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To say that Nalla was relieved when Mazrim said nothing about the act she had just committed was an understatement. The binding or in this case destruction of a soul was worse than taboo on the surface of this planet and then breaking of that doctrine was a death sentence more sure then even murder. Though demons were created for that sole purpose, they were never supposed to break the confines of hell. Nalla did her best to only target people whose souls would wind up in hell, but that judgment was reserved for God alone and even if it was for her survival, she did not have the right to pass that judgment.

Mazrim walked passed her and cut off the Duke’s purse and explaining that they couldn’t drag any more attention to themselves. During the fight, Mazrim had worked out the rest of the details on how they would escape the city and though Nalla was hesitant to take a horse, it was the best way to leave the city. Mazrim also proved Nalla’s original guess that he was indeed a member of a guild known as White Cross. The name was a little disconcerting for Nalla as it clearly had ties of some sort to the church, but Mazrim promised that she would find rest there and for Nalla that’s all that really mattered. She needed time to recover and if she went out on her again then she would certainly be captured by someone else and then she might not be so lucky to find a prison mate like Mazrim again.

The two escapees hurried through the remaining hallways of the Duke’s manor but their pace was slower. The burst of energy and adrenaline that Nalla had received from finally filling her stomach after what must have been weeks was wearing off, and energy itself would not heal her wounds, she was no longer a pure demon, the black seal on her back made sure of that. On their way out, Mazrim searched through several cabinets until he found a new set of clothes for Nalla and himself to replace the ripped and blood stained clothes they had on. Nalla quickly shed what rags were left of her old clothing and slipped on the new clothing. It was much finer then the last ones she had, the wool was very well woven and though the outfit was a little large, Nalla found she could keep it on well enough with only one of her shoulders slipping through the collar every once in awhile. Once she was dressed, Mazrim also handed her a brown cloak which he had ripped the bottom off so that it would fit her. Throwing the cloak over her and tying it close to her, the pair escaped into the night and headed quickly towards a rather large stable that housed the Duke’s Horses.

Once at the stables, Mazrim picked out and saddled a large brown gelding for himself and a smaller white mare for herself. Nalla was a lot more afraid of the animal then it probably was of it. Mazrim very quickly had both animals ready to go and was on his horse waiting for her but Nalla still hesitated. She hated being off the ground, it made her feel defenseless but the young demon could see no other way. Nalla gripped the saddle with both of hands and clambered onto the horses back. As her feet left the ground though the girl shivered as she felt that support wire that had been her connection with the earth snap. Nalla's face paled and she quickly wrapped her hands around the reigns tighter and hugged herself fairly close to the horse, afraid she might fall off. The white mare seemed a little annoyed by the child's inexperience and flicked her ears but calmly followed the gelding and Mazrim out of the stable, through the city, and out the gates. As the horses cantered out the gates Mazrim turned to her and said that they were heading for Torin. Nalla merely nodded in response and ducked closer to her horses neck. She felt like she was going to be sick.