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Raphael stood in the center of a room in the WDL basement, watching people in several tanks as he furrowed his brows. "Damnation indeed... Those gauntlets containing the Chimera Formula aren't doing as expected. Only Sir Melvin has used it to it's full power, and he has been reported missing... Damn those Renegades to the pits of hell!" He slammed his hands on the table in front of him as he looked up and rose his brows, vital signs being reported. "Oh damn it, not now... Tell Angel it's Samuels' original again. His vital signs are starting to change... Ever since Samuel died, this has been happening. I'm going to have to talk to Angel when he gets here with that scum."

Angel had been busy fretting over the whole Kallos Business before going back to the Chimera Testing Facility located under his Academy. He stepped inside and looked around, finding Raphael in the center. "Report?".

"Sir, it's Samuels' original again. His vital signs are acting up again... I don't think we will be able to restrain him this time."

Angel sighed. "Well then we shall simply take him under our control and give him a dose of the Chimera Formula as well. Simple really. We shall also make sure he is on our side, the same way we manipulated Deon". Angel looked over the room, and grinned. "Such a good Doctor".

"Sir... You do know he is half demon, right? Think of the side effects... Samuel was literally created to host the Chimera Formula from the reports... What if something goes wrong?"

Angel looked at Raphael. "No matter, he will be under our control..... Awaken him, the sedatives should keep him calm enough".

Raphael sighed out. "You heard the boss! Wake the poor boy up! And... Make sure he believes he is still Samuel D'Brightaine. We can't have him remembering he is Devin Namach!"

Angel grinned as the numerous servants rushed to do his bidding, and he grinned. "This is going well".

Raphael nodded. "... While this is occurring, I will send out the others to scout the area for Kallos or any of his men. I will return when you need me..." With that, Raphael spread out his angel wings and flew out, wasting no time with each beat of his wings, sending angelic feathers falling behind him. Angel looked at the angel for only a moment, then turned back to the men pulling Devin out of the tube. "How is he?".

Devin winced as he clutched his head, "He has a splitting headache, thanks for asking."

Angel looked at the man and spoke again. "Tell me your name".

Squinting at the blur in front of him, he replied "As if you don't know already." In truth he was having trouble remembering much of anything, the feeling of his head splitting in half making it hard to concentrate.

Angel smirked. "Right, Samuel my brother! How are you aside from your headache?".

He winced again as his headache spiked in time with the words. "Well the headache seems to be the worst of it, but both my legs could be broken right now and I probably wouldn't notice." Slight exaggeration never hurt anyone.

Angel nodded and produced a vial from his pocket, grinning and throwing it to Samuel. "This should help, it's an... energy booster". Angel smirked and turned away before grabbing something off of the table. "It works best if you inject it straight into your bloodstream, so the neck should do fine".

Devin grabbed the small container from where it landed in his lap and was about to pull the stopper when Angel spoke. He grinned and replied "I was just gonna drink it, but ok." He felt around blindly for a moment and then said "Someone pass me a damn needle." Another blur moved in front of him and He felt the cool glass of the syringe in his palm, then He squinted in concentration as he filled the syringe from the vial, flicking it a few times so that he didn't die and then plunged it into the vein in his elbow. Devin sighed in relief as his sight cleared up and the pain from his headache receded. "Much better, i'll have to get the recipe for this off of you sometime."

Angel simply smirked. "It's not my recipe I'm afraid. A good Doctor stopped by and gave it to me. Now, how're you feeling after taking the dose?"

A man appeared beside Devin, examining him and dotting down things on a notepad. Devin opened his mouth to reply, then snapped it shut again as he took in his surroundings. "Nice digs, this your top-top-secret super-duper science lab?" He walked over and examined the giant glass tube he'd just been pulled out of, "You had me in one of these things? No wonder I had a headache, small spaces never did agree with me." He looked back at Angel "Oh, I feel pretty good now actually, like I've got some extra energy to run off, which I probably do depending on how long you had me in that mother-of-all-test-tubes"

Angel smirked. "Indeed this is, although this place doesn't exist". Angel smirked. "It's good to see you up and running again, Samuel". Angel nodded to a nearby Scientist, who tapped Devin on the shoulder. "Sir, we need to run some tests if you will allow us. Then we will show you back to your Quarters for some rest if you wish".

"Sure thing buddy, what kinda tests are we talking about?" he replied. The man simply handed Devin a piece of paper and motioned for him to follow. "Hmm, blood test, reflex test, MRI, this all seems pretty stan- wait, what's a 'Diolithic Extrapolating Radio-Pulse' Doc?"

"Derp!" replied the nameless minion.

Devin blinked a few times, not sure if he heard correctly "Did you just say Derp?"

"Indeed, my good man. Derp is one of the most important tests we are going to run on you."

Devin just sighed and palmed his face, "If you say so Doc."


==SOME TIME LATER==


Devin looked around curiously, standing at the mouth of a long dark hallway that might have been grand and impressive at one point but now looked dank and worn. "The fuck are we doing here?" he said to the person next to him.

Angel walked forward at this. "You will see... I am going to show you a great example of what we, the WDL, are capable of. If you will follow me... And do try not to listen to the screams you hear. They are demons calling out to you, trying to trick you and bind you to be a slave."

Devin eyed the numerous side doors warily, expecting a Demon gimp to suddenly burst out of one and try to drag him inside. "Riiiiight, so this is just the build up to some grand point you are trying to make that will fill me with faith and fanaticism?" He barely managed to contain his snort of amusement.

"You have been faithful, brother... If it weren't for your prayers, you would probably be dead right now."

Devin made a neutral 'Hmmm' sound in the back of his throat as he followed his brother through a door that looked in much better condition than the others in the hallway. "So what is so important to the WDL that you keep it in a place that looks like its seen less action than a dick-less hermit?"

Angel stopped before a door. "... Well, I believe this will answer everything. His name..." Angel rose a foot and kicked the door open. "... Is Deon Morris."

"Oh great, it's the Douche-bag again...". Deon looked up from the floor, his eyes glittering with amusement. "So, what 'torture' will it be today, eh? Oh, and nice to know how much you love me".

Devin looked between the two in obvious confusion, "I thought this guy was on our side? Or at least, not on theirs."

"He is a demon... A scum of the earth who must know his place." Angel then turned back to Deon at this. "I'd like to introduce you to my brother... Samuel D'Brightaine."

Deon blinked, before grinning. "Ohohohoho~ Nice to meet you, Samuel. IF that's your real name of course~". Deon smirked, and spoke to Angel. "Better than using a false identity, eh Angel?". Deon grinned at the mockery of Angel's name.

Devin frowned at the chained man, then at his brother. "This is why you dragged me here? So we could play twenty questions with this fuckmook?" His eyebrows rose as something occurred to him, "Or did you want me to kill him for you?"

Angel smirked at this. "Oh you can't kill him." He said, before suddenly grabbing a spear next to him and throwing it at Deon's chest. Deon glared at Angel as the Spear went straight through his heart, and he sighed. "The fuck, man?". Then he smirked. "So 'Samuel', how long have you been serving the WDL?"

Devins' eyes widened, "Long enough to know that a spear to the heart kills just about anything." He leaned down to examine the apparently mortal wound. "How are you doing that, wait - scratch that, where in the seven circles of Hell can i get me one of those?"

"Fortunately... He is the last of his damned kind. Don't get too close though... He likes to spit at people like a camel. It's the only thing intelligent enough he can be on par with."

Deon smirked. "Says the man who works for the Company I've evaded for over 1,000 years".

"And look at you now... Responsible for the death of your kind."

"Responsible in what way? For letting Humans go on a killing spree?".

Devin pulled the spear out of Deons' chest and examined the tip closely, "This spearhead is Seraphim Steel, the holiest of metals, why isn't your flesh burning?"

Deon simply smirked. "A Magician never reveals his secrets".

Devin smirked right back and started stabbing him in other places that would normally cause a severe case of death. "Then I shall just have to search you for the answers."

"Enough, Samuel... You cannot do anything to him. I have already taken out his heart, and, well... You can see it's only made him smell worse after I crushed the damn thing."

Deon grinned. "So you let them Brainwash you, eh Devin? Tell me, do you know who Hikari Scarlet is?"

Devin frowned at his brother, then at the bloody grinning fool on the floor and jabbed him in the neck with the spear one more time. "We ask the questions here Mr 'please-stab-me-again', not you." He turned back to his brother "Is there any particular reason we came here then or were you just trying to discourage me from making friends with people like him?"

"A little of both." Angel admitted, walking over to Devin. "Hold out your hand."

Deon snickered. "...Heh, 'Brother'....".

Devin held out his hand warily, keeping the spear ready to stab the asshole on the floor if he tried anything. Angel put down an empty syringe into his hand. Deon knew it all too well. It looked exactly like the syringe Samuel had used to inject himself before. "Take this... And plunge it into his heart. Draw out as much blood as you can, and when it is full... Stab it and inject it into your right arm. Preferably where you can see a vein."

"Pfft, Demon hating organization... Using demon Blood...". Deon smirked. "Hypocrites".

Devin smirked as he drew the blood, "All's fair in Love and War." He looked sideways at his brother as he rolled his sleeve up and then plunged the needle into his elbow, emptying the thick red liquid into it. At this, Devins' veins started to glow red as his arm started to shake violently, feeling like it was burning itself as an aura appeared around him, violently growing in power as his body was suddenly filled with an incredible amount of pain. He couldn't hear, his vision became blurry.

Angel watched Devin start to fall, grabbing the syringe and throwing it aside as he chuckled. "Perfect... As I hoped... The blood is making the Chimera Formula start to go berserk inside his body. Oh, I tried to think of how to make Deon Morris serve me... And then it hit me. Make him responsible for another death. How was it, watching your race die before your eyes? How was it, watching your master die? How was it... To watch Samuel die right in front of you? They all died... Because of you. And now... You have just poisoned Devin Namach, the REAL one."

Deon growled. "Angel, I swear. You're gonna pay for all of this... How did you even GET the Chimera Formula!?"

Angel smirked. "Why, you can't tell?"

"........No way....".

"It was a gift, after all... I only expanded the gift as it was intended to be used."

".....So he's actually serious this time... Fuck..."

"But enough about the Formula..." Angel turned to Devin and smirked. "... What a sweet face to make as he slowly begins to go closer to death's door... How lovely, don't you agree? You have seen people die so many times... And now you lay here, watching Devin suffer as his mind is slowly broken." Angel lazily glanced at his watch. "Only one minute left until his body explodes into a permanent mutation... Tick, tock, tick, tock. Time is running out."

"That's a good song, actually". Deon looked up at Angel and spoke. "Once I get free from these chains..."

"Fifty seconds...."

"...."

"Forty."

"Thirty seconds... Do you admit submission to me yet, Deon?"

"....No....".

"We'll see... Twenty seconds. You have that long to decide."

"..........I hate you so much....".

"Eighteen... Seventeen... Sixteen..."

"..............".

"Thirteen... Twelve..... Eleven..... Ten."

".............".

"Nine."

"Eight."

"Seven."

"Six."

"........."

"Five."

"...."

"Four."

".........."

"Three."

"........"

"Two."

".........."

"One...."

".....Fine.....".

"Fine what, Mr. Morris?"

"Fine.... I...." Deon visibly struggled with the words. "I....."

"You -what-?"

"The Executioner submits...".

"I never asked for the executioner.... I asked for Deon Morris to submit."

"Fine. I submit"

Angel smirked and pressed a button at this. "That's better.... Now he will regain control..."

Devin twitched and flopped around on the floor pathetically as his insides sorted themselves out. Angel chuckled. "... Only a fraction of the Chimera Formula remains in him. But that fraction can become bigger if I injected more... But that won't happen as long as you do what I say, Morris..."

Devin groaned pitifully as he blearily opened his eyes and tried to take in his surroundings. Angel turned towards Devin at this. "Rise... Devin Namach. You have done well." Devin struggled into a sitting position propped up against the wall, he took in the bloody and chained form across from him and the pompous asshole in the doorway, then looked down at the syringe and spear lying on the floor.

"Fuck me, that must have been one hell of a party."

Deon looked over at Devin. "Back to Devin now, eh?".

"No party, Devin... I imagine you remember Arthur, the man who recruited you into the WDL?"

Devin squinted at Deon, "Hey, I know you! Pinky right? I didn't recognize you without a couple of guys beating the crap out of you." He turned to look at Angel, "Yeah, I remember Captain Self-Righteous and his merry band of sycophants." He turned an unnatural pale as the blood drained from his face. "I also remember a blonde psycho-bitch playing head games with me in a limo." He frowned at the floor, "That actually happened didn't it?"

Deon laughed. "Oh man, is Pinky the best you can come up with? That's not even my real name!". Deon snickered.

Devin shrugged carelessly, wincing when his muscles protested. "I heard the stuck up biker-chick call you it and it just seemed appropriate." He glanced at Angel, "So, what the fuck guys? Who volunteered me to play hamster for your little white-coats?"

"It was Arthur's last test for you... To see if you were worthy of becoming a true member of the WDL. A true exorcist. Arthur is gone now, and I lead in his place. He has a reward waiting for you, all I ask..." He paused dramatically. "...is that you transform."

Devin nodded thoughtfully, "Is that all?" He asked nonchalantly. "Why didn't you ask earlier? Here let me just-" he struggled to his feet "-prepare myself." He reached deep into his jacket pockets and then pulled both hands out with his middle fingers raised. "Oh look, it seems you don't have the required skill points to make me transform."

Deon laughed at this, and spoke. "Oh man, I like this guy!".

Angel frowned. "So you would rather let a powerful weapon go to me then obtain it yourself?"

Deon looked at Angel. "...Weapon?".

Devin kicked Deon in the leg with what little force he could muster, "That's for fucking me up with your blood." He turned back to Angel, "Trust me, if I knew how to become a bad-ass Hellspawn there would be a lot more dead people in this room."

"Do it anyway. Or the weapon Arthur wanted you to have will be long gone."

Deon smirked. "Hey, I ain't the dickhead who took it without reading the warning labels! In other words; You done goofed!"

Devin ignored Deons' taunts and focused on the most important things, getting his hands on whatever Arthur 'I'm-the-strongest-man-in-the-world-except-i'm-dead-now' wanted to give him, and how the hell he was going to get away from this crazy motherfucker. "What sort of weapon are we talking about?

"Well... Imagine something like a sword. But that's all I'll tell you. Transform - now."

Devin glared at the self-important shit-stain in front of him. Who the hell did he think he was to order him about, the last guy who tried that got a knife between his ribs. 'Enough of this dicking around, I'm gonna rip his head off and shit down his throat.' As he though this Devin's body twisted and rippled, his muscles and bones shifting and growing into a demonic parody of an exoskeleton. With a thought Devin willed himself across the space between them, reappearing with an angry hiss. His burning yellow eyes conveyed a very clear message to the human as he raised his clawed hand to strike. Angel drew out Excalibur in a blur and pierced it's tip into Devins' chest. Pulling it out just as quick, the form Devin was in shattered and the pieces were absorbed back into his body, all the while Angel lazily put Excalibur back into it's sheath.

Devin screamed bloody rage as he fell to his knees, the shock of transforming and then shattering being too much for his already weakened form. He glared defiantly at Angel, "That's the last time you stick me with something dick-wad, now give me what is mine."

Angel smirked. "I am sort of impressed. You were able to take control... But, do you feel, better now? Almost... Reborn, in a way?" True to his word, Devin was slowly feeling better... And with it, he felt power. Power he had never had before. His body felt lighter, he felt like he could jump higher then ever before.

"I don't know how strong you have become, but, as far as I understand... When a demon takes control over his demon form, he gains some sort of... Power up, if you will. Now, I do believe I owe you... A reward. So, why not give you two?" With that, Angel snapped his fingers and the door they entered in opened with four figures walking in, holding two wrapped objects...

Devin rose to his feet slowly, not quite trusting anything at the moment, having gone from excruciating pain to blissful numbness and back again so many times today that he had lost count. He walked over to the four new figures and motioned to what they were carrying. "Come on then, show me what you've got."

One of the figures hissed from behind it's helmet at him as it and its partner slowly placed the larger object down first. "You will recognize this object as a sword... Open it." The two figures hissed again, and unwrapped the bindings to reveal a familiar sword laying there.

Deon watched the entire scene unfold, and sighed. "Great...."

"I believe you will sort of know this Sword." Angel glanced towards Deon at this. "After all.... The phoenix over there use to wield it, before I took it from his sheath."

The two other figures came forward and placed the other object down, throwing the bindings off to reveal two pistols that were smoking. Upon the bindings being released off of them, they gave a demonic growl as a sinister aura came off of them.

"Constructed, just for you... The newest demon weapon we've made..."

Devin reached in and picked up a pistol in each hand, hefting them slightly to get a feel for their weight, before settling them on his hips where they stayed of their own accord. Then he went over to the other weapon, the legendary Mokou, picked it up and swished it around a few times, before smirking at Deon and slapping it onto his back, where it stayed as if sheathed. "I'll take good care of this for you, until you find you have need of it again." Then he remembered the spear still lying on the floor and snapped his fingers, causing it to fly towards his hand where he caught it in mid air and then slung it over his other shoulder, point down and stuck fast. "Well, it's been a pleasure gents. We should do this again sometime, how about never?"

Angel smirked. "Oh no, you seem to be mistaken. By accepting those weapons, you have just promised to fight tomorrow... And if you don't show up, well... It's not going to look good for the Namach family."

Devin burst out laughing at the piss-poor attempt at a threat. "Oh you poor misinformed bastard. What makes you think I care what happens to the 'Namach Family'?" He wiped a fake tear of mirth from his eye. "They can burn in Hell for all I care, I washed my hands of them a long time ago."

Angel frowned at this. "... So you would rather die then fight for me?"

"At this rate it looks to me like I'm going to end up dead one way or another, I've almost died twice and the day's not even over yet. What exactly do you expect me to fight anyway? It's not like I know how to use any of the stuff you just gave me."

"How about your former friend... Ashley Clade?"

"The whacked out biker-chick? That bitch has more issues than playboy magazine, why would I fight her?"

"What would you want in return for fighting for me? Name it, and I can give it to you... Perhaps I'll even let you have the dumb girl as a token of my gratitude."

Devin frowned thoughtfully for a moment before speaking, "Now I know you've got it in for me. Not only do you want me to stick my neck out for you again, but the incentive you offer is a crazy-woman who's more likely to slit my throat while I sleep than give me the time of day." He laughed humorlessly. "You cannot give me what I want, but if the choices are fight or die, I'll fight and take what I can get." He paused. "I had a really nice knife once, it was as long as my forearm and shiny like a mirror." He sighed "It's probably in some rich bastards display case by now." He shook himself out of his memories. "Anyway, short blades are the only thing I've worked with before so if you can get me some new steel, that would be appreciated."

"You'll fight with the weapons you've got... Unless you want to spend the night here, sleeping under a bleeding carcass."

"I figured as much, you don't seem like the accommodating sort." He glanced at Deon slumped in the corner. "If I win I get the Clade girl and I get the pin-cushion over there. Those are my terms."

Deon looked up, and smirked. "So you're gonna torture me, eh?..... Damn...".

"Fine... But you will be watching over Deon tonight. If he escapes, I will find you." With that, Angel headed for the door, the four figures following.

Devin smirked at Angels' back as he left the room, then turned around and slid down the wall until he was sitting facing Deon. "Fuck a duck, that guy is nuts." He looked up at Deon and gave a half smile, "Do me a favor and don't escape tonight, If I die then you and the Clade girl are right fucked."

Deon returned the smile, and went to extend his hands before realizing his chains wouldn't let him. "Well, I'd better introduce myself properly, eh? And trust me, I'm fucked either way. I'll be sitting tight anyways." Deon smirked. "Right, Deon Morris, Leader of the Spec Ops Division of the Renegades. Nice to officially meet ya, Mr Namach." Deon smirked. "Or should I say, 'Little Bro'?"

Devin shrugged carelessly and leaned his head back against the wall. "Say what you like, it makes no difference to me." He fixed Deon with an intense stare. "They all hate you but most of them don't know why, they just hate because they are told they should." He snorted. "Zealots. What do these Renegades do that makes them different from the wankers around here?"

At this, a loud roar could be heard, along with some grumbling that passed by them. "Deon Morris... Gaea will crush you.... Gaea knows you are near.... Gaea will snuff you out like a bug." The giant form of Gaea walked by, restricted and dying in his current form, Gaea was dragged along towards a near by cell.

Deon smirked. "Well for starters we don't lock innocent people up or-.... Well shit, it's Him again..." He cupped his hands around his mouth. "YO GAEA! IN HERE!" He snickered. He could use this to his advantage.

Devin just raised an eyebrow in silent question.

Deon looked to Devin and grinned wider. "Let's just say he's an... old acquaintance of mine." Deon laughed a little, and continued. "The Renegades believe that it's not what you are that makes you, but how you act. We give everyone a fair go even if they're a Demon, and we only act if they're a proven threat to Humanity or other stuff. Think of us as the WDL, except less wanker-ish and less enthusiastic to lock people up. It's... hard to explain, actually..." Deon smirked. "It's been a while since we last saw each other. What've you been doing?"

Gaea looked over at them and growled. "Deon Morris! Gaea should destroy you where you lay, but Gaea has other means of doing so!"

Deon smirked. "Love you too, babe."

Devin smiled faintly at the description of the Renegades. "Sounds like you're a regular bunch of boy scouts. Me? That crazy fucker knocked me over the head the day that we got here. I've been chilling in a giant test tube since then and he only woke me up today. Which reminds me, what day is it?"

Gaea slammed his hand down at this, making the ground shake underneath them.

Devin growled deep in his throat, "Shut the fuck up you overgrown hunk of rock, we're trying to have a conversation in here!"

Deon blinked. "Well shit... I have no idea.... Hehehehhahahahahaha!". Deon laughed, and his eyes shone. "Oh man, you're not half bad, ya know?" He grinned slyly. "Funny thing is, I can leave at any time."

Gaea rumbled. "Should Gaea make another child, just so he can crush you for me? That would bring back honor to Gaea's family..."

Devin eyed the chains attached to his cell mate disbelievingly, "It sure doesn't look that way to me."

Deon grinned. "You think I want to make it obvious?". Suddenly, Deon's hand slipped through the chain and it fell, useless, to the floor beside him. Deon smirked. "Magic."

Devin's eyebrows rose towards his hairline, "Two things, Number one: how did you do that!? Number Two: what's with big and ugly out there, did you run over his dog or something?"

Deon smirked. "One, A Magician never reveals his secrets, and two...". Deon turned to Gaea. "Yo man, want a rematch? I'll beat you like a I beat those kids on CoD the other day! 1,300 to 1!"

Gaea let out a roar in response and made the floor shake again.

Deon let out a mocking fake roar and turned back to Devin. "Still confused? I'm a Half Demon, your older brother by blood. 1,300 years old and still one of the most dangerous things you'll ever fuck with. I'm also one of the last of my kind...."

"That seems rather contradictory. I poked you full of holes that would have killed anything else, wouldn't something with that sort of power be the dominant species on the planet?"

"Gaea hears you! Gaea can smell you! .... Even though Gaea doesn't have a nose."

Deon sighed. "Sadly no. We.... Well, let's just say that our genes are... pretty darn selective, just like those of a Nue. We can only breed with certain other Demons, or rarely humans, so yeah...". Deon laughed at Gaea's comment. "And apparently no brain, either!".

"I suppose that explains it, so why stay here and play captive then? If you could just waltz on out any time you like?"

Deon smirked. "As long as I'm here, the others will be alive".

"Gaea will enjoy watching Deon squirm, while his friends die by Angel's hands tomorrow!"

"What others do yo- PUT A ROCK IN IT YOU WALKING PILE OF RUBBLE!" He turned back to Deon. "What others? The Clade girl?"

"Any and all Demons in the entire Renegades. Clade, Ashley, by the way, Keilani, Sebastian, you. Probably everyone I know, actually.... Damn".

"If only the stupid phoenix knew!"

"....." Deon sighed, and summoning one of his guns, shot Gaea straight in the face. "Blockhead."

"But if I win tomorrow, then Angel has to give you to me but still hold up his end of your deal. Right?"

"AGGGHHH!! Deon uses cheap trick on Gaea! Gaea won't tell you Angel and Raphaels' plans now!"

"I hope so." Deon turned to Gaea. "Plans?"

Devin snorted, "Yeah right, Angel tells all his plans to you and I'm gonna propose on bended knee to the Clade girl tomorrow."

"Angel didn't tell Gaea! Gaea heard stupid angel boy and stupid human talking while Gaea was walking past! They thought Gaea was too old to hear them, too dead to care! But Gaea smarter then them! Gaea heard everything!"

Deon turned to Gaea. "Well waddaya know, you might've actually done something good or useful in your entire life. Feel good about it, man. Feel real good. Then tell me".

"Gaea won't tell scum like you! .... Unless.... You do Gaea a favor."

Deon sighed. "A favor?".

Devin huffed in amusement, "Here we go, let me guess, you want us to exact vengeance for you?" He paused for effect. "Or have you got an itch you can't quite reach?"

Deon laughed at Devin's joke. "Yep. Definitely my little Bro".

"Silence, scum! Deon hurt Gaea... So Deon help Gaea... Gaea knows of a special room, where demon weapons are forged. It is said this very room is where Arthur took Excalibur every day! Gaea needs the lava to survive... If Deon helps Gaea get to room... Gaea will tell you as he is preparing for his slumber over night."

Devin eyed Gaea skeptically. "How exactly will we get you to this room? You don't strike me as the stealthy type."

"All WDL soldiers and exorcists are preparing for tomorrow... The room will be unguarded..."

Deon smirked. 'Maaaybe I will."

"Gaea has all day... While you waste time sitting there... Gaea will remain sitting here until you have decided."

"Or I could just ask a certain someone for the plans whenever I like, you know. It's not as much of a one-way deal as you seemed to have thought it was, Gaea." Deon's eyes glinted mischievously, and his smiled seemed a little devilish.

"As you wish... But Gaea will enjoy watching Deon suffer as he was too late to save his brothers and sisters."

Devin snorted in morbid amusement. "You're surprisingly cruel for a talking lump of stone, you know that?"

Deon simply pulled out his other Revolver, and shot Gaea in the face again. "Silence, or I'll silence you permanently".

"AGGGHHH!!!"

There was silence for a moment before Devin finally asked the question that had been bursting to get out since he entered the room.

"So... do you come here often?"