The demonic sorceress worked about the grounds, Training and dispatching the protectorate males to do what they needed to do. Valorous was on mission so her orders ruled. There was the job of cleaning up places, rebuilding as well as keeping the peace and doing anything that filtered from the Princess and Prince. She might be in a world of Deep shit with the princess that didn't mean the woman didn't have a healthy respect just not a fear of her.

As she worked lately something was off so she'd opened portals and set a chain of mirrors throught the island. It wasn't hard with her ability to vanish and come and go with just a thought. Mirrors that reflected what had been going on about her. Something was wrong. She'd felt it for a while, a change was coming.

A mirror had fractured outside of drybrush one day and her head had whipped around damn near as a trainee got in a lucky kick from her distraction. She went sprawling and came back up fighting. Her left side of her face now a red beacon of her distraction and his left leg would be held in an unhuman hold as she unleashed her own actual physical strength. His scream of pain as she'd swept his leg and lept on him and jerked his legs back at an inhuman angle showed her anger.

"A reward for catching an opponent while their distracted. A penalty for not expecting the opponent to respond with violence to an attack. Expect the unexpected. Anything less and you will die, am I understood? Perin, this is the only warning I give. Don't make me repeat it." She murmured softly and released him.

Did she always stay at the camp, not bloody likely. She vanished on whim when she wasn't on shift setting up her demonic mirrors that reflected to her things going on. She prefered her own way over the spies that filtered in and for a few coins would inform them of things going on. A ring of people trying to bring in drugs other then Princess's. They never got off the dock before the protectorate swept in, arrested them all and their boat sunk.

Drybrush wasn't a place she was supposed to be but sometimes work brought her there, she checked on her daughter and always left. Careful to mask her presence for Zalika's sake, she didn't care work was work. Otherwise she'd have come in and didn't care who came on her track.

On one of those occasions, sure she'd read the rumor paper and shook her head. A few of the lesser protectorate dared to ask about it and she looked at them and requested a training to see how they were coming. What they dealt with was not even slightly portrayed in the article. A woman that was always in control, one way or another. And the Medic wasn't happy with her that day either.

"Don't always believe what is said and done, papers are there to get news out, spread drama and get money. Anything more is hapenstance."

It was a night in december that she'd felt another mirror break and this one had set her almost in a panic. She was on assignment on a small island off the continent when it broke. An image flittered in her mind, it always did when something passed a mirror that wasn't right. Zalika had fled. Something was wrong, the image she saw was as if someone in modern day had captured in still shot. A girl running as if hell was on her tail, her apperance damn near feral and in her hand was those damn papers. This one calling out her , and painting ameerah bad. Perhaps she ought to visit the lil drama starter after all and filet him like a fish.

Her eyes flared and she activated the charm she buried in Zalika's bracelet to track her. "Damn it." She snarled she couldn't concentrate as they entered a building that had a very demonic presence on it. They were harvesting humans to bare half breeds here. It had been purely accident they'd come across it. Normally it wouldn't have even come up on radar the problem was , one of the protectorate had gone missing, a woman that had almost the time she had in the protectorate.

"Find Morgan, any woman that is captured, free them but don't let them leave the island. The wardens and keepers here, bring them to me." She walked in and pulled the hell bound demonic sword. Blood red hair flared about her and black ribbons laced up her arms and hands. They glowed with some unusual essence.

She walked into the building and started the round up. As they got in, they were ambushed by some of the harvested halfbreed children. "Don't kill them, cage them. They are children, children have a chance to overcome. The adults, aren't so fortunate." She'd fix them later but more so she'd make sure that hell knew damn well what was going on that some rogue demons were up to and the influx of half breed demons was rising on the aleris land.

Spreading out like a wild fire the group of protectorate she'd brought with her surrounded, suprised and ambushed the keepers of the dem of harvesters. Caging them. The women fearful were put in a room seperated from the fighting but knew they were more or less getting rescued at this point. The children, the young ones clung to legs and hugged on begging not to be left, they were scared. She sighed and hated that honestly she did. One child around the age of four with soft blue eyes and angelic white blond hair. "Don't cry anymore, it'll be alright. Please gather the others and lead them outside and play quietly. We're here to stop the bad guys from hurting people." She was speaking to the child but there was a teenager of the half breeds besides the little one watching on warily.

The older one stepped out and took the little one's hand and lead it away. She'd have a lot of clean up and paper work to do with this. She sighed and rose back up and went back to work. A keeper charged her and gripped her hair trying to snap her head back. "Well now that I have your attention. You will show me to whom is in charge, or I will burn this building down about your asses." She smiled sweetly, fire flared within her chocolate brown eyes.

Laughter resonated. "No I think not, you're a woman. You'll make a lovely addition and all your little boys you brought here will be dead before that. " Large wings extended and the woman didn't even seem impressed. Skin blotched and the man's demonic form loomed over her 8 feet tall with a 12 ft wing span. Impressive, she'd seen better and bigger. To which she didn't even do more then smile more.

Soft laughter resonated Discord's lips. "I wonder when was the last time you've seen hell? Ever been to the seven circle of it? I'm guessing you stayed only on the sixth where all you do is fuck. I doubt you've even seen the heads of hell. Let me tell you, in the grand scheme of hell and demons, you're a insect dear boy. Now, want to do as I say or should I introduce you to a member of the prince of hell's companions?"

Was she bluffing, perhaps. Was it likely she had that sway with things, hell no. But deals were always made and sometimes she showed a little too much like her recreator's personality. Deals were games in the grand scheme. However it put fear in the mans eyes. "Neither have you woman." He snarled.

"Actually no, I do know the prince I assure you and that makes me the bigger demon here. Want to dance with death, I'm getting antsy. Show the way or return to hell, your choice." There was no lie uttered in the words. Demons knew lies and when you were faced with truth it sometimes spread like fire and made people nervous. Her demonic blade resonated and started syphoning the male demon's life little by little. "Ooops i forgot to mention that... The blade is from hell dear.. it draws and feeds off other demons. Might want to hurry and lead the way so it can have a good snack and not just from you."

Bitch with a smile, it worked well with her temper. She was unbalanced , Zalika was out of her range and this was taking too long. A loud shrill whistle parted her lips and a roar filled the building. The second group she'd brought to the island charged into the building, soon the clang of weapons started filling the air.

"The sounds you hear now, is your death. A choice is required, I've grown inpatient so it's now taken out of your hands." Fire burned brighter in her eyes. "Israfeli eos aro moroz Demo isic eaos arun." She spoke the demonic words whispered, spread and the demon's eyes flared. "What's the matter, not liking being exorcised? "The blade lifted and she severed his head and cut out his heart. She was impatient, she'd given her little speals and talks, now she was just plain in a bad mood. Games were fun but they grew boring fast , that's where her nature took over.

The orders spread, aggressive children were to be caged, older demons were to be brought to the Captain, women were to be escorted to a save place, babies had no business being in the building so were to be escorted from the building. She was a firm believer babies had no business in a battle field. And this was infact a battle field. The demons that were here totaled in the high 50's not that it was an issue, but still it was stupid how this many rogue demons were on the loose. She wondered what the hell was going on, or perhaps it was because she was in a bad mood.

She was here not where she wanted to be which was finding Lika. She'd boarded a ship, that was the last mental picture she'd gotten. To top it off as she entered a room where Morgan was tied she found the woman chained down, it was damn apparent they demons were working on impregnating the protectorate and from the marks it'd say she put up one hell of a fight before they knocked her out. The gash on her head was serious and that bothered the tiny demon as she walked over to her and placed a hand on her head.

Soft words of healing and restoration as well as piercing the veil of her memories. Discord watched the events through Morgan's eyes and what she saw infuriated her more. Her red hair seemed to gleam like blood in fire, her brown eyes flared darkly growing all but black. Lips turned white and nails extended. The woman had endured enough and her wound was serious. It was doubtful without aid, she'd ever have woken up. It had been deliberate, an unconcious breeder, was sickening.

A cluck of her tongue as another two members of the protectorate walked in gathering their fallen comrade and exiting the room. "Put her on the boat, have the medic with her. Now we have reason to do what we do best." She walked from the room her eyes black on black as she walked through the halls using Morgan's memories to where the main hive of the demons were. Along the way she sent her fellow protectorate to rooms where morgan's memory showed women held were. There were no more children in the darker bowls of the structure. No they were the first string which mean, they were cannon fodder.

Demons snarled at her as she passed. They let her walk into their grounds, she was the walking dead to them, they were blood stains to her. Those that touched or grabbed at her, she removed their heads. Humans showed their heads. Their human compatriots attacked her and with little mercy the woman started cutting off their heads as well. Six other men of the protectorate flanked the woman as they entered the darkest part of the building. The basement recked of death and sex. Blood and piss, it was scents that did little to phase her or the others.

A silken angel wing feather fell on her shoulder. Aidan sent her a message, she caressed her cheek to it. It was her response. She knew but was otherwise engaged. The bloodied feather vanished and would return to it's own propelled by fire, the tips singed.

Entering the abyss of the building she stood at the top of the stares flanked by the protectorate. "The building is taken, the center for stupid demons has hereby closed. So are you coming peacefully, or will you be going to hell in a handbasket."

Demons surged forward, 40 to 6. Nice odds however by then the hallway leading here had been filled with protectorate. Even numbers though the demons weren't that quick as she was. She laughed and with leap into the air she flipped off the stairs and landed in the center of the room creating a small crater under her feet. "I'm done talking, and there are no escapes."

Her sword raised and the call of the protectorate rose as they charged in, weapons unsheathed. there were no prisoners taken and wouldn't be until only one was left standing. Weapons clang, tempers flared, fire and hellish creatures unleashed and one by one they fell to swords as the men fought the way down the stairs. She stood in the center of the room. Her eyes on the leader and she took small pleasure in dispatching one demon after another before his eyes.

A female demoness charged Discord and made it to Delaney's side, raking her with claws that tore her top and bared flesh and blood and bone. Discord remaned standing as she spun placing a round house kick to the woman's head dropping her down. One of the sai's she packed in her boots were pulled and the demoness was impaled through the throat pinning her down as discord turned her gaze off the demon fighting to free herself to the leader. "Hurts when your children die before your eyes, don't it."

Demonic claws extended from her hand and she tore the demon woman's heart out and rose with it walking for the demon. It would be dropped at his feet, "Weren't expecting that now were you?"

Battle raged as she glared up at the leader that up til now hadn't bothered doing a damn thing. "No , but you weren't expecting this either." The dias where she and the demon suddenly crumbled dropping them into a dark pit 70 meters under the basement. A fitting trap. She had no way out for the moment and it was now her, and him, the protectorate were busy with the remaining demons topside in the basement.

The fall might have killed her were she not always like a cat and landed on her feet. "Were you hoping the fall would break me?" She inquired as she stood with the demonic blade in hand. Her eyes watching the demon as he moved to circle and in return she circled him. There would be no going at her back. "It was a hope." Her laugh resonated dry and brittle almost hollow sounding. "There is no hope." A demonic tail lashed out for her leg, to which she leapt it and jumped back.

Another game of who can keep standing, the second someone went down, there was no getting back up. He kept swinging at her with his tail to take her down, she dodged and evaded. He wouldn't come near her blade, she could see that with the way it kept regarding it. "Hell isn't going to be impressed with you. I seriously doubt there will be another escape for you."

"Sure there will be, if I take you with me. Hell I might even show you where the remains of your creator are." To which a single eyebrow lofted and a smile etched her lips. "Oh please do, I miss him so." Again the tail another jump and turn as she brought the sword down on the end of the tail. Missing it except a vicious slash that the demonic blade fed deeply making the ground splatter with it's blood.

First blood to Discord as she warily circled as he roared with anger and lashed for her head and this time she simply raised her hand and black flame coiled about the tail burning and frying flesh that fell to the ground. "Are you done playing with me? What you think you know about me, is just a shadow. The same with everyone else in my life. They see only shadows, no one sees me as I really am."

Shouts echo'd down the tunnel from the basement. The protectorate cry, the battle top side was done. "It sounds like my team won this round. Were you coming with me peacefully or were you going to find an escape about now and hope we never cross paths again." She inquired as she dropped into the splits to evade his tail and wing lashing out at her. Fire scorched them both as she raised her hand blasting both again with black flames, her other hand gripped the blade that she was oddly keeping from touching him again. It was hungering, she felt the demand for death from the blade in her hand.

"Neither, we're going on a trip." She lofted an eyebrow. "I highly doubt thaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa." The floor gave away again from under her dropping them into a void that spiraled downward. She slashed at him now with the blade as they fell. He laughed as his wings extended always keeping him just out of her range but he was falling under at her.

Hell burst around them as the void tore open , the scent, the screams. She shuddered, she'd never actually been past the chamber she'd been summoned to within the hold of lucifer and again at stativare's. This place almost scared the hell out of her. As their fall started to bring them down the demon laughed. "Now you die from the fall."

"What you think you know, is just skin deep. " Discord murmured as she wispered something and from her back blurring from skin formed wings, black feathered angel wings. She landed atop the demon and the blade impaled him through the heart. "This trip is going to cost you and cost you big."

"You can call me angel, but I'm not yours. Make no mistake, stupid. I'm not even Slightly finished with you."

Chains fastened the demon down where he had fallen. Her blade still in his heart feeding from him. She staked him out with her sai's impaling his wrists. "Should I wrap a bladed whip around your neck and make you crawl like a bleeding dog towards the rules of hell so they can find out what you did.. or do I bring an end to it here." Her black on black eyes, the flaming red hair that seemed with a life of it's own to blow around her as if she stood in wind. Black feathered wings along her back. Her heeled boot ground on his nuts the other firmly on the ground. One hand on the sword, there was no softness and there was no hope.

"End it."

"Denied."