Kaz was walking though the streets enjoying more of the day as he waited to speak to the rune knights. The crowds were more scarce than normal. The occasional local walked by and bobbed in and out of shops.

The enticing smell of warm baked bread wafted through the air. He could almost taste it on his tongue as he turned his nose higher in the air and smelled it. The aroma came from an un-discernible place around him. His hunt for the scent was stopped by the sight of two men fidgeting at the corner of an ally. The wind mage's eyes narrowed at them from a distance. The men didn't notice him. They looked left and right before backing down the alley.

Kaz followed them with a sigh. He had hoped for a peaceful day. peeking around the corner the two men were already jumping another man. Kaz shook his head and walked towards them. "Hey! Do we really have to do this?" He kept walking towards them and the two were ready for a fight. Kaz ducked beneath one punch using his superior speed and shoved the man into a nearby wall.

The other took of in a sprint toward the other exit. Kaz gave chase. As he ran the scent of the warm bread returned and intensified. Now it was accented by a sugary sweetness.

The thug rammed into a wooden support beam on his way around the corner. The beam collapsed into another. Kaz gathered wind to cast a spell at the man but the screams of civilians froze his hands.

He dashed forward as the beam began to collapse and threatened the sweet shop. He pushed his back against it to keep it in place. "Phew," he breathed a sigh of relief and wiped his hand across his forehead.

"Nope," he said,hastily thrusting his hand forward to catch another weakened beam before it came down.

"Come on!" He kicked his foot out to prop up yet another beam from coming down. The building was held together by outdated beams and was just waiting for something to trigger a disaster. Now the wind mage stood with his limbs sprawled out to prevent the collapse of the sweet shop as he eyed the breakfast croissant withing surrounded by donuts.

A slender hand gently turned a metal spoon stirring the confines of a porcelain cup. The smell of coffee filled the small sweet shop as a young woman sat at a table by herself. She sat with a dainty leg crossed over the other, dressed in a black and red gothic lolita style of dress. The woman, who appeared quite young perhaps in her early teens, fourteen maybe fifteen, was seated on her own, leaning against the table with her left elbow. Her right hand gently stirred the spoon in the drink she had ordered as the sweet smell of butterscotch assaulted her petite nose. The black-haired beauty lifted the spoon from its confines and sat it down on a nearby napkin, before coiling her fingers around the tiny handle. Lifting the cup up to her supple pink lips the Lolita took a sip.

Lowering the cup a soft sigh escaped as her crimson eyes stared deep into the golden liquid within. On the top, the foam of the frothed milk floated as the lolita licked her lips enjoying the taste of the drink. It was a relatively quiet this morning for the little lolita, Yumi her name was. Deciding to enjoy the quiet Yumi had decided to partake in the festivities of Era. Particularly the daemon had decided to indulge in a particular indulgence of hers. She had a heavy sweet tooth and it had been some years since Yumi had been able to freely enjoy the treats of Earthland, having been stuck in the Abyss for the past two years.

One such indulgence sat before her, a butterscotch latte. Yumi wasn't one for coffee, but the sweet taste of butterscotch was too enticing for her to resist trying. To her surprise, the taste had been pleasant for the lolita. As for the treats in this old outdated looking sweet shop, there was a wide variety, each handmade by the shop's owners. Currently, Yumi was one of the few customers, most simply walked in, bought what they wanted and left. However, Yumi was in no rush and wished to simply enjoy herself. Though the reason people were walking in and quickly leaving might have had to do with the fact the Lolita had a large battleaxe resting beside her. Said axe happened to be as tall as she was.

"While quiet it is somewhat boring." Yumi mused silently as she drank her drink while waiting on her order of freshly baked sweetbreads. Yumi had ordered three dozen cream and jam rolls. The order wasn't standard, forcing the daemon to wait while the owners prepared her food. However, it soon seemed Yumi's quiet day would be thrown out the window. Mainly the sound of screams drew Yumi from her quiet thoughts.

"I do believe I have yet to kill anyone today. Or have I been discovered?" Mused the demon as she stood up collecting her axe and tossing it onto her back. Walking out of the small sweet shop, Yumi was greeted to a most peculiar sight. An indigo haired hour trying to hold up a series of support beams to prevent the sweet shop from collapsing.

"Is this perhaps some sideshow?" Questioned the lolita, her voice was sweet and tender to the ears, one could even call it heavenly. But Yumi was anything but heavenly, she was a temptress of the demonic kind.

As he strained to hold up the beams he heard a voice as sweet as the desserts around him. He would almost call it heavenly if he had not seen such wrath and scourge from the realms of angels.

There was a young looking girl that had stepped outside to see what the commotion was about. Kaz took a deep breath as the last thug ran off in the distance. They disappeared behind a corner and were no longer a target easily chased down.

His muscles pushed against the heavy supports. Strength was never his strong point but he still managed to hold his own well enough...for now.

"Nope...ugh...no side show at all," he groaned as he shifted his position to get better footing on the leg he had planted on the ground.

The beams held up a weakened part of the shops wall and the overhanging balcony. If they went down, it threatened to collapse in on parts of the shop inside and the products.

"I'm just trying to keep this building together but this isn't really my usual. Uhm...if you could evacuate the building miss or find someone to help push these things back up...they are getting a little heavy."

He didn't know who this person was but she was interesting. Any normal citizen would be in somewhat of a panic right now but they remained calm. The black and red dress that she wore was also not the calmest color combo. She may turn out to be someone to keep his eye on. Especially with those crimson eyes. But so far she was just a sweet sounding girl.

It was times like this that Kaz wished he had a less destructively focused magic but all he was good at was an offensive barrage. Something that didn't help with things like this. He was fast but getting to the beams quick enough did little without the power to move them back.

he waited for the girls response. Whatever her reaction would definitely give him a better idea of what kind of person she was. It seemed these days it was hard to encounter anyone normal.

Kaz let out a small sigh as the woman snorted at his predicament. He didn't know who she was but it certainly wasn't someone fueled by a need to help others out of kindness.

The woman reached behind her back and pulled out a terribly dangerous looking axe. One that was as big if not a little bigger than she was. She handled it with ease and it told the wind mage he wasn't dealing with just any regular person.

preparing himself for a potential attack, A breeze blew though the alley and around the two of them. The wind gathered more at the feet of the wind mage. His eyes locked on her.

The wind subsided as he gave a relieved sigh hearing her love of sweets. "Well at least we both want to save the shop," the wind dissipated as the woman held the axe ready and bashed at the beams like it was a hammer. His leg was free from the weight of the beam as she knocked it to the ground. He flexed his muscle trying to work out the tension.

The woman had amazing strength for such a small frame. He could tell in the power and accuracy of her strike that she was a skilled warrior with that weapon. But now he had to wonder who this person was and why she was in Era.

He stared at the axe as it whizzed by his face only moving his head an inch back for safety. The vibration rattled through Kaz's hands and his arms. The beams were knocked precisely back were the once were. Perhaps even a more secure. The strike could have been more fierce but she held back to ensure Kaz only received a mild throbbing sensation.

With his hands free he shuck them in the air and rubbed them around each other trying to work out the brief soreness from heavy hitting vibrations.  

As abruptly as she arrived she turned away and headed back to the shop. Kaz cocked a brow at her curt response. Waiting a few seconds he followed in after her.  

She was sitting and frowning at a cold cup of coffee. Kaz crossed the room and sat across from her. "She'll have another one of these please," he said to the waitress that went of to brew one more.

"I have to thank you in some way for helping with the building. Even it it was for your own personal reasons," he said with a half sided grin.

"Pretty intense weapon you have there."

Her mention of another realm caused Kaz's eyes to light up for a moment, "Oh." It was brief flicker until his eyes narrowed a bit at the thought. What other realm was she from? Just who was she? Were only a couple of the questions that ran through his mind. The most pronounced was the potential danger given that the realms of heaven and hell had been opening up more recently. Could this woman be related to that? Either way it didn't seem like she was much of a threat. After all she seemed like she just wanted to enjoy a morning of treats and coffee.

It wasn't something that the ever curious wind-mage could leave unanswered. If nothing else just to satisfy his curiosity. "You mentioned another realm."he gave a small pause. "May I ask which one?" His voice was still friendly and inquisitive.

He smiled having been caught up he forgot about introductions. "Yeah, sorry about that. I get ahead of myself sometimes.

"My name is," he stopped as she leaned forward with a seductive smile and alluring breasts calling his attention.  

Given her cold and abrupt demeanor earlier it was an unexpected action, "Kazimir Seiryu,"he said after clearing his throat. "And are you always this seductive, miss...?" he let the last word linger as an invitation to ask what her name was. His eyes took in the sight of her sultry nature and glanced down her dress for a second before averting his gaze to the waitress that was bringing them their drinks.

The waitress set their drinks down at the table and took away the cold one left behind. Kaz looked back at the woman and made eye contact. Whoever she was, she could definitely use her charm as a weapon and knew it.

Kaz leaned back in his seat and with one arm on the table and the other reaching for his newly arrived tea cup. He kept some distance between the two. Not knowing what her game was he didn't want to fall prey to it. Large Ax, uncaring attitude, from another realm. He had to be on his toes with this one.

The temptress didn't stop with just a lean as she exposed her thighs with a simply crossing of her legs. Kaz's eyes were drawn in for a second before looking back into her crimson hued eyes.

Kaz's own eyes which were dilated from the seductive moves of his coffee quest were not more stoic as the word, "abyss,' rolled off the woman's tongue. "Hmm,"He replied closing his eyes for a moment before opening them again.

"I suppose that would make you more of a deamon then wouldn't it," he said more as a statement than an answer. But there was no bite in the words as he spoke. It was the same stoic tone he often used.

Her giggle and piercing stare was met with Kaz's unflinching Indigo eyes peering back and searching her soul. The stare did send a chill of the unknown through him, that he fought of with a warm sip of tea.

A lopsided smile came across the wind mage's face at what the loli had introduced herself as. He knew exactly who she was. There was a history in the Rune Knights records of high profile crimes and beings to watch out for. And now he sat across from one. It was hard to believe that this woman was capable of such uncaring destruction.

"Well it is a pleasure to meet you...Yumi." He opened his mouth to ask just why she was there but the waitress was still about. He pressed his lips together and held back the question as the woman teased the waitress. Yumi's statment toward Kaz sent a shiver in his neck and he rolled his shoulders to send it away and cleared his throat. An experience of carnal flesh was certainly more abrupt than any lady had ever spoken to him.

"Two years is a long time," she was stuck there. It sounded like a terrible place to be trapped. He couldn't imagine how that would feel. But then again it seemed a fitting punishment to the crimes she caused. But maybe there was something more to her.

Kaz felt like the woman was stalking him like a predator. But that may change if she knew the truth. He leaned forward a bit toward her now. His head moving next to hers as to whisper so none other could hear. His hair brushed across hers. It was a bold move but it also got him away from seeing her exposed flesh trying to tempt him also.

"Kazimir Seiryu, ex-rune knight. So, what brings the Witch of Carnage back here?"He said in a non-threatening way. "And I may not be your type," he let a bit of his nephilim aura free so Yumi could tell what he really was. All the while Kaz looked at the other patrons in the place concerned for their safety now.

Kazimir cocked a brow at her astounding self-confidence. He should expect nothing less from a deamon. She pointed her teaspoon at him and her motives were still a mystery. it almost felt like she could take him intimately or kill him. Which ever suited her fancy at any given time.

"So you were a torturer then? Sounds like you didn't have a very hard life in that realm. You caused a bit of a mess last time you were here." It was a question he already knew the answer too, and certainly didn't plan on engaging in combat unless she struck first. It wouldn't be the first time he let someone potential dangerous go. But this was on a different level.

A shiver went through the mage as her soft skin brushed against his. An enthralling feeling. A surge of warmth rushed through his body that she could feel on her fingertips before her hand left his cheek.

He cleared his throat and sat back in his chair. "Well then," the only words he mustered at first from her lack of care that he was a nephilim and that it wasn't a deterrent in the slightest. Her sweetness was the folly of any man whose will was both great and small.

"I'm afraid I don't fancy being seduced only to worry about an ax at my neck,"He implied that her way of murder was to lure men in. Now that he knew she was a deamon he could hardly trust a thing she said but having just said that he paused. Her semi-serious gaze did make the wind mage's thought wander about it but he shuck them away.

A look of regret in his eye, " I apologize. I shouldn't judge you just because you are a deamon. I've just been attacked by many before."

His judgement may have been true though with he next words. Kaz gave a small sigh beginning to understand the tense situation he walked into. "And to think i just wanted a relaxing afternoon. And what are these duties exactly? If they are mass killings and sacrifice. Well...my job is to protect the innocent." he spoke with a resolution but there was a tiredness in his tone. He peered into her soul with cold eyes but even so his body was still relaxed and didn't give the impression of combat.

He looked out the window and gave a small nod before looking back at her, "yeah I've been attacked by my own kind too. Things get a bit tense when it comes to other realms." he never thought that after so many battles against them that he would be sharing a drink with one. With a deamon. Times were certainly interesting and it seemed he too couldn't escape it. She seemed like nothing but an unbound killing machine without recourse.

"It seems we have something in common," he paused and his presence stayed calm but there was a sincerity in his gaze, "I've removed any who have stood in my way too." There was a look that would be familiar to the murderous deamon across from him. Kaz had the eyes of someone that had killed before. Something that another murderer would be able to tell. There was a storm hidden behind the gentle exterior of the man. He gave a single slow drum of his fingers on the table.

Perhaps they killed for different reasons. One thing was certain to the wind mage though and that was this woman took the lives of the people he probably considered to be innocent.

"Perks. Seems more like a hassle. I tend to attract a bit of trouble myself," he smiled back taking things more to a light hearted place. "Well, I intend on still having a peaceful afternoon even if it is in the company of a deamon. At least for now we don'n need to try and kill one another. Certainly not after working to save this place."

The teas touched his lips once more as he took a sip. She harbored such string hatred towards people. It was a good question though. What determined innocence? it was something Kaz had thought about in the past and even recently the fact that he sacrificed his life for the lives of others without their gratitude most of the time. Placing the tea cup back it clanged against the dish it rested on. His hand lingered on it and he tapped the side with his finger. "Yeah. Most people aren't innocent. I'm not. Humans can be petty and cruel. But they can also be loving and compassionate. They don't ask me to sacrifice my self for them. i do it because I want to. For them to have a chance at life, love, peace. A farmer that works her land or a man that buys bread for his family. Those are the ones I'll keep protecting. They may have made mistakes but that doesn't mean they should be slaughtered. Even those snot nosed kids. I have been gifted power and I use it to protect those that haven't. Plus there is this old woman that makes the most delicious cookies,"His tone was dead serious until he ended with a smile, remembering the old woman baking cookies.

His mouth cracked open to ask the question burning within him but Yumi began her proclamation of anger and growing old. Kaz inched back in his seat as her voice grew louder. His hands were wide and rested easy on the table but ready in case anything happened and she lost it. She was a being of chaos after all.

Suddenly her devilish aura flourished and a behemoth of hate appeared around her. The man that sat on the throne of skulls with screams as his heralding. Kaz looked at it, the horns and flames reflecting in his eyes from the otherworldly being. Her connection had to be strong to conjure something so terrible so easily. The tormented souls writhed in pain and Kaz's heart sunk for them and for the girl in front of him having to live such a life of constant bloodshed.

Kaz leaned forward with his hands surrounding the tea cup, "So...you don't kill for the sake of killing. Or for some chaotic reason. You just want to stay young forever. You are not so different then. A motivating cause that drives you. You're right, no one likes to become old. But what will you do with this endless youth. When the day comes where you are young with none around you. No one to make the pastries you love, to converse with, to enjoy pleasures of the flesh with?"

There was a sadness in the mage's eye, "Or do you intend to be bound in this cycle forever. Killing to stay young. But when all fear you and you can walk no where without loneliness or battle. How do you intend to spend your immortal time?"

"You call them ants," Kaz stood up, his eyes flashing white and his angelic wings spreading out like forming from light from his back. The aura he radiated was not entirely benign. In fact if it were not for his appearance resembling an angel that brought ease to people, all they would feel is the aura of wrath. The angel of wrath had forced the grace upon him to act in the seraphim's plans. His angelic aura emanated with that same wrath.

He helped a scared patron to their feet. "It's okay, you all can get out of here." They were torn from the fear cast on them by Yumi but the presence of a nephilim eased it a bit. one by one they stood and skirted around the wall to leave.

Kaz approached the waitress and nodded at her to continue her job for now, "and yet you enjoy the things they make," he sat back down with his angelic presence suppressed. "I've never knelt at an anthill to enjoy their food," he jested about her comment, hopping it would not rouse her anger.


"I'm glad you only intend on relaxing for the day. You follow a deity of slaughter and can seethe with anger. My grace comes from an angel of wrath. Things would get messy. But it's my duty to worry about them. But What i would like to know...is why? Why find your path to immortality with a being that demands such a heavy price? How did you come to be the lady that you are?"

There was an unwavering resolve in her voice. One that showed a true faith in something. She sounded more and more like a fanatic. Kaz kept his calm and listened. Having dealt with the church, cults, demons, and angels, fanatics were pretty common place. Even Nerva was a bit of one. And this woman was a zealot for a cause that spread destruction, and it was dangerous.

He was drinking some of his tea when she spoke the words seventy-eight. He choked on the tea and some spit back into the cup with a slight low sounded cough. "78? really. I mean no offense of course. But I see that you have been able to keep a very youthful body. I'd congratulate you if it wasn't due to the lives of so many given as a sacrifice." Kaz thought her actions were vain, and wanton. Why couldn't she just find another way to do it one without such a steep cost. But he would get his answer.

A sigh left him as she spoke on about her slaughter, "It's still a wild amount of slaughter you'd bring into this world. Those that will serve will be spared huh? Well you know," he still spoke in a calm voice as the waitress snuck in the last large piece of their best cake. The dishes clattered lightly on the table, "I'll never do that and can't let that happen. one day you and I will find each other on opposing ends of a battle," Kaz took one of the two forks and pierced it into the cake. He brought the soft and moist dessert to his tongue and swallowed it as it dissolved in his mouth in sugary sweet delight.

In her moment of contemplation, Kaz had ushered the people out and returned. Her eyes a dazzling crimson. With such a long life and her history of blood shed she may rarely be asked those questions. But he hoped it would give him a bit more insight into who she was. The lady that bore the mantle of witch.

The cafe was silent now. Only the two of them sat within. The only other person was the waitress who hid in the back until she had to bring out something for the two. The demoness was lost in thought. Kaz stirred his tea slowly as he waited and took a sip. A crumb fell from the chocolate cake and onto the plate just before Yumi broke the silence.

Her story was full of sorrow and commitment. It resonated with the wind mage in a way he never thought a demon would. He felt a sadness for her life and how it had begun. As she spoke his hand went to his scarf and he closed his hand around it, thinking of his own past. She paused and stared down at the table, taking a moment. In the silence, Kaz put his tow fingers on the cake between them and slide the whole rest of it towards her. reaching out from the plate he patted Yumi's wrist twice in a reassuring way. "I get it. All these years people think you to be vicious monster. But you are only doing what beings have done since the beginning of time. Fight for those they care about and have cared for them. I don't blame you for your actions. And we are all indoctrinated to the people that we love and have loved us in different ways. I wish you would not kill so randomly though. But it is not any different than a human kingdom taking over another. You fight not for the god of slaughter. But for a father that saved you. Its a big price but were I you, i may have made the same choice."

He smiled back at her. "I suppose since you opened up to me its only fair," he placed his hands atop one another and sat straight in his chair, "I was abandoned by my parents as a child," the beginning of their lives the same, "I was found and raised by a clan of mages. Their sole purpose was to battle monsters that threatened towns and cities. From my youth I was taught to hunt, fight and kill. Survive in the wild. My youth was spent in the single idea what we were to fight and protect. I met my fiancee from an allied clan. The wind clan, the one I belonged to, revealed themselves as murderous and merciless. They killed the other clan for power and murdered my fiancee. I escaped and fled. Vowed to avenge her. I only knew how to fight and was raised to protect others. Its what has always felt right to me. And that's why I joined the knights. To keep doing the one thing I know how too. And to get strong enough to face them down. And I too have killed in the name of my goals. I've killed members of my old clan who have come for me.

His indigo eyes found hers, "I protect because it is what I know. it is how I honor her name and find purpose. I fight to get stronger so I can stop those that would spread harm and to put an end to my evil clansman. That is why."

"So, where do we go from here? A deamon who won't stop killing and a Nephilim who won't stop protecting them" he took another sip of his tea and leaned back relaxed once more

The look in the lady's eye was different than what he had seen before. Something strange in it. " I think people can change. Not all but some. Perhaps not you or eye. Not fundamentally but I have changed in the past. become someone different now than how I started out as. But what makes up who I am is the same. The need to protect and face threats. Just as you may change but your desire to serve may remain constant." He knew that their paths may collide one day. It's be inevitable if she went as far as she strove for. But he respected the path she chose because of her reason in choosing it. They indeed had more in common than some of the righteous he had met.

"Two sides of a coin huh?" He leaned his head on his fist, looked out the window and then back at her, "Seems we will be entangled in an eternal dance. Nephilim's have a pretty long life too."

Kaz chuckled, "Well, I suppose your random killings taking out the evil ones too is helpful. Although if we could just push that all the way to just them," he jested with a cocked brow knowing that it was unlikely she would decide too. "They make a better hunt I presume than the good ones."

The mage's eyes narrowed at her offer. one can never be too cautious of a demon. Suddenly a large glowing red symbol appeared beneath them. Kaz sat back in his seat and his one foot left the ground and stood on the seat. His hands pushing his back higher up than the booth, he was ready to leap out of the way.

"Whoa whoa, what are you doing?! Surrounding me with demonic energy is not comforting so far. " She resembled a real demon now as the smile contorted her face to something much darker.

"A deal with a devil," he breathed a sigh of relief as at least she wasn't planning to attack him. He sat back on the top of the cushioned seat of the booth. His feet were in the spot he was once sitting.

When she put her hand in her dress, Kaz shielded his eye with one arm, "Hold on a second," he said calmly before seeing the glint of steel. He lowered his arm as she sliced her hand open and blood sprayed across the table. "well there goes the cake," he said as the crimson droplets speckled the dessert like red icing.

"Well, I've been inclined to handle that bit of business myself," he said as he reached out a hand, placed it on the Yumi's hand that had the knife and lowered them both down. "You can't expect me to enter a pact without knowing all the dark and hidden details behind it."

He crossed his arms with a smirk, "So what is it? My soul as well? Some steep favor to be paid in the future?" even if he didn't agree, it was interesting to learn about the aspects of deamons and their culture and pacts.

Her laugh was as unsettling as the blood that dripped on the cake. He gave a simple nod in agreement that he wouldn't just be jumping into something this dark haphazardly. "I try not to get myself into anything too deep."

She licked the knife and an odd sensual sensation ran through the wind mage that was quickly replaced with sideways pursed lips as his neck craned away a few inches as the blood smeared her lips. At least she wasn't tasting someone else's blood though. "Well then." She was a odd blend of sinister desire. Much different than the horrible demonic monsters he had faced before. None of them resembling a human and some being formless masses shifting around. All had had a single thought to destroy but Yumi was cunning and intelligent. Some would even say charming.

With a simple hand gesture surrounded by smoke, a contract appeared. "Why is it always blood?"He asked a loud but in a soft tone more rhetorical than anything.

His arms crossed over his chest as she spoke about his soul and even as she went on to talk about a favor for a favor. His eyes shifted between the contract and Yumi. It was a dark bargain and one with a hefty price. "Mutual compliance huh? And what exactly constitutes equal value? I ask you to do something for me which is something you may end up doing anyway on your path of slaughter."

She held the contract out and Kaz took it to scan the words written in the strange moving red ink. It was fairly straight forward as the woman had said. Kaz appreciated that. He supposed it would be fitting of a chaos deity not to be interested in playing tricks, and she was very clear in her path as well. Open to say to a nephilim that she would bring chaos and death.

He set the contract down on the table between them, "An interesting offer. However," he paused to bring his indigo eyes peering deep into her crimson hues. "I like to know exactly what I'm getting into. I can handle the clan on my own but it would be nice to have some help. However I'd also be interesting in a pact that would ensure the safety of Era. One where you agree not to kill anyone in this town."

He slid the contract back towards her. Its edges dampened by the drops of blood on the table. "What exactly would you want in exchange for those. And then perhaps I can give this pact of yours more serious thought. So, what is it that you wants and would ask in return?"

The sun moved behind the clouds casting a fog of darkness around the sweet shop. The door creaked as it still swayed form the rush of people that had left.

He watched her take a bite of the blood covered cake. Kaz made a small fist and put it in front of his mouth. The site was almost repulsive. He felt a drop in his gut like a pit with his brows scrunching in the middle.

She was right of course, at least about one thing. It was better to have allies but could he bring himself to ally with a deamon. He supposed it didn't matter that much, but what he'd be giving away in return was a darker matter.

"I don't believe you will betray the contract. Its what you ask in return that gives me hesitation," he thought about his current allies that he could call upon when the time was right to strike but he did have to wonder if they would be there. They had lives of their own and had parted ways in the past.

"Seems you have a bit of a dark situation with the holy knights. They can be a bit zealous." He had met few of that order but knew that the Inquisition had spawned from it. It made sense that they would have had a strong encounter with one another. They were eternal enemies unlike the rune knights who focused on magical crimes.

"I see, so he gives you targets to go after," he asked as he began putting together more of pieces to the puzzle behind the dark deity and the servant of his will. "I'm afraid I can't agree to a deal so dependent on if you get angry with them or not," if he was to make that deal he would need to know their lives were safe.

Her stab felt as though she was stabbing any victim that stood in her way. She took another bite of the cake and Kaz averted his gaze to the window to avoid seeing her consume it.

Not even Kaz's own tea looked appetizing to him anymore and he pushed it to the edge of the table.

"Looking the other way is something I can't do if it involves the people I protect. But assisting with the wind clan in exchange for their souls. I don't know if I have dominion over that but I could agree to it. They do not possess much other than land and some texts about the demons and monsters they hunted. land that I have no intention of having and texts that I can live without. I could agree to that. Assistance with the clan in exchange for their possessions."

He couldn't believe he was actually considering making a deal with a deamon, but the wind clan was dangerous and who knows how much power they have accumulated.

"If that sounds good to you...What happens next? What exactly is the seal to the pact? And are you sure making one with a nephilim is safe?"

He followed to pointing hand to where she directed. Through the window of the shop and across the buildings dotted across Era. it landed on an all to familiar location to Kazimir. The magical prison. Home of all the villains that the knights locked it up. It left a sinking feeling in his gut. There was no way he could do something that would let an unknown force out of that place.

"That's a pretty dangerous goal, Yumi. That's a lofty requests. I've no doubt there are some wrongly accused prisoners in there. But I assume the one you plan to free has a vast amount of blood on their hands. Not to mention the amount of rune knights you may kill on the way in. " Knowing something of her plan now, he was even more hesitant than before.

"A place to settle down huh? Sounds as though you're making big plans," he said but didn't ask any further. He had an idea about it but she wouldn't tell and he had no need to ask the obvious. "Making big moves. I was raised there but I have my eyes on different lands."

Her guild while it would be terrifying would probably be a good counter balance to the fanatics of illumin and the holy knights.

Taking a closer look he could see now that the contract was made of human flesh. His hand grazed the contract feeling the petrified and dried skin that was only damp where the blood had moistened it. His fingers recoiled from it.

"Land I can promise to you. Souls of my clansman too and what they own. Even knowing that you will do something dark with it. But you and I both know, I can't agree to stand Idle when you launch a raid on the rune knight prison. I am a knight after all."

The wind mage stared back at her with an amount of resolve.He could feel her blood lust but remained steady and calm. He knew that with the land and the texts he could at least keep an eye on her, but with this man who knows what chaos it could bring.

The two looked at each other. A tension in the air but one from curiosity at the others actions and where their morals and intentions would be blurred and shifted in the talk. Kaz may be one of the more stubborn men she tried to make a pact with.

Just when the suspense of what would happen next was mounting, the door to the sweet shop opened up. it swung with a creak. In walked a robed man. His attire was that of a rugged traveler. Both hands were on his hips revealing two crossbows.

"Seems the rumors were true. A daemon and a nephilim. Consorting together. How disgusting."

"Because I intend to rejoin the ranks and I know the devastation that freeing anyone in there could cause, depending on who it was," He may not be a knight right now but hopefully that wouldn't be the case for long. Being a knight is where his heart was and he would find his way back.

The mage's eyes narrowed, "If you don't plan on releasing a prisoner then what could it be?" he questioned it and was even less trustful than before. What was this little deamon up to?

Kaz turned towards the door. An intruder barged in with weapons ready and pointing at them. "Not the best move,"he said, knowing how volatile Yumi was. Before he could act, he felt the ripple of her aura manifesting around them. Dark tendrils of murderous intent.

The intruder smirked and spit on the floor, "that's why I'm here. Stop carnage and make this land a place for humans. Your time here is done," there was a bite of disgust in his words aimed at them.

Yumi's god appeared as she rose her axe into the air. "Crap," Kaz sighed at the fact it was too late now. She brought the weapon slamming down on the table. Kaz hastily swiped the plate that held the cake as the table shattered. He set the cake on the windowsill for safe keeping and slowly moved his hand away in case it teetered and fell.

The man stood with weapon's still pointing as Yumi fumed. "There's a deamon if I ever saw one," he said and then there was a flash of light. The crossbow aimed at Yumi flickered with gold magic. the one aimed at Kaz flickered with green magic and he knew all to well what that meant. This man had done his homework.

The bolts fired at them with a trial of magic. The intruder dove and rolled to the side, getting ready for a second fire.

Kaz dashed under the magical bolt. The wrath in his soul burning to the surface. His eyes flashed white and a divne aura radiated from him. The man had stepped into a dangerous situation. Caught between a powerful deamon and a skilled nephilim.

"Chaos does follow you," he said as he stared down the man and wind gathered around him, and he shot a blade of wind at the man to push him closer towards Yumi. The blade cut the man's arm as he dove the only place he could. Closer to Yumi.