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The large being rested his head on his right hand as he looked down at the two, "Perhaps you did not understand your mission, dear Hounds. You were supposed to bring me one Sheppard candidate. Unless these two are bound together somehow I would say this generation cannot count." His voice echoed through the cavern as his eyes scanned Eden and Alphonse. After a moment of silence, watching the two greet him in their own ways, the large man did something unexpected: He smiled. His eyes first looked to Eden, "Funny, I can smell your fear from here and yet you still smile... Confidence in the face of unsurity....Reminds me very much of Him when the pact was first made. And You," His eyes turned to Alphonse, his face losing the smile, "You sneak past my Hounds and follow them to my land. A land where very few have access to, or even know exist anymore....HAHAHAHAAH!" the laughter of the deity shook the very hall to cause small pebbles to fall from the ceiling, "Very resourceful indeed! I guess I know now why my Hounds brought two instead of one. I seem to have trouble myself choosing between these two. Granted I can smell the madness of both, which of course I do not approve of, but then again both of you have come from the camps of two veritable tyrants." The being's voice held a touch of disdain as he thought of both the Kishin and Death. The fist in which his massive head rested clenched into a light fist.

The twins looked up to their master, their eyes hidden behind the dim light of the eyeholes of the masks, "Lord Hadrian, We only brought one. The male seeks an audience with you, sire. We felt that since the tribe allowed him access that he had gained your permission through them. We apologize, Lord Hadrian, for not coming to you first before bringing outsiders into your great Hall. Please excuse our incompetence, Master." The two voices bubbled through the masks as they assumed their places at the side of Hadrian's throne, the hollow light of their eyes gazed out over Eden and Alphonse. The god looked down to Alphonse with a mildly amused expression, "Well then, is that so eh? I see no reason to refuse your request. Come closer, Agent of the Demon." Hadrian's free hand waved Alphonse forward, keeping his eyes trained on him with almost an expression of boredom. However, just the look of the deity would begin to compress the madness within Alphonse and Eden as their eyes met his. The madness could be felt forming a tight, dark ball in the pits of their stomachs as they remained in his presece.