Three knives flew together in union, being charged up by the energy of The Serpent and once they penetrated the skin of the Abyss officer they exploded, the soldier being knocked back from the sudden blast as the smell of blood now hung in the air. The officer fell to his death as Maricul slit another Abyss warrior's throat with knives she had in her other hand. She was here not to kill Abyss but to hunt down the woman that had escaped her might twice now. The Abyss just got in the way. Maricul now traveled alongside the servant who desired both immortality and to please her Mistress.
Maricul was tracking the scent of The Blind Assassin. For some reason it was leading her right back to where her investigation began, The City of the Dead. And the best way to get there was through The Dead Lands sadly. They now stood at the scene of where Maricul and The Blind Assassin first met. Bad memories filled Maricul's mind at this place as her desire to gut that bitch grew more and more with each step she took. The knives still in hand in case anything else wanted to be sliced to bits this fine evening.
"The City of the Dead. Why would she go there? Witch, make yourself useful and sweep out the surrounding area. Make sure there aren't any unpleasant surprises on our path. Preferably annoying landmines."
The abyss soldier that opposed the dark witch saw his sword fly from his hand by a simple disarming spell. To follow up the abyss soldier's limbs were severed rendering him defenseless as she swung her arm around, slashes cutting through the soldier as if an invisible sword has been drawn. The man fell to the ground as a puddle of blood grew underneath his corpse. Lamia's attention turned back to her Mistress who had already successfully dispatched the other abyss soldiers that had them surrounded. A sinking feeling inside the pit of her stomach told the dark witch that this wouldn't be the end of it.
That would be her only reply to the order as she began to tap into the surrounding area through use of her dark magic. Nothing came up on the radar screen as the area was cleaned of any booby traps that could give them a hard time. As a precaution Lamia kept her connection with the earth open so she could detect anything that may approach them from the distance.
"The area is clear, Mistress. I suggest we get moving before more abyss are lured by the blood of their brethren."
The Abyss blood in the area began to move, being absorbed and strengthening The Seductress as she looked out to the horizon.
"My children wouldn't. Genocide would paint me a masterpiece with their corpses, Tormentor would've given me a sonata with their screams, Grim would've given them all a heart attack and Genius would make their head explode with her tactics. You have so much to learn, child."
Maricul moved forward, now that there were no traps to dispose of she could simply move onward without delay.
now how the hell did he wind up here? Gangrel slowly turned. The land seemed... dead. Probably had some immensely unimaginative name like "The Dead Lands". Most likely, a lot of this world seemed unimaginative to Gangrel, but he couldn't blame the people for this, The residents of this world seemed remarkably single-minded and even when fighting a foe as powerful and terrifying as the abyss they seemed so stale, like this was routine... Even that silver haired guy with the gun didn't seem to be paying attention. That lack of awareness had begun to infect Gangrel and now he's stuck in some barren waste in the middle of nowhere full of that abyss fodder among other things.
"most notably..." Was he talking to himself? He had to be. He called out to who he saw though, two humanoid forms, they looked unfamiliar but not necessarily hostile. Gangrel found himself not really in the mood to slaughter anything, and curiosity held sway more than anything else. "YOU THERE! WHAT HO!" Gangrel slowly moved into view of the two women, his scythes remaining still as he slowly drifted towards them.
"Of course not, Mistress I merely thought that you would want to reserve your strength for the blind assassin."
Lamia was slowly starting to get frustrated but she kept it to herself, and those thoughts were pulled away when she felt something closing in on their position.
"Mistress, something is coming this way."
Just moments after that statement the creature called out to them. She could see it coming now, positioning herself in front of Maricul while keeping track of the creature movements, no form of hostilities would go unnoticed.
The Seductress was already aware, catching the familiar scent of the demon she first smelled back on the battlefield in Jerico. Who would've thought they run into it here. It made Maricul wondered if that male it was with was nearby as well.
"Yes I know. You forget I don't need to tap into the earth to know when something is coming."
Maricul didn't draw her weapons, instead she stepped pass her servant making sure Lamia knew that her place now was behind her Mistress while eyes of brown hue looked out to the limbless creature that approached them. It was time for introductions.
"I am the Spider Queen of Jherra, the right hand of The Crimson Army. Who is it that stands before me?"
Stands? Gangrel wobbled a little, withholding a chortle, he was in the presence of royalty, though regal baring means nothing compared to a servant of god. "I am Gangrel, strongest of the Scythes of Charnel, the god of slaughter. Mistress of the Crimson Army, what brings you to this... sparse plain?" Gangrel was unsure if he was referring to the dead lands themselves or this whole misbegotten realm.
Gangrel kept his distance, hovering slowly on the spot, he didn't want to offend these two, he might have seen them as aggressive and he didn't want any trouble from them...
Lamia took her place behind the Queen. Her eyes now examined the demon in front of them. It was a strange looking creature but the dark witch knew that despite it's strange outer shell it could be a serious threat if a fight was to break out. For now it seems they were just exchanging words so Lamia would be silent.
Maricul heard the demon's speak and then she made her reply:
"I am searching for someone. A warrior who comes from the same continent as myself. I do not know her name but she is clad in bright red, wields a holy Katana powerful enough to destroy familiars with ease and bandages over her eyes. A Blind Assassin. Have you seen anyone fitting this description?"
Any information on her what she's been doing would be better then following her blindly into The City of the Dead.
"I have not... All I've found are Abyss stragglers, patrols, and a painful indifference which hangs in the air of this whole blasted world." Gangrel maintained his cool, he drew a breath into lungs he didn't have and sighed softly. "Forgive me, highness. I have not seen one matching your description, I wish you well in your hunt, though. Seeing as how I have lost my... Associate. May I accompany you?" Not like the Scythe had anything better to do... And there was safety in packs.
Maricul thought back to the battle. Remembering the handsome silver haired man that fought alongside the Ajerian. He acted familiar with her but she herself has never seen him before. Maricul would have remembered if she has. Shame they didn't have more time to connect.
"Ah yes, I remember now. He was easy on the eyes. One would think he'd keep you around. It takes a special kind of someone to hold their own with Amon in any situation. Very well you may come along."
Maricul continued forward trusting both Lamia and Gangrel would follow.
"I trust you're familiar with this area, Gangrel?"
Gangrel floated, he gave a soft chuckle, not the giddy release he gave out when killing but a low, confident, calm laugh. "I'm not a threat to you or your queen, unless I so choose to be. Fear not, for I am restrained." Gangrel turned his body, eyeless pits focusing on Maricul, his face still pulled into that jack-o-lantern smile of his as he spoke.
"forgive me but I am alien to this very world, and only some wandering has gotten me this far. This world is foreign and bare, forgive my ignorance of this place." Gangrel hovered slightly closer to the two women, moving slowly but gaining ground on them with each second. He meant them no harm yet beginnings were always delicate times.
Maricul turned to face Lamia and then Gangrel before looking back to the path ahead.
What is he going to do bleed on me?
Those words were heard only in the void of Lamia's mind as Maricul continued to walk. She was a tad bit disappointed but not at all surprised by the demon's response. It seems he was only good for what Maricul had expected, killing things. It was all she needed. Something to help create a wonderful slaughter when needed.
"Your ignorance is forgiven. I plan to set up a camp here very soon. I'd rather have a nice big mansion in Yesabelle but a place here would serve most beneficial."