Mors stalked down the dark, dank corridors following the few guards that managed to escape until he came to an open doorway. Not wanting to take any chances, he used his perception ability to scan the room. -"Three armed men, one ready to ambush me when I enter and the other two on the back wall. Two beastkin, one elemental, A human-beast hybrid as well as a female elf."

Mors' thoughts were interrupted by a rough voice came from the room. "Yup, out of a hundred visions, in the next ten minutes, we die 99 times...Fuck."

A menacing smile crept across Mors' face. -"Oh! Someone with the power of visions... Interesting."

Mors stepped forward and the moment he began to clear the doorway he released an enormous amount of mana from his right fist, the resulting shockwave slamming the hidden guard into the wall, turning him to all but mush.

With a frown at the power he just released, Mors shook his head and transformed into a blur, using his heavily chipped short sword to decapitate the two guards at the back of the room. -"It doesn't matter how much mana I release; it just floods back in..."

Slightly worried about the mana raging through his body, the demon walked back to the middle of the room and kicked over the bucket of water, sitting down before looking into the cells on either side. "This is the temporary residence of the Black Hearts group I presume?"

Anna, still standing at the front let out a weak, feeble voice. "Mors Letus?"

Revealing a shocked expression, Mors looked at the elf and chuckled. "Whats a beautiful elf like you doing in a place like this?"

Though he was mostly trying to unbalance her with his response, Mors had to admit she was one of the most attractive creatures he has seen since he was summoned and so resulted to flirting instead of threats. What Mors found most captivating though, was not her body, but her glowing green eyes, brimming with intelligence and curiosity.

Anna flashed a forced smile. "Oh, nothing much, having a conversation with one who holds my life in the palm of his hands while rotting in a cell waiting to be executed. So what do I owe the pleasure of a personal visit from a mighty Demon Lord?"

Mors couldn't help but chuckle again. The elf was obviously terrified but her witty response drew his interest. Smiling he leant forward. "You must be the one who can see visions of the future."

Spotting Anna's confusion, he continued. "I heard your conversation outside. Not only are you a beauty with an outstanding ability, but you also have a brain... Dropping in a few words that would pipe my interest, mentioning my full name and entering in banter that I sorely miss."

Sadness flashed across Mors' eyes, remembering how Runt, even though she couldn't speak, seemed to have the same mannerisms.

For the first time since Mors entered the room, Anna revealed a genuine smile. "It's a pretty bad ability really, knowing what the future holds makes me change it instantly, even if subconsciously... for example, my visions never saw us having this conversation. We have broken fate."

The memory of Grim flickered in Mors' mind.

Suddenly Mors let out a pained hiss that caused everyone to flinch and step back. The skin on his right arm cracked, and a black mist oozed out. Staring his arm, Mors shook his head. "Looks like I am out of time, time to wrap this up."

Anna immediately returned to the bars as the others watched Mors in silent fear. "You're about to evolve into your third stage. One of the visions showed me the outcome if you were to start now..."

"And what outcome is that?" Hissed Mors, pain heavy in his voice.

Anna paused for a moment. "You are going to evolve into a variant of a minor Demon Lord. I do not know what blood flows through your veins but is powerful enough to mutate your evolution into a being I haven't even heard of before."

Her response was far greater than what he expected. "... What happens if I evolve later?"

Shaking her head, Anna replied nervously. "... I do not know; my visions only show me specific events and actions. The only reason I know what you evolve into here is that you are attacked by a beastkin who shouts it out the moment you awake."

A complicated expression moved across Mors' face. "Do I win?"

"I...I do not know." Anna stuttered, feeling that she was losing the Demons interest.

Mors abruptly stood up. "Well... I guess I need to find a safe place to lay low for a bit... thanks for the answers."

"WAIT!" Anna yelled as her eyes flashed green. "Please... I swear on my very soul that I shall never betray you if you let me live. The one vision where you let us live, I see us meeting again in the future, our roles reversed. You need us."

"ANNA!" Deckard shouted as he marched forward. "You know the Black Heart Motto... we never surrender or bow before others, even if it means our death."

Meeting his gaze, Anna did not back down and instead stepped forward to intercept him. "Shut up old man... You do not know what kind of being stands before us... if I can, I will get us all out of here."

Face red with anger, Deckard's hand shot out to grab Anna. "What are you talking abo.."

"SILENCE!" Both froze as they slowly turned to Mors, black bolts of lightning launching from his body, causing deep scars on the floor around him. "Anna is it... You have four sentences to impress me, if not, I will continue with my plan and erase the Black Hearts from this world making them the scape goats for my little... distractions outside."

Anna took a deep breath and walked to the bars in front of Mors, taking the time to think.

Pulling her top down enough revealing her cleavage, she leant forward slightly and hooked a strand of hair behind her ear. "Because I look like a lover you use to have and secretly you dislike hurting defenceless women."

Mors' eyes widened in surprise. "I guess I told you that before killing you?"

Anna nodded her head. "... you made it quick and painless...for all of us. You are not the monster you and others believe."

Staying in the same pose, Anna looked deep into Mors' eyes, knowing that the first sentence and even her pose was to set the stage. "Because although killing another in cold blood is nothing to you, it emphasises the emptiness you feel inside. Letting us live would gain you companions and true friends. Ones that you will sorely need in the future."

Mors huffed in annoyance. "Us? I thought you were pleading for your own life."

"You said I had to impress you, or you would wipe the Black Hears from this world, implying you would let us all go if I did." Anna smiled back. "Plus, if I abandoned my friends, we all die. Without question."

Mors looked at Deckard causing the man to shiver and step away. "Is she always like this?"

Taking a few moments to compose himself, Deckard spoke in a shaky voice. "Yes... Fearless in the face of danger, our band's Valkyrie."

The mention of a Valkyrie instantly impressed Mors, having lived and breathed his home world's Norse culture in a previous life, however, he was not sure if the word was another ploy to gain his interest.

"I also know you are an old soul... and that if your enemies were ever to find out, instead of killing, they would imprison you for eternity. Free us and when that ever happens, we will return the favour. Not matter the cost. Everything is possible when you face eternity."

Mors raised an eyebrow, no longer shocked. "Vision?"

Anna shook her head knowing that if she were to lie, it would mean instant death. "Another elf ability. One that allows us to see the state of another's soul."

Mors had already made up his mind however he decided to hear the last reason. "And?..."

Anna took a deep breath and decided to gamble everything she had. "I will make a pact with you. I will never betray you or your expectations, and if you request anything, I will do it without hesitation. Also, you should think about pacts, not just the one we can make very carefully. You will need it in the near future."

Mors sighed. "Those that live by the sword die by it. You have impressed me. If this was another time or place... I would of definitely of liked to get to know you better. That last bit... you have to be vague or it will change too drastically right?"

"Yes," Anna smiled. "And I know, but I am not her and honestly, even though know I will enjoy our talks, I don't think my heart could take the strain."

"Well, I think it's time we end this."