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Yamishiro suddenly appeared on a railing jutting out from the wall. He sat in his human form and surveyed the wreckage that was strewn over the floor, blood splattered on the walls and limbs scattered everywhere. He lifted his hand from where it had been resting and let the blood that it had become soaked in slowly drip off his fingers before letting his hand fall back to his side. "What a mess..." He said after a moment and slid down onto the floor, his white hair flowing with every movement as he made his way in Laos' direction. He kicked a dismembered head out of his way and let it roll across the room. "Perfection at its greatest." He said coming to a stop a few feet from Laos and crossing his arms to stare into the pits of the underworld.

Yamishiro said nothing to Laos' first question but simply turned his head in his Lord's direction. He knew that Laos would simply continue on with his many elaborate plans finally falling into place and Yamishiro didn't see the urgency in answering idle questions, of course Laos knew this...or he would be an idiot to choose a most trusted ally without knowing the simplest of things about them.
He smirked at his orders. "She is merely human now, it will be easy to manipulate her mind." He said with bold confidence, "Not even the most powerful of demons have resisted my powers, except the great Demon Lord himself." He said as he made his way in the direction of Jadeira's holding chamber. "I'm sure that it'll only take an hour or so to ravage her mind completely..."

Yamishiro's eyes opened unusually wide as Laos flaunted his power over him. Yamishiro may be one of the most powerful demons in and out of the Underworld, but he barely touched on Laos' radar...

"Of course M'lord, that is why you are in charge and I am not." He said with a hint of sincerity. Yamishiro was not one to express any kind of emotion, especially in his human form, the slightest hint showed that he fully grasped the conversation at hand.

Yamishiro slowly moved out of Laos' clutches and turned toward Sibel. "Lead the way." He said coming to a stop in front of her, his voice returning to its normal, collected tone. It was foolish of him to have said these things in front of Laos...all the blood, it awoke the ravenous demon within and more often that not, clouded his mind. He had been foolish and fallen in love with a mortal not too long ago, no matter how short lived the emotion was...In any case, he would have to watch his step until he could regain Laos' confidence again.

sibel tilted her head slightly, and curtsyed once again with a flourish before opening the door. The hallway that stretched before them was black, with only a few jagged windows that resembled gaping mouths full of jagged teeth, they were lined with plushe red velvet curtains. Sconces that lined the hallways burned with a black fire that somehow managed to fill the passage way with an eerie mix of light and shadow, the stench from the oily smoke was strong, and Sibel pulled a hankerchief out of her belt and pressed it over her nose.
"You do not do yourself a favor by angering our lord." She muttered through the cloth. She paused at an oak door engraved with the symbols of dark magic. There was no doorknob, but it swung open without hesitation with a wave of her hand. Inside, two burly gaurds crossed their weapons right in their path. With an angry hiss she blasted them apart, it was the worst punishment she could give to a spirit, the fragments of each ones spirit would never be whole.
Ahead of them was the tear, reality smoothly shifted from bloodstained citadel to breezy countryside.
"Go through, I have a few spells to neutralize then I'll follow you."
(Faith will obviously play Jadira, she should be on in the morning.)

The rough shackles that held Jadira prisoner bit into the soft flesh on her wrists. She could plainly hear the footsteps approaching, but chose instead to study the dirty blue garment she wore with renewed vigor that to openly gaze at the faces of her captors. This visit would be painful, she knew right off. If this man was here, than so was Sibel, and her visits were always painful.

Her eyes were bloodshot from the lack of sleep, you couldn't even begin to imagine the torment of being hung up like a rag doll until you actually experienced it. She moaned with longing for the soft feel of her bed back at the palace, the luxury, and interesting people she had always been free to enjoy but mostly took for granted. She missed her horse, and she missed well...everything...
The spirit that held silent vigil over her day and night, took a step back, her shimmering form blended with the shadows of an oak.
She finally glanced up, and saw one of Laos's men approaching, He was high ranking if she remmembered correctly. Her head lolled with unexpected dizziness, her body was broken in many places, and every wound she recieved bled freely albeit sluggishly.

"Do you come to free me Demon?" She spat.
A hard slap across her face was her punishment, the spirit had emerged to deal punishment out to an unruly charge before it meekly retreated once again. She tasted blood, and spat it out at the demon's feet. Her split lip throbbed but she forced it out of her mind, and shakily raised her head to stare moodily into his eyes. In the distance she could see Sibel stepping through the portal. A cold shiver ran up her spine, at the thought of the pain she would soon be forced to endure, she wouldn't give them the satisfaction of her screams, she vainly promised herself as she had done each time before.

Arkayid knelt in front of Laos. "As you commanded, my Lord, I have come to report. Domachi has been completely annhiliated. Except for a few standing structures that bare witness to the atrocity commited in your name, it is complete. Unfortunately, I was unable to arrive in time to kill Lady Yamichi, and as I pursued them, I realized that my strength was not enough. The gaurds would've destroyed me as I destroyed Domachi. I am sorry that I failed you my Lord." He reported.