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The Doctor was half way through running around the Console to get coordinates ready when he was approached by Ruby, she had a gift. It was somewhat something insignificant, but the thought behind it made it all the more meaningful. with almost puppy dog eyes and a smile he couldn't hold back he accepted it without a word. And then he slowly got back to getting the TARDIS ready. And then flicking one switch down he heard Claudia ask him a question. He scowled without really looking and then pressed a button and twisted around and said "no, not really. Never heard of it. I mean, there's black jewels over in the Nostrada Galaxy but thats far too far for here. " and then he leaned back and pulled a singular leaving down and the entire TARDIS moaned with power as it began to make that wooshing sound again.

"Doctor, why does it make that sound, all the time?" asked Clara. He replied almost shaking it off somethign along the lines of "something to do with the breaks, i don't know. My wife told me"
"you're wife?"
"yeah, long story, she tried to kill me once and we totally got married"
"how romantic"
"quite..."

When the TARDIS had landed the sounds stopped and the center of the console stopped bopping up and down, it came to a stand still. "So, Magic Earth, apparently we're nearby the city known as Neutral City, according to my data collection." he was almost pressing his forehead against the screen that told him the information when he turned around and smiled. He brought up a hand and snapped his thumb and index finger causing for the doors to the TARDIS to open. Outside it looked as if they were high up, certainly on the bluff of Neutral city, to one side you could see a building, he must have landed out of too much sight to not attract attention. And outside, it was still snowing. The floor was lightly covered in it, everything and everywhere was a graceful white glow. The sky was dull but the snow made it seem like it was the morning, a few children were out playing, others asleep.

Laxion tried to get up almost painfully, but requested help from Ruby, naturally. Meanwhile... The Doctor could see that ache in Adi's face, the feeling that now she would have to say goodbye to him, and she may never know if she'll see him again. That's the thing with the Doctor... he comes and goes... when he does come back, you might have ages 50 years and he would none. If you're lucky, or unlucky, he may visit you in your past, where you still don't even remember him. He looked over to her, and though this was.. where they would have to leave. It's not goodbye.

He walked up to her with that little grin of hers whilst Clara overlooked with the same smile. He said, quietly. "Adi" he then repeated her name fully as if ti love it. "Rur'Adika Addaharra - You've been brilliant. You go out there, and you spread my name, tell them... this world is under my protection." he then grinned once more and looked ino her eyes "It's not so bad eh? I'll be back!"

As soon as Dorian began saying the words under his breath, the words of wisdom and seldom, the energies from the land where the dark mark had once, or never stood hummed with energy. The soulstone floating over towards the centre, trailing from it a misty dark aura. Dorian knew exactly what he was doing, and he didn't just speak the magical words, he wasn't just using memory to conduct the spell. He believed what he was doing was right, he knew it. He wasn't a man who was just carrying out someone's orders, Dorian was devoted to completing this task, this unfinished task!

When the pieces of Zoltan's soul clawed away from the soulstone, the final piece was being summoned from the depths of space and time. Whirling around faster than a great tornado as Dorian finalised his speech he summoned his master that once beckoned the worlds and will do once again. It was almost like drums of war played in the sky, like storms were playing their instruments for the great finale. It was like the world had stopped for a moment, for that single second when each and every flying, wispy piece of ethereal ectoplasm violently imploded on themselves, coming to a lush blue-white orb in the middle like a liquid star. Like a sonic boom had just slowed down and sounded in reverse the star stared outwards. Like all breath had been taken by the clutches of death, it left a sense of hopelessness behind it.

When the second passed, there was a chiming ethereal sound, like time itself had been shattered into many pieces. The star itself like a vacuum as a bluey white essence gathered around it aggressively and raised up around it. The mist forming into layers of magical aura that combined together into a humanoid form. And in the third and final second it felt like a vacuum closed in on Dorian, like a ring that stretched for miles had suddenly rushed in on them, energy gathering together as the bright figure turned fiery with rage. The mass thrust down into the ground with a great crash, it sounded like a great bridge crossing continents had just collapsed and crashed into a moor below. Dust, dirt, twigs and branches shifted across the floor, scraping the land of its nearly replenished life as a familiar face emerged from the debris.

He had dark shoulder length hair, from even a distance orange eyes pierced through the air, he was crouched over with one knee on the ground and one against his chest. His chest was not moving, it was like he was a statue. For almost a brief moment after he had materialised, the male wore clothes just like he had when he had been destroyed. But with no time to even blink his clothes quickly aged by hundreds of years and deteriorated upon him, dropping to the floor in ashes. Then chuckling broke out, that low toned, sinister laugh that most people would call a beckoning, almost frightening sound. It was him, Zoltan Maues had returned, and he was very much alive. He may not have stood up yet, he didn't even seem as though he wanted to stand up, but even just from his glare and ending laughter you could tell he had the same desires. Everybody wants to rule the world, but Zoltan was different, he would gain pleasure from it. And when Zoltan Maues gets you, you'll be in a room where the light won't find you, not even that of the syndicate, and when your walls come tumbling down he would have been the one to push it over.

Slowly, came his voice "... Dorian...". He did not care he was clothe-less, he cared that he was alive, he was back, in one piece. "I assume you grew tired of your worthless body?" he asked, with a devilish grin spread across his face. "How long as it been?"

Even Zoltan was somewhat happy to be seeing his young aprentice again, no, he was happy to see him. The man before him was no longer a boy, but a man that truly devoted himself to the Demonaria just like he did himself. As the robes spread round him, Zoltan stood up and the fabrics made a quiet rumble as they unfurled in the air. He made sure to expand his lungs right then, the smell of the air was somewhat fresh and dead at the same time. Zoltan grinned ever so slightly at his apprentice's changes.

He then listened intently to the time he was in, at first he was nodding along, accepting the fate he was given until he heard 'erased from time'. the rest what somewhat a blur. Stopping in his tracks Zoltan looked Dorian in the eyes and said "Erased from time?" as if to repeat him in disbelief. Looking down his eyes darted along teh floor, he was in limbo, between deciding whether that was a good, or a bad thing. "Start anew..." he then added, finally realising what Dorian said afterwards.

Looking back up his amber eyes lit up. "Very well... Everything will have to be done all over again..." he then almost tripped on a twig as he used his hand to hold tightly onto Dorian's pale shoulder, he had no problem with holding as tightly as he needed. Clutching his other hand to his chest he reclaimed his footing. "However... passed deeds will be rewritten... i shall have... less enemies. " taking his hand down from his chest he felt something distinctly different, he never remembered his chest have a solid form whilst in his mortal body. "What.." unfolding the robes he looked down to find the Soulstone lodged in his chest, a very slightly, a wispy darkness flowing off it's edges. "What is this, Dorian?" his eyes traced the edges of it, coming to a full jagged circle around it.

Letting Dorian take the initiative for once, Zoltan Maues had no qualms about it. But what caught his attention was the soulstone, having being told what it was embedded in his chest, Zoltan took a deep breath. Even he felt like an apprentice now, that jolt of joy to know that someone... something with more power than you has contacted you. "Lucifial..." he muttered. As Dorian went on to explain the deal, Zoltan agreed "Well done Dorian, you've impressed me with your resourcefulness". As they walked from the trees and following an increasingly darkening path, the world around him succumbed to the shadows. Whilst they carried on through he said "Lord of Betrayal... we've been chosen Dorian, nothing can stop us now! Not with a lord of hell on our side. But only the Underworld? It would seem he doesn't want his brother to come along..." he thought of Dantézan. The other lord of hell who's main forte was destruction. But he was myth amongst the other's these days, all remaining knowledge of him being scirbbles and notes from dead scholars before the Great Voyage.