Amalia shrugged her shoulders. "How should I know? I'm dragon-kin."

Nijuu giggled hysterically, as Grey tickled her. "I....I can't breathe..." She said between giggles.

Grey grinned, and finally stopped, "I'm sorry, but I just couldn't resist."

Shrike chuckled, "Your soul has to be put in hell for over a year to get it used to the conditions."

Amalia looked over her shoulder and raised her brow. "Just hell?! They don't torture you, try to break or shatter your soul?"

Nijuu smiled warmly, after she caught her breath. "It's comforting to see you smile."

Shrike decided to lie, "Not a single moment of torture, but I was a child."

Grey looked up at her and smiled at her, "Well I have a reason to smile now, besides, any man that doesn't look at your body, and your blushing face would be a moron!" He went and kissed the center of her chest.

Nijuu could feel her heart flutter gently, as Grey kissed her. She wrapped her arms around him, and kissed his forehead softly. "Only you can make me blush the way I do." She whispered.

The expression fell from Amalia's face. "A child?! What kind of sick and twisted person, sends a child to hell?!"

Shrike took his flask out from within his coat, and sipped in a dark, sweet, yet vile smelling liquid, "Its reaper custom, suppose to make the Grimm a cold hearted bastard, preparing them for the position they are going to inherit."

Grey looked up her, his head in the middle of her chest, "You're the only one I'd act like this around too......."

"Well then they might as well leave you out in the elements." Amalia commented.

Nijuu kissed Grey gently. "You're the only one who has made my heart feel like this, and my soul at ease."

Shrike shook his head, "Knights don't die of starvation, so it wouldn't have mattered, the only place to test a knight's soul is in hell, that's how its always been. I intend to make sure I am the last who endures this curse."

Grey placed his head up against her chest, right at where her heart was, "You took the words right out of my mouth....well, I guess its my mind that's at ease.....not my soul....the sound of your beating heart is music to me......and your breasts make wonderful pillows......"

Nijuu's face began to turn red once again. "Oh my...."

Amalia folded her arms. "I know you intended that to be a noble comment of some kind; but I think you're being a little naive." She stated flatly. "You would have better success in riding this place of evil, then you being the last Grimm to go through the trials of hell."

Shrike shook his head, "A grimm can survive forever, as long as he doesn't pass on his power. I'm going to keep it, and no one else will suffer."

Grey continued to look up at her, "I love you so much!"

Nijuu smiled warmly. "I love you too, Grey."

Amalia raised her brow slightly. "Pass on your power? What do you mean?" She asked.

Shrike leaned backwards, "A Grimm passes on his power to the next person designated to be a worthy candidate, however, doing so will kill me."

Nuzzled her chest, "I'm amazed none of the men from your village came around and snagged your heart before me."

Nijuu giggled softly. "They certainly tried." She replied. "But they never really caught my attention like you did."

Amalia unfolded her arms as she tilted her head. "That seems a little heavy handed."

Shrike shrugged, "Its a duty I was handed, and I intend to make sure no one else has to follow this duty."

Grey tilted his head, "What about me caught your attention?"

"No problem."
He kissed his way down her body, and continued the massage, relaxing her muscles until she felt completely at peace.
"Go to sleep, Chastity," he coaxed, his voice like chocolate as he stripped away her resistance.
"I'll be here. You must be tired after today's stress. Go... to sleep..."

Dageroth sat atop a mound of hardened, cooled lava in Velcana, and quietly looked at a stopwatch, "Just a few more days, guess there's nothing that will stop Omega from awakening, this may or may not be good, at the very least, it will be entertaining." As he sat there, several figures rose from the shadows around him, one being Lelonia, one being a massive, black flamed hellhound, another one wore a white suit, over a large, semi muscular body, with a white, metal mask over his face, two eye slits, and finally, lines coming down the side of it as well. The final member of the group was garbed in black cloth, with any skin showing revealed as transparent, orange skin.

The one with the mask spoke aloud, "Well Dageroth, it seems that our progress in Zangeria has further progressed, in a few years, we should be able to stage a coup de grace and claim the land for ourselves."

The hellhound spoke next, "The pack is still growing every year my master, very soon, you shall have an army of invulnerable, proud beast men to lay waste to any who cannot be reasoned with."

Lelonia gave a bow of sorts to Dageroth before speaking, "Several human leaders are lobbying for an expansion of their global authority, which has brought many others onto their path. With their distraction, we can focus on planting an agent into the academy very soon to subvert Marcus, and convert many of the knights training there to our side."

Dageroth placed an arrow tip at the bottom of his chin before speaking, "Glad to hear of your success, but......" He looked to the garbed man, "what news do you have to report?"

The being simply shrugged, "I've absorbed nearly two hundred thousand lives in the past year, the more people I absorb, the more powerful my morphs will become."

Dageroth sighed, "Brute strength can only get you so far, treachery, now that will get you everything."

Miss Elegent Serenity wrote:

Elsa simply sat back in her chair
"Well its rude not to provide refreshments"
She let the two of them talk but listened in to the conversation. Petting the skull which was sitting on her lap. When they drew their sword she just simply sat there petting her skull
"yes, nor does he know how to treat his hosts"
She looked at Effros
"So how do you want to handle this? you said to let you do all the talking, and look where that's gotten you"

'Enough! Shut that bitch up!'
One of the menswung his blade at Elsa, only for it to collide with Effros's own sword, which sheared into on its edge.
His look was stern, yet his eyes dead, devoid of all emotion.
'You think that I'd let you lay a finger on her?'
He launched himself over the table, straight at the men, his massive blade singing through the air as he did.

~~~

Kaiden observed the beings in the volcanic wastes.
'Beings of power, congregating towards a being of far greater power. Confronting such a group as whole would be inadvisable. Patience is, as it has always been, the best tactic for dealing with such creatures.'
His eyes became to glow, and the figures became magnified in his vision. 'Starting with the hellhound.'

AntiHacker wrote:

Shrike shrugged, "Its a duty I was handed, and I intend to make sure no one else has to follow this duty."

Grey tilted his head, "What about me caught your attention?"

Amalia folded her arms. "So you didn't choose this?"

Nijuu giggled softly. "Well, there is you crashing into my house, that definitely caught my attention." She the rested her hand on Grey's face, as she smiled warmly. "But there was this air about you, that just drew me in."

Shrike shook his head, "No Grimm has chosen to be what I am since the first."

Grey pulled the blanket down slightly from Nijuu's back so that the moonlight could reflect off of her back, "I see, well, I guess crashing into your house while mortally wounded was the best thing that ever happened to me.  I can honestly say, I felt my heart pretty much tremble the first time I saw you, if it hadn't been so weak at the time......."  He placed both of his hands on her hips, and massaged the joints with his thumbs, hoping she'd like that.

Revlon turned his head, smelling the air a moment later, before returning his attention to Dageroth. He smelled something off within the air, but the volcanic ash disturbed many of his senses at this time.

"Sounds like a horrible fate to be dropped in your lap." Amalia said, as she unfolded her arms. "I feel like I should apologize to you; but I doubt you'd want to hear that."

Nijuu smiled softly, and closed her eyes, as Grey massaged her hips. "I choose to think it was fate that brought us together." She whispered softly, as she rested her head on Grey's shoulder. "I'm so happy."

Shrike chuckled, "It was my fault anyways, I'm the Grimm now, I can't be letting people push me into a fight that was unnecessary, I should be apologizing to you Amalia."

Grey looked up at her, and replied, "And I am equally happy......for the longest time, I had felt so alone, except for that entity in my head. But with you here now.....I don't have to be alone. With you here, I never want to be alone again." His eyes flickered with a bit of sorrow.

A puzzled expression formed on Amalia's face. "Why?" She asked.

Nijuu placed both of her hands on Grey's face. "You're never going to be alone." She whispered, then kissed Grey passionately. "Not if I have anything to say about it." She added with a warm smile on her face.

Shrike picked up the long rod of a weapon he wielded, and pointed it toward Amalia, "In my anger, had I charged this weapon with the residual souls of the demons around us, and cut you with it, it would have killed you. I have to be careful, very careful........."

Grey kissed her gently, and closed his eyes. His lips stayed pressed against hers for several seconds, a single tear of happiness streaming down his cheek. Two more days from now, and his power would be unleashed, and wasn't about to let himself die when that happened, he had someone to live for now, someone to walk alongside, someone whom loved him, and he loved back.

Amalia shook her head. "If I didn't have scales on my abdomen, it would have." She lifted her shirt slightly, revealing the place where he had struck her. "See, you only disturbed the scales. It's more of a discomfort, it doesn't hurt much." She added.

Nijuu wrapped her arms around Grey, and pulled herself on to his lap, holding him close to her. Though the night air was cold, she felt warm, as long as she was in Grey's arms.

Grey kissed Nijuu on the forehead, and closed his eyes, "You wore me out pretty decently my dear.......I think I'm......gonna rest now.......if that's okay with you........"

Shrike pointed to his cursed staff, "I only hit you with that one, had Morte touched you, and impaled you......I would never be able to forgive myself, its the ultimate crime as a reaper to kill out of sport, or petty conflicts, rather than in self defense."