Mawthrough smiled.
"Thank you my love."
A ray of sunlight hit the bed.
"Now then, I suppose we better get up if we wish to devise our rendezvous later, shouldn't we?"

Darkion merely gave a laugh.
"You have no idea, either of you. For a start, I never underestimate anything. I understand how powerful Lilith is. From there, I understand how powerful he is in order to enslave her. From there, I can gauge the difference between our levels of power. And from THERE..."
He let a cold smile tickle the corners of his mouth.
"I can pretty much formulate various plans from there. Already, about nine methods of unorthodox, unexpected and flat out ridiculous attack schemes have already fully formed, using the resources I have available. You must remember, unlike most conventional generals or tacticians, losing men is not exactly a concern of mine. Not to mention, he has showed some of the cards in his hand to me already. And practically none of mine have even left the deck."
He pinched it's cheek.
"And get it right, say it with me OK? YOU are MY failure, ok champ? Good boy. Now get your homework done and be in bed by nine, and maybe I'll come read you a bedtime story."
He patted it's mangled head.
"Good boy? Good boy."

He turned back to Dean. "Of course, I don't plan on fighting him per se. Think of it more as having a good reason to go in unafraid."
He paused.
"Actually, I do that anyway. Of course, there is the alternate option of you stopping your currently lily-livered ways and in fact growing a pair..."
He cocked his head.
"The alternative of course being that you'll just end up getting in my way later. But that's your loss."

Zigera saw the undead creatures, feeling as though they were going to clash, and a grin appeared on her face. She slowly approached them, masking Oblivion's power. Her brother could wait for a day, she was interesting in how this would play out. With a cloak covering her entire body, she walked towards them.

Spectre spoke aloud, "A pissing match between undead, how funny, but also how pointless." He seemed to spin what appeared to be an arrow in his hand, the only issue, was there was no arrow in sight.

The invisible arrow spun on its own, "One of my tools for a quick assassination, these arrows of mine take hours to make, and those are just the normal ones, this one will take five days, but I've working on it for three."

Zigera stopped near the group, and tilted her head from under the cloak. She smelled dead flesh, and then, looked to Lilith, who's scent was nearly identical to Rein's. She rose up her arm, as a gun of sorts began to materialize in it.

Spectre used his free hand to point toward Grey, "I'm staying as far away from that one, as I can for now, he's used to the entity, but still volatile......." Then he pointed to Zigera, "And her, well, she's good for entertainment, but could also end up just about blowing this entire place up if she isn't careful, should be fun to watch."

Zigera's gun continued to materialize, as purple energy seeped from her eyes, "Insanity would be a blessing......." She said calmly.

Mawthrough rolled his eyes and poked her butt again.
"Fine... 15 more minutes, but you have to spend at least 8 of them doing that thing with your mouth that I swear to God you saw on an adult video, because no-one I've ever been with has done it as good as THAT..."

Darkion raised a second eyebrow to join the first.
"This... just got interesting. Alright, who wants popcorn?"

"So what's your deal with entities then?" Jim asked, head cocked.

Spectre grinned, "I've manipulated Genesis and Oblivion for as long as they have existed, and I've kept Omega sleeping for as long as possible. I'm their.....shepherd.....of sorts.........its a pleasant job at times, and at others, I've witnessed quite a few extinction events due to them."

Zigera smelled Lilith, "Shadow, not blood, you aren't her." She lowered her weapon, "Couldn't kill you with my abilities, only Genesis could........." The gun fully materialized, taking the apperance of a massive, five barreled hand cannon. The gun dropped to the ground, as she held her head with both hands, before the purple energy vanished from her eyes, Woozily, she grabbed the handgun again, and holstered it on her back. "Sorry bout' that, Bliv tends to get a little trigger happy when strong people are about."

Mawthrough seemed frozen on the bed, his eyes fixed on something only he could see.
"Chastity," he said, softly, sounding very far away, "I will allow you to stay in this bed for the rest of your life if you do that again. I will wait on you hand and foot, I will fight armies every day... just do. That. Again."

Zigera's voice was one of hate, "The one who helped this thing inside me get loose. You and her smell alike, but she smells more of blood than you do. You just smell like a dog on a leash."

Mawthrough let the implications of that run through his brain for a moment.
"..."
Then he was fully dressed and bouncing around impatiently at the door for Chastity to get dressed.
"LET'S GO LET'S GO LET'S GO LET'S GO LET'S GO COME ON COME ON COME ON COME ON COME ON!!!!"

Darkion's eyes widened, and he snapped his fingers around his face.
"...Oh no she didn't. OH NO SHE DIDN'T. OH SNAP, SHE DID!"

Jim raised an eyebrow.
"And why would you be manipulating 'em then? Yea, left to their own devices they would be disastrous, but no offence, you seem like the bastardly type..."

Zigera didn't show a sign of fear, just a slight smirk, "You can't change the smell of your soul, demons, they're always on someone's leash, you just smell like a dog on a leash.  Can't change that.  If you choose to fight me, I can't kill you, but I can wound you, in ways you couldn't imagine.  I don't take back words, I owe no one in this world kindness, only truth."

Grey saw the confrontation from across the way, and simply watched.

Spectre chuckled, "Oh, this is gonna be funny." Looking to the man whom was speaking to him, the being simply laughed, "And that's a problem, why? I shepherd them, but to my devices, to what I want them to do. They kill who I want them to kill, plain and simple. What kind of fool would throw away the opportunity to use such powerful forces as his own personal hitmen, his own annihilators."

Zigera chuckled, "Funny, the more pain you inflict, the stronger I get, not a recommended action, not a recommended action indeed." She smelled the air, and spoke again, "You don't smell like a dog, no, you smell more like rabid wolf, still, there's a leash." Looking to Darkion, she spoke again, after smelling the air, "Your scent, it is a rotting one, but not one that smells of pure corruption. Feels like a plague, something that can't help but spread and cause misery, though yours scent is a bit more controlled." Looking up toward Drake, she spoke again, only taking a small whiff of the air, "Fear, fear is what seeps from your scent, but your will smells strong too. Strange, both usually don't coincide." A rare gift she was born with, was the ability to read someone's aura with but a few whiffs of their scent.

Grey began to combine Genesis' energies with the area's shadows at this time, preparing for any upcoming inconveniences.

Mawthrough practically dragged Chastity out of the room. Then he stopped.
"OK, before we go any further, I have to ask you something. Will you love me no matter what?"

Darkion couldn't resist a smirk.
"The urge to pass wind to see if that wrecks your nose is overwhelming."

"Oh, I dunno."
Jim Slim Badabim's eyes were suddenly burning with a fierce intensity.
"Perhaps an individual that's been on the receiving end. And wouldn't wish that kind of torment on anyone. Because that's kind of a horrible, horrible thing to do. And forgive me for the comments, sir, but I find myself kinda wishing to thump the crap out of you."

Revan comes back with the 5000 gold in the sack that Gerald promises and he sees Rein still holding Cecil
"hmm maybe he is dead thought that he wold at least be awake by now" he says taking a seat on a rock