistress.. I must ask: Shall I accompany you to his Domain," he asked, a foreign undertone coming into play. Concern? Grief? No one would most likely be able to tell, not even himself. "I merely ask because I have been into Hell Realms previously, and I know some.. Tricks that may be played. While I do not doubt your strength or intellect in the slightest, I would be much more comfortable escorting you, M'lady."

His eyes swept among everyone else present. His face slid into a slight grimace. No one else was addressing his Mistress. Whether they agree, or not, they should at least put in some feedback to Her.

Raziela thought about what Setsuka said, and the faceless spirit began to laugh, a cackling sinister laugh which soon subsided into chuckles of anticipation, and then silence once more from her.

"This will be interesting," the disembodied voice of Raziela spoke. Her voice, perhaps, was the strangest thing about her. For all her nasty personality and frightful appearance, Raz had a most admirable, beautiful voice. It was almost hypnotic - which was the key to her terrible power. Such a voice was soothing and suggestive to a sleeping mortal, and could conjure up jarring streams of thoughts without effort.

But among her wakeful allies, her voice was harmless, if a little odd to realize it was coming from her of all those in attendance.

"Bolivar is a male's school, if I am to understand correctly, yes?" the spirit asked sweetly. "Oh, the boys at that age... So confused, so lonely...." Collateral damage was all well and good, if you lived on the corporeal plane. If you were a spirit locked on the ethereal plane, like Raziela, then potential drama like this was gold. This sort of stuff, as simple and as immature as it seemed sometimes, was what she got off on.

Zane nodded, and with that slight worry out of the way, he began to anticipate the battles to come, the fights, the bloodshed...the women. Oh, Bai Ching. He'd have his fun at Bai Ching, he was sure.