"MORS!"

Woken by the scream of a young girl, Mors slowly woke up, unyielding resolve, hatred, loathing mixed with insanity dancing across his reptilian-like eyes before they finally focused.

The sun was already a quarter of the way up in the sky showing that he had overslept by a fair margin. -"I have been too careless, if they have decided to give chase, they will be here soon."

Grunting in pain, he sat and looked around the small grove, now bathed in warm sunlight. Kara was standing a good 20 feet away; fear etched on her face. "Thank goodness you're awake! I didn't know what was going on."

Blinking a few time Mors noticed that Morrigan was in its chain form and somehow sticking out of the ground. It's chains wrapping around him as if trying to be a protective net while its two blades and spike hung menacingly in the air, poised like a serpent waiting to strike anything foolish enough to come into its range. Black corrosive mist hung a foot off the ground around him, the only thing not being damaged was the clothing he received from Jade and his body, and the white ball of fluff.

Runt was laying next to him, inside the encirclement of spiked metal, looking at Kara as if she was causing a scene about nothing.

Suddenly everything made sense, and Mors understood where the three mysterious voices had been coming from. "Enough, Do not enter that place again..." Hissed Mors, his voice laced with anger.

Absorbing the black mist, Morrigan's chains contracted, and before one could even blink, it had morphed into its crescent moon form and lay at Mor's feet as if begging for forgiveness.

"YOU HAVE A LIVING WEAPON!" Bellowed Kara as she ran forward to pick up Morrigan. "I thought you just had some defensive spell for when you slept."

After reliving some of his memories, Mors was in no mood to warn her that she would be burnt the moment she touched it. However, he was stunned speechless when she picked Morrigan up and started trying to speak to it. "Hello, my name's Kara. What's your name?"

Mors sat there frowning. -"It's going to be one of those da... lives isn't it."

"Hello? can you hear me?... Mors tell it to talk to me; it's rude." Excitedly Kara danced about as she tried to converse with the weapon nearly twice her size.

Mors stood up, one hand holding the wound on his side to try and lessen the dull pain that wracked his body. "Please do not touch them carelessly, they are part of my soul after all..."

Instantly kara yelped, and dropped Morrigan, holding her hand in pain. "FINE! I don't want to be your friend anyway! Stupid heap of junk."

Sulking, Kara walked to the stream and tried to cool the burning sensation on her hand.

-"And she said she wasn't a child." thought Mors as he sighed and walked over and picked Morrigan up. "I didn't say hurt her did I?"

Morrigan's shine dimmed as Mors stumbled over to Kara, once again using it as a crutch. "We are leaving."

==== three weeks later ====

Three weeks of hard travelling had taken its toll on Kara, who was now sitting on a large rock rubbing her swollen feet. "My feet are killing me. Please, please, please can we stop in the next town for a couple of days? Or at least can we get a horse?"

Mors was stood nearby, leaning on Morrigan with Runt panting at his feet. "We would have stopped at the last town if you didn't try and pickpocket the guard at the gate. Or the one before that if you didn't gate crash that funeral and steal that dead man's soul in front of his grieving wife. Or even the one before that if you didn't get drunk of a single tankard and run through the street naked, screaming you had come to eat the townsfolk's souls."

Kara looked unjustly hurt. "That guard had too much money, and that man was already dead, he didn't need a soul anymore... and are you forgetting who suggested I do that?"

"It was a joke... A joke." Mors let out a deep, exasperated breath. "What the hell do you think a soul is? Anyway, what's with your personality. With me, you can talk back and be belligerent, but if anyone else even looks at you, you turn into a cowering wreck..."

Kara stood up. "Like I said about 100 times before, it's because of your abilities. Those who fully trust you receive a bonus in status and gain traits of your personality. If you got me a status plate, I could show you."

"Yes, yes... I know, but we haven't even found a town big enough to have any in stock. That should change in the next town, but I swear if you cause one more incident I will leave you tied up in the town centre with a 'free to an uncaring home' sign stapled to your forehead."

Kara giggled, she had got used to Mors' constant threats and now found them rather amusing. "Whats a stapled?"

Mors ignored her and started to walk down the dirt road, followed by a skipping Kara. "Thought your feet hurt?"

"They do, but that won't change anything will it?" Said Kara with a pleading look in her eyes.

"Nope, it won't." Smiled Mors.

"Awww, what's wrong with you? A woman is in need of help. Surely you can carry me for just a little while?"

Mors chuckled. "An annoying little girl is trying to get out of walking on her own two feet."

Kara pouted. "Like I said I am twenty-two! Stop treating me like a little kid."

Kara suddenly revealed a mischievous smile. "So... have any girls you're interested in?"

"Nope."

"Not even a little bit? You're telling me that the big, handsome demon in front of me hasn't even got a single girl he likes? Do you even have any friends?"

Mors paused for a second before continuing. "... I might have a friend... Not really sure."

Shocked Kara immediately launched into a barrage of questions. "You have a friend? What she like?"

"Well at first she was annoying to the point I wanted to beat her head in with a rusty spoon. However, when we got attacked by a group of bandits, I saw an entirely different side to her and decided she wasn't that bad, even if she did fuck with my head a little bit."

Mors revealed a warm smile as he reminisced about the battle. "Her laughter as we cut a bloody path through those bandits was the best accompaniment to their screams of terror, that look of pure joy when she obliterated 10 of them with a single spell that sent their innards flying all over the place was just exquisite, even I was impressed by that... If it weren't for the fact that she couldn't move, and I had to carry her the entire time getting me seriously injured, it would have been perfect... Oh and those fucktards that tried to kill me."

Kara looked a bit dejected, focusing only on Mors' description of Claire. "Is she pretty?"

Mors thought for a moment. "I guess she is. However, I don't know if that was due to her race or not."

"Sounds like the perfect demon... I can barely speak to a person, yet she can slaughter like the Dark Goddess, even enough for you to pay attention." Said, Kara, as her footsteps slowed.

Mors frowned, not really understanding what was going on in Kara's head. "I told you, apart from you I do not know any demons, she's a lamia, and I am sure you will find your feet soon enough, that is, if they don't drop off first."

Perking up at Mors' words Kara smiled. "Your right! Once I get my status plate and evolve, I will be an unparalleled beauty who will leave nothing but death and destruction in her wake and be able to have any mate I want."

Mors shrugged. "Add in money, and you would become a hat trick of trouble."

Kara frowned.

Spotting a sign, he decided to change the conversation. "Looks like we will be stopping in the town of Matn. I think that is the last one until we have to cross the great desert."