Anna crumbled at Mors' words, falling to her knees as despair began to overwhelm her. "I guess it was impossible after all." She had but a single vision. They were going to die.

"Fuck, fuck fuck!" Jeck paced back and forth like a caged animal as his sister cowered in the corner, not taking her eyes off Mors for a second.

"I will not die on my knees." Instantly George stood up and took a heavy step forward, dragging the chains wrapped around him, until he stood level with Deckard. "If we are to die today, It will be filled with courage and pride."

Mors released a chilling chuckle as he ripped the cell door off hinges and stepped inside. "On your feet or on your knees, you will still die like dogs as long as you have those collars on your necks... I guess you are the one they call George?... the Duke level rock elemental?"

The fear in his eyes completely extinguished, George now seemed like an unmovable mountain in front of an unstoppable hurricane. "Yes, I am George... What is your name... Demon."

"There is no need for you to know my name, Elemental... for we shall never meet again." Said Mors as he walked forward, his aura pushing back Deckard, who could do nothing but curse. "Fucking demon, I bet all of that was just a ploy to give us hope, only to watch us fall into despair."

George didn't even flinch as Mors reached him and slowly raised his hands. "The rumours do not do you justice... Truly when you decide on a path, you are beyond fearless."

Mors' hands grabbed hold of the collar and ripped it apart with a loud snapping noise, causing George to raise his hands to his neck in confusion.

"Sorry about the aura... I can't really control it at the moment. A big strong elemental like you should be able to free the others so I will take my leave." Joked Mors as he turned around and walked to the cell door, looking at Anna. "Your ability is impressive but to one not bound by fate, it's easily fooled. You might want to work on it."

Just as he was about to leave, Mors paused and once again looked at Anna, who was still staring dumbfounded. "Goodbye, Valkyrie of the Black Hearts. Leave this city immediately and do not consume anything for it will lead to your deaths."

Anna watched in shock as Mors headed towards the dark hallway and just as he was about to disappear, shouted out. "Mors... I..."

Without looking back, Mors raised his hand. "If only we met at another time, in a different place... we could have been great friends. I hear the Federations Pathfinders is a great place for people looking for a new start or to hide from the world."

As Mors disappeared down the hallway, George had regained his senses and already removed the collar from Deckard before walking over to Anna and revealing a huge rock toothed smile. "I knew you were good, but I didn't know you were that good... I think you just charmed a wrath demon."

Anna shakily got up, still staring down the corridor. "He's not my type, but I have the feeling that there would never be a dull moment with him around."

Deckard left the cell and started looting the guard's bodies as George opened the other cell. "Even if no pact was signed, if there is a chance we will pay back out debt."

Jeck snapped at Deckard's comment. "Why? he didn't demand anything, he just left."

Deckard spat on the floor. "Never steal a beastkins food, Never sin in front of an angel and never, ever, be indebted to a demon. Especially one as unpredictable as that... He even fooled Anna's ability. He basically told us who he was and where to find him... I have met many demons in my time, and he has got to be, hand down, the most terrifying one."

"You sure that wasn't so Anna could go find him afterwards?" Laughed George. Them being freed and alive was all that mattered at the moment so he couldn't help but be jolly.

"I told you I am not interested in him in that way." Huffed Anna as she began rummaging through the remains of the guard closest to the door. "Plus, he is the jealous type. A jealous demon is just asking for trouble."

Anna smirked as Jeck, "Though it would be funny to see the aftermath if I told him a certain someone had been groping me with their eyes."

Jeck laughed. "Well, good job you two aren't an item then. Now enough with the what ifs. Let's get out of here."

"Idiots..." Muttered George as freed Jeck's sister and began ripping the chains off his legs. "To those who walk the path of an immortal, a good friend is beyond priceless."

Jecks feline ears perked up. "Immortal? but he smells so young."

George laughed. "There are many types of immortal, though his body is young... I have no doubt his soul is much older than mine. The other ancients would be chewing rocks if they knew someone like that was walking about."

Anna smiled. "Only by one or two thousand years George, I managed to have a conversation with him in one of the visions. But you're not wrong in the slightest, his soul has already past the restraints of this realm and will never be able to ascend to the next. Just where on Acoria did he come from? Old souls like that are not something that just appear out of thin air."

==== Stairway to the Dungeon ====

Mors slumped heavily on the stairs as he panted for breath, hugging his arms close to his chest. Waves of searing pain coursed through his body before the rampaging mana found an outlet through the many splits now littering his skin. -"Mors your an idiot, a big breasted elf flutters her eyes, and you change your entire plan... you even told her where to find you... This body must be entering puberty or something."

Taking in deep breaths, he straightened up and after discarding the short sword drew the one on his back and quickly ascended the stairs. -"Get Morrigan, get out... find somewhere safe."

It wasn't long before Mors stood in front of two heavy metal doors. The letters 'Armoury' engraved on the top. By this time, his skin was littered with black cracks that leaked black mist, and a small trail of blood dripped down his chin.

With an almighty kick, Mors smashed the doors open and marched into the room only to find a group of eight people standing at the back, weapons drawn and fear etched across their faces. A large, flat blue crystal hung on the left-hand wall with the image of one of the guard rooms below on it. Noticing movement, Mors watched as the Black Hearts stormed out one of the corridors and rapidly disappeared down another.

"Oh... now that's a concept I haven't seen in a long time. I guess you guys know how this works? And by the way, you look like your trying to buy time; Can I expect company from the people up top pretty soon?"

The group of guards collectively took a step back as Mors advanced. "Seeing as I no longer have to worry about being discovered... The first one to tell me where my weapon is gets to live."