Mawthrough smiled.
"A lady of danger... I love it."
He spun her away into the crowd, except this time he had a purpose. They danced through them all, to the edge of the crowd, before he took her hand and placing a finger to her lips, he led her away into the forest under the starry skies.

However, their departure had not gone unnoticed, and a friend of her father's had picked up the phone and was yelling into it that someone had taken Chastity into the forest.
Someone that could touch her.
Someone that was definitely NOT an angel.
And her father's immediate response was to place a bounty on the stranger's head so high whoever caught him would never have to work again, and sent every single angelic hopeful soaring through the skies with intent to kill...

Mawthrough led her through the quiet tranquil forest, leading her towards the sound of running water.
Before long, the pair came across a luscious waterfall, gently gushing into an idyllic pond surrounded by trees.
Driven by new, non-predatory instincts he didn't understand but felt wrong to disobey, his eyes met hers and, lost in each other, he took them both fully clothed into the pond, the waterfall splashing them, drenching their clothes but he couldn't find it within himself to care.
"Chastity... your name, it... it entices me..." he whispered, moving his lips to hers.
"Why...do I feel like this...do you... feel the same...?"

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Darkion turned to Kaiden.
"You know, you're not being very fair. I happen to know that if the source of her powers was anywhere, it is very very far from here, in a distant shrine in a dark shadowy mountain known as Diacolicraw, the place where legend states the first shadow was cast. At most, almost a month's travel. Via my zombie express..."
He bowed politely.
"Considering your control over her, she'll pop there, I'll go with her, we bring the power back to you, then we all leave and go our seperate merry ways. Sound fair?"

Zigera shook her head, "I just need to rest my eyes is all.....but thank you for the offer........also......could I have a minute or two of privacy to change?"

Grey's forth match was over, and he was bruised and beaten, yet also victorious. He awaited his last opponent.

He looked at the zombie. 'You are in no position to bargain, corpse. This child will retrieve what I ask of her, and she will do so quickly.' He looked back at the girl, 'Is that understood?'
The symbol on her head turned purple.

Zigera simply put her arms up, and her dress fell from her body. She wore nothing underneath, for that would simply be a discomfort one such as her. Standing in the light of the room, she examined the dress she held in a drawer, and sighed. Had one peeked through the crack of the door, they would be able to see the wall of scars that riddled her back. She had a slender build, so without straps, all of her dresses would simply fall off. She didn't eat much, but due to her biology, she would never starve. Zigera decided to put on her white dress, though her only issue with it was that it exposed her back. But, it was comfortable, so she quietly slipped it on. The upper portion of her back was exposed, revealing years of suffering, her arms left exposed too. She crawled onto her bed, face down, and called out quietly, "Alright, I'm finished, you can come back in miss......"

As Zigera closed her eyes, she was once again, able to see the young man she'd always seen before. The visions had come to her all her life, though as she and the young man grew older, the visions grew sadder. This time, he was in a Coliseum, fighting six opponents. The opponents were blurry to her, but she could make out that they were using fire against him. The young man didn't flinch, he simply fought them. She grew sad at what the young man had become, but understood, because she had seen his loss beforehand. This was one of the reasons she wished to leave someday, to help the being whom she had recieved visions of.

As Zigera continued to watch, she saw the silver haired man fight off the six attackers, with surprising prowess. At the end of it, all six attackers combined their might, and sent a sphere of flame towards him. As it was right about to hit, she opened her eyes, screaming aloud, as she had always done when she was just about to see him die.

In reality, Grey had used the shadows transport behind his attackers at the last moment, and proceeded to pick them off with his handguns.

Zigera held her hands over her eyes, not wanting to shut them again. "Why must I see his suffering?" She asked herself.

Zigera snapped out of her state of mind and looked to Cecil, "Bad vision is all....really bad one....I don't wanna watch it right now, they're hurting him......." Her words were frantic, different than her words before, as she was genuinely concerned about the person in her visions.

Grey, much of his body toasted, had won his five matches for the day, and proceeded off of the field of battle in the Coliseum. Within the medical area of the place, he took several stims, that aided in false regeneration, for people like him, though it was a painful, painful process.

Zigera placed his hands firmly on her forehead, squeezing tightly, "The silver eyed guy......I've watched him grow up.......when I close my eyes.....I can see his life before my eyes....his happiness.......his sorrow.....his suffering.......I hate it when he suffers......and I can't bare to watch it........" She accidentally closed her eyes again, but this time, she saw him resting on a bed, his wounds patched up, "oh thank god.....he's alive........" She fell back against her bed, her arms sprawled out, "I was getting worried again there you know......." She knew they would have no idea what she was talking about. As she sat there, she felt relieved somehow, only, that relief came from a portion of her seal burning away.

Leo got up and left the alley walking along the street untell he found a small bar quieter then the rest of the city. He went inside and sat down at a small table in the corner starring aimlessly out the window wondering what could have made his mother leave just like that or worse what could have happened to her. He pulled out a small sketch book and pen jotting down ideas for new ways to use healing and summoning/conjuring magic better together.

He took the staff from her hands, and starts inspecting it. 'Such a simple thing. Such power.'
Kaiden turned his gaze towards Lilith, 'I have a feeling that you have yet to out live your usefulness.'
A red mist gathered around his hands before coiling around the staff, the mist draining the staff of it's power. After a while, the staff was emptied of it's energy, all of which collected it his palm.
'Kneel.'

Zigera nods, "The visions are as clear as day. As a hobby, I even made some of his custom guns.....as proof that the visions were real." She reached under her bed, and took from it, a black handgun. Next, she deassembled it in front of them. The insides were built to house ammunition ranging from the simple 9 mm, to massive .50 caliber rounds. "You won't find this gun anywhere else, but in his hands. He.....also fights in the Coliseum......I saw some of the guards watching one of his bouts a while back.......I wish he wasn't real......but whenever I close my eyes, I see him.....and I see him suffer......." She put the handgun back together, and threw it to Cecil. "He calls these handguns Vipers, no one has any that are like them. The only thing mine are lacking are his targeting implants. Can't exactly get ahold of those here." Looking to Rein, "I'm not making this up you know........if you want proof......just watch the broadcast from the Coliseum......you'll see him.......and you'll see him suffer......that's why.....when I think of my suffering.......I consider it nothing......in comparison with his.......I was born with nothing..........I've been given little to nothing......he's lost just about everything.......so Cecil.....I understand your loss as well.......and Rein.....although we have just met......I feel as though you may have experienced this loss in the past too.....or will soon......." She laid back on her bed, "Oh yeah, don't tell the priest that I built that gun, he may get a little angry."

Zigera grinned, holding the weapon, "That's the beauty of this gun, the inside chamber is built to enlarge, and collaspe in order to work with different rounds, while maintaining the full power of the ammo, its a beautiful gun, and there are only three in the world. If I ever meet the silver eyed warrior in my visions, I'll show him my replica of his gun, I hope he'll be proud of me." She was showing her more human traits at this time, a rarity for the girl.

He placed his hand on Lilith's head, and the energy began to spiral around her body. It seeped through her flesh, permeated her body, becoming one with her.
When the energy dissipated, the symbol on her forehead had returned to its light yellow.
'You still serve as my herald. Prepare the target area for my arrival. Kill all that would oppose me, but leave the target unharmed. Understood?'

Grey appeared out of nowhere in the streets of Salamencia after patching himself up in the Coliseum. He put away his warp gate device, and walked into a small bar, and sat down at a table in a corner of the establishment, ordering a tall pitcher of ice water, paying for it with a hundred dollar bill. Once he had his drink, he slowly sipped away at it, the veins in his face bulging at this time, his skin pale as a corpses.