"To be human is to make mistakes."
Dirty Paws | Of Monsters and Men
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"Blithe, I trust you will succeed in bringing Yue back." Blithe nodded, in order for her to go, Zinnia needed to sleep. Madame Pomfrey walked over with a cup of warm milk, the smell of honey and lavender thick in the air. The Elder Council surrounded Yue, watching the child to make certain that she would make it through the night. "You've got until sunrise, then we will interference." Ulrich warned, his voice a low growl. Zinnia nodded, taking the brew and sipping it quickly, scalding her tongue, her stomach feeling warm. She placed the cup down, having drained its contents and quickly began to nod off, Blithe holding her hand. "It won't hurt, I promise," she smiled, brushing red hair out of Zinnia's eyes. In order to go to this place, because she was contracted to this world, Blithe would have to take Zinnia's soul with her.
It took only a moment, in the space of a blink, Blithe had transported herself into the land between life and death, a landscape that only the most warped of creatures could survive in, banished from hell, but not allowed to enter the human realm. Almost instantly Blithe could smell the repugnant stench of fear and uncertainty thick in the air. It was hard for souls who were trapped here to leave. Blithe knew this place well, she had been here on various assignments from the previous General, when she had served as his tool and underling. She much preferred her current boss, but Blithe was in no rush to return. At least, not until sunrise.
The General inhaled, feeling her strength returning. It wasn't the full effect of course, her abilities were strongest in Hell, but this power would suffice. Blithe strode forward, she used the scent of fear to navigate, that, and the smell of Yue's soul. It was distinctly discernible from the other damned creatures. "I'm coming, Yue," Blithe headed on wards, other creatures sensing her, steering clear and wisely so. Blithe was not in the mood to play with the creatures, she would cut down anyone in hr way. As she walked, a blue blaze consumed her, her street clothing burning away to reveal the uniform of a General, her cape fluttering in the hazy wind. Several glowing orbs floated around her, illuminating the dark path.
Whatever had taken Yue had dragged her into the depths of this land. She sniffed the air, taking a long inhale and changing directions. Yes, this way, she was certain of it. Her boots crunched across bone and ash, once belonging to creatures of many shapes and sizes, their souls unable to move on. Bound to this place, it was the worst fate one could imagine for both demons and mages. At long last, the scent began to grow stronger and Blithe found herself coming to a stop. Atop a pedestal made of a hazy gray material, Yue lay, appearing to be in agony. Unfortunately for her, a most grievous creature stood guard, a chain snaking between the two with a heavy metal clang.
"Rainarch," Blithe's tail swished in disinterest. This beast was of no consequence, although she, herself had never fought against him, the General was confident in her position that she would be able to wipe him out of existence. "I'm not a slave, not like you." A slave to the darkness she meant of course, Zinnia had given Blithe the option of wiping out their contract when the weakness had set in. She hadn't believed herself to be strong enough to maintain a contract between herself and the demon. That was what Blithe had most admired about her, that she wasn't giving up, but she recognized her own weakness.
"Actually Rainarch, my Master has taken a liking to this human. I'm going to bring her back, you can try to stop me, but I'll crush you."