Alice Iris's Story

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▒Sunday rarely slept through the night, always fearing that she'd awake to find Alice gone, much like her father but to her relief she was always there, curled up in a small ball in front of her, tucked beneath her clutching her favorite doll. The small thing had seen better days but Sunday couldn’t bring herself to take it from her, it wasn't like she could go and buy her a new doll. The world was torn in two, and merged into some sick parody of what it used to be.

The sky seemed to be always in an overcast, sometimes hued with an orange glow. Those were fires. There always seemed to be a fire, a large one that lit the sky ominously. At least it was a constant. That was something Sunday could only hope for nowadays. People came and went, lived and died. Her father's men were always coming back with less than when they left. If they came back at all.
Guilt clutched her heart at the thought. This was all of her fault. Maybe not directly as her father always expressly stated but she couldn't help it. She should have been able to stop him, she should have at the very least known what he was up to. Or something. She shared a bed with the monster that torn the world apart, caused the death of so many, enslaving her race, murdering others, and worse, giving the throne to her mother.... even if he did bring one life in the world even if he didn't know it, it wouldn't make up for the lives lost.
At the thought, Sunday brushed a stray hair from her sleeping daughter's face. She looked so much like her father, full pink lips, pale skin that had a warmness that Sunday herself didn't bare. She had her father's brown hair, and but Sunday's dark eyes. Sunday sighed. Sleep was a fleeting friend on a good day, and she wasn't going to be befriending it this night. So she sat up, leaned over and kissed her daughter before ducking out of their shared tent out to a wildly busy camp. She brushed her black hair straight, though it was still a rather stringy mess, she then tugged her leather jacket over her shoulders to shield her alabaster skin from the elements. She didn't dress like she used to. Now all she wore was practical, not frilly things, no lace, not dresses, she would combat boots, cargo pants, and simple tops and a leather jacket. The only thing that resembled her old style was her almost signature bow, and even then she didn't wear it all the time.

She moved through the camp, her goal was to find her fathers' as surely he was awake, as there had been a mission earlier that day, they found a demon stronghold that was far enough from the base of the castle that could push their perimeter a little bigger. It wasn't in compared to the whole world under the rule of the demons but it was a win nonetheless.

"Evening, Princess." called a soldier who had been walking with a group of others. She gave a soft smile and a simple nod as she continued on her way.

"Isn't she a demon?" She heard one whispered. "Hush, yes, but she is Simon's daughter and half fae, she's on our side." said the one that spoke to her. "Tsk, I don't trust no demon, half or not, I hear she's the daughter of the Demon Bitch."
"That's sounds like an awful lot like treason, Childress."
"It's not, I'm just saying, won't see me getting friendly with the halfling."

Sunday sighed, blocking out the rest of that conversation. If they only knew how connected she was to the opposition, if they did, neither she or her daughter would be safe. Most of the rebellion felt that way about her. Luckily, a lot of them were Fae so they couldn't lie, so she knew who trusted her and who did not. Unfortunately, that meant she knew how little in number the former was.
She reached her father's tent and smiled when she saw him, addressing a group of generals on their latest attack plan. She was one of them, but she was still his daughter and he insisted she rest, and spend time with her daughter. Neither of those things she was opposed to but only one she was capable of.

"Father, Generals." She said and the other greeted her, all with smiles or nods. Thankfully they trusted her, they've seen her in battle. Not many expected the small girl to be so vicious in her fighting, especially when it came ot her own kind but as the solider said, she renounced the demon half of her, and if her grandmother was still around, she would have asked her to bind it so that whatever demon power she had, would be gone and she'd only be able to access her fae half.

"I did not know you were meeting this night, I would have liked to be present for that." She said, though she could hear the exhaustion in her voice, felt it in her body, and surely it bruised the skin beneath her eyes. The other Generals looked to Simon, not wanting to over step though a few of them gave her a few apologetic smiles.

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▒"Rahmiel," He spoke and Sashi nodded, though the touch of his hand sent the Loa into a frenzy. Familiar.... they hissed in her mind and she had to fight to listen to him, they were so loud. She knew him, but of course she didn't remember. There was shit she could do about it. What was she going to say? Hey, do you remember me, by any chance.
"And you're very welcome, Sashi. It's a pleasure to meet you." He said and she gave a quick nod, allowing her hand to fall to her side as they walked. Images flashed in her mind for the small silence. She saw a house, large, too big to be a house but it felt like a home. She saw figures. A man, she'd seen him in these visions before but it was like looking up though water, everything was distorted, she couldn't make out his features. She'd dreamt of this man, but she never remembered the dream. Then she saw a girl, again, same distortion but she was new. She had a lot of hair, but she could tell it was a female, but she just knew that this was a young girl, she cared for her, she just knew, just like she knew that she cared for the blurryfaced man. Then pain, That damned aching pain she felt in her stomach every time she thought of the man, but it was stronger now with the girl. Who was that girl? Why she did only appear now? After meeting Rahmiel.... It was then that she realized he was speaking. "Huh?" She muttered before his question registered. "Mind if I ask what you were doing out here alone?" he asked.b]"No offense meant, but you don't look much like a traveller."[/b] He asked and she chewed her on inner cheek. "I'm more of a wanderer, I guess...I don't really have a destination, so I just walk....eat when I can, sleep when I can, and walk." She said with a shrug before her hand went to her stomach. The pain was too much. too strong. The Loa were buzzing frantically to the point where she hissed in pain and doubled over. clutching her stomach. She panted, trying to breath through the pain, but it was no use. She felt as if she were being stabbed, over and over again. "Calm down...." She spoke but she wasn't talking to herself, but the Loa. They were fighting for dominance, but she didn't know why. She hadn't called on anyone of them, nor did was she in any danger....she hoped. Was it the vision? "Follow the white rabbit." The Loa crooned, this was one voice this time, not many, one she recognized. Ghede Linto....he knew the future. He was fighting to get her attention. Follow the white rabbit "Please, calm down...." She pleaded and it was at that moment a small child popped through the brush, and looked squarely at Rahmiel. Sashi's eyes went wide and the pain ceased almost immediately and even the Loa calmed. Sashi stood slowly, looking at the little girl. She had to be no older than 7 or 8 and....Sashi's eyes went wide. She was clutching a white rabbit in a waistcoat, "Hey, Little one...Where'd you come from?" She asked but the little girl didn't look at her, just stared intently at Rahmiel, almost she if she knew him.

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"I'm more of a wanderer, I guess...I don't really have a destination, so I just walk... eat when I can, sleep when I can, and walk."

There were many things that Rahmiel wanted to ask her in that moment. He liked to respect people and their privacy, but he was a curious being regardless. Before his mouth could even form the words, she was doubling over in pain. He halted immediately, watching her with a somewhat startled expression, before his eyes narrowed doubtfully. This was perhaps the worst time for his distrustful habits to kick in, and much that he wanted to walk over and help her, his feet wouldn't carry him forward. He watched as she spoke, seemingly to herself but he couldn't be sure, and he tensed as a result, preparing himself enough that if he needed to use his magic he could so at a moment's notice.

Rahmiel was so wrapped up in whatever Sashi was doing that he barely even noticed the child that appeared until Sashi began to straighten up, her wide eyes directed elsewhere. Confused by this, he attempted to follow her gaze, and that's when he spotted her. She was young, but her features were strangely familiar. He thought for a second that he might've encountered one of her parents before, maybe on his travels, but if that was the case, where were they now? She looked to be alone, but again, he could never truly know.

Her stare was unmoving; Rahmiel felt himself almost squirming beneath it for some odd reason. It felt as if he had butterflies in his stomach, and much that he tried to maintain his composure, his eyes gave him away immediately, displaying a mixture of fear and caution.

Sashi had already attempted to communicate with her, but she said nothing and continued to stare at him, so he swallowed his strange emotions and lowered himself down to one knee, his head habitually tilting to one side, as he began his own attempt. He didn't even know what he might say to the child, so he settled for the first thing that popped into his mind at that particular moment in time. "It's dangerous for you to be out here alone, kid," he said in a gentle voice, then hesitated a little. "Where are your parents? Are they around?

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"It's dangerous for you to be out here alone, kid," The man said. Alice knew very well who this man was, he changed his face, his skin, his hair but she knew. She took a step toward him, Mr. White clutched in her arms. Mr. White was the one who told her where to go. How to sneak out of the camp so she could find him. Mr. White was a smart rabbit. "Where are your parents? Are they around?"

Alice opened her mouth to speak, but Mr. White looked up at her, pinkish red eyes warning her. She was the only one who could see him move....Maybe the man could? Alice looked at him, studying his face before nodding. She reached out her hand to him, Mr. White hanging on her other arm. She reached up at the man.

"I think she wants you to pick her up." said the woman. Alice finally looked at her and smiled, as if to say. Yes, you're right.

"Rahmiel...We...I have to follow her." The woman said and Alice looked at her. She was still hurting. Alice could hear the bees. Alice put her arms down and moved to the woman, who knelled down to her, though she was still weak and aching. "You want us to take you home? To your... Mommy?" She offered and Alice nodded once, and then placed a hand on the woman's face. "Shhh..." She said and the woman's eyes went wide. "How...How did you do that?" She stammered and shook her head. "How did you even know? can you hear them?"

Alice nodded again, only once before saying. "Buzz Buzz." The woman's face went white as she braced herself against a tree. Her mind was quiet for now. Alice liked the quiet. "Thank you." She said and Alice merely smiled and walked over to the man again, raising her arms to him so that he could pick her up like she wanted. "Up?"

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Rahmiel watched with mild curiosity as the child stopped herself, her eyes suddenly on the doll that she held in her arms. His confused frown deepened some. It was just a doll, but she looked at it as if it was speaking to her. And if that wasn't enough, she then held her arms up to him. He was no fool, he knew exactly what she was after, and it was as this thought popped into his mind that he stood up. He wasn't good with children in the first place, he certainly didn't need to be picking up random kids he encountered in the woods. "I think she wants you to pick her up," Sashi began, and while the child smiled her agreement, Rahmiel shot her a glare sharper than steel. "Rahmiel... We... I have to follow her," she continued after a moment.

He chewed his lip thoughtfully, still looking at her. This would be problematic, he thought. He was not unwilling to allow the child to travel with them; much that he did not like children, he would never leave one to suffer alone. But to follow her? That was entirely different story, and he was much less willing.

The girl once again entered his field of vision, and he watched the interaction between the two of them with an impatient yet somehow still thoughtful frown. Upon observing the two it seemed to be that whatever the little girl had done, it had taken away Sashi's pain, whatever the cause may have been. Though he was listening very carefully to their words, and whatever capacity for placing trust in either of them was very rapidly decreasing.

It wasn't long before the child turned her attention to Rahmiel once again, arms raised as she made her way to him. "Up?" she asked, which caused Rahmiel to click his teeth and shake his head, taking a short step backwards. "You've got your own legs, kid. Use them," he snapped, not meaning it to come across quite as harsh as it did. Still, even after acknowledging his unnecessary tone, his expression softened not a bit. He didn't appreciate being in this situation, and truth be told he really just wanted to up and walk away from the two of them; let them solve their own problems out. But he promised himself he would help those who need helping, so he couldn't. "You said you want to go back to your mother, and we'll take you there, okay? But after that, should my services no longer be of use, we part ways." His eyes flickered to Sashi for a mere second, and sighed as he turned his gaze back to the girl. He half-heartedly gestured forward. "After you."

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▒ "You've got your own legs, kid. Use them," Alice's face fell as when he moved from her. Why was he so mean? She dropped her hands at her side and frowned at him. Not sadly, but bitterly. "Up?" She asked again but Mr. White told her to stop. "You said you want to go back to your mother, and we'll take you there, okay? But after that, should my services no longer be of use, we part ways." She huffed, before reaching up and taking his hand after he spoke to the lady again. Maybe if he thought of Mommy, then he'd pick her up. She had to take him to see Mommy, Mommy would be happy to see him. Even if he didn't have the same face anymore. Snatching his hand, she narrowed her eyes, and showed him Mommy, Mommy smiling, Mommy singing her songs, and then Mommy crying softly, in her sleep, sometimes when Mommy thought Alice was asleep.

When she was finished showing him Mommy, she dropped her hand and moved to the lady with the bees in her head. She looked up at her and smiled softly. "Up?" She asked and she smiled. "Sure." the lady said though she looked alittle scared. The lady picked her up and cradled her against her chest, Alice's head resting on her shoulder. Alice liked this lady.

The lady then gasped a little, and Alice could see what she saw. She saw Mommy, though she didn't know it was Mommy, her face was all blurry, but Alice knew. Alice looked her in the face. "Mommy?" She said, placing a hand on her the lady's cheek. She frowned. "Um...We're-We're gonna take you to your mommy." She told her and Alice shook her head, before rising a finger to her head and tapping, then brushed her fingers over her eyes. "No....Mommy." she said again and the lady looked at her and swallowed. "You saw? That girl....is your Mommy?" She asked and Alice was pleased, she simply laid her head on her shoulder and sighed. The lady didn't know what to do. ""Um....My name...is Sashi, What's your name?" She asked her and Alice looked at the man again, not rising her head to Sashi. "Alice." Was all she said.

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Sunday couldn't say what she made of her father's attitude. Sure she did have to speak with him in order to keep her word, and she probably wouldn't have giving the mood he was in and the way he barked at her, but there was still so much more she wanted to say. He was upset that she took the title of Queen. It was her birthright and sh was Fae is wasn't untrue. Why did that bother him so much? Was that what he thought she wanted? It wasn't. Not in the least. She didn't want to be Queen, she didn't want to be princess. She wanted..well, she didn't know what she wanted, not entirely. She wanted her Grandmother. She always had the answers for everything. She could talk to her when her Father was being impossible like he was now. Sunday wondered if it was the pressure of leading. Grandmother had told her once that she'd been grooming him to lead, but that didn't mean he was ready for it. Maybe that was it? Maybe the pressure was too much, along with a good percentage of his family was either dead, missing or captured. His twin was gone, both of the loves her had were killed, all by the same woman.

It finally clicked. He was seeing her mother...in her. That's why he was so angry with her. It had to be. He was seeing glimpses of her mother in her. Perhaps he thought power would corrupt her too, make her into that wretched woman.

She would not allow that. She couldn't allow her father to see her that way. That woman has been the bane of his existence and she would not allow herself to be a constant reminder of her.

All of this was what Sunday was thinking when her father spoke to Asmos. She snapped out of it just in time to hear him insult him. "Yes... You are the one who slayed my prince. Do forgive me but I was suspecting more. Well not to say that hearing the mighty Demon Slayer throw a tantrum wasn't an interesting experience." Asmos said and Sunday shot him a glare. She wouldn't speak on her father's behalf anymore, she promised she wouldn't, but by the gods she wanted to say something. All she could do was glare at him as her father went on. His shadows slithered angrily, ready to lash out at Asmos.

"You requested an audience," Her father said and Sunday just watched, her arms folded, leaning some, against the tent wall. Suddenly, Sunday felt a cold panic wash over her. Like being dosed with ice water. She sat up, her arms falling to her side. She didn't know what it was, but she grew more and more panicked. She didn't hear anything her father said, until her said. "Believe it or not, you are at the very bottom of my list of priorities right now. So make your choice, Demon, and as I said before, let us have done with this." He went on and Sunday looked around, wrapping her arms around herself. What was this?

Then images flashed in her mind, her memories, none of it made sense it was as if she was watching herself through someone else's eyes. Her eyes went wide. She was...it was someone small, and someone with the the ability to manipulate the mind.

"Alice." Sunday breathed before stumbling toward the her and Alice's tent in a hurry. She pulled back the tarp, nearly taken the whole thing down, as she ducked inside and shuffled through the blankets. Of course she was not there. She knew she wasn't, but where in all Hells was she. Sunday tore out of the tent,and back to her father, not really caring for Asmos at the moment. "Alice is missing" She said, tears glossing her eyes. "I'm gong to find her." She said, It was not a request, or her asking permission. She was just letting him know. Without waiting for a response, Sunday took a few steps away from anyone, and spread her wings. She looked up, before jumping, pumping her wings, getting airborne and took off with a loud whoosh
"Mommy's coming, Alice, Mommy's coming."

You requested an audience, I have granted you this... Now, if you mean to stand there and mock me, I would happily have you escorted out of this camp and you can freely return from whence you came, or, you can tell me why you came here demanding my presence and we can both be on our way. I really do have other affairs that also require my attention. Believe it or not, you are at the very bottom of my list of priorities right now. So make your choice, Demon, and as I said before, let us have done with this

This was a proper response. The pure menace that was oozing of the Fae was impressive. He remained in a calm state while still giving of exactly what he was feeling. Of course he was nowhere near the caliber of his beloved queen, but it was suitable enough. He was definitely showing who it was that was in the dominant position. But it seemed that Asmos words did not only affect Simon. Asmos could see the aggresion all around him. Several of the Fae guards was exuding even more hatred than before, And the glare he was receiving from Sunday was nothing in short of deadly. But suddenly something happened to the princess, Her pupils became dilated. Until she suddenly snapped out of it.

Alice.

She stammered.

Alice is missing. I'm going to find her.

And she flew. In a moment, Before anyone could react or speak she had disappeared. Straight into the sky, With only a short image of her wings.

Asmos couldn't help himself, he chuckled lightheartedly. Well, As lightheartedly as a Demon of his caliber could chuckle. And that chuckle quickly grew into a loud laugh, A good five seconds passed with a loud gloomy laugh echoing trough the camp. Finally Asmos calmed himself. Ohhh.. Hehe, I must say, You certainly have your hands full. Lord, how the Fae have fallen. I apologize for that. Asmos lightly bowed his head. I will give you a small relief Simon, I came here to give you aid. I suppose you have not heard of me, but i'm sure your "Daughter" knows. And I can promise you, My aid is something that you seem to painfully need. And Asmos was being honest, If there was anyone more well versed in the Demon and Remei ways of fighting than Asmos then they would have already been made generals. I do think you have some things to deal with, So allow me to give you one thing: Do not, Attack that Stronghold, It will be the end of you. A short moment of absolute dread was surrounding Asmos last words, He was dead serious. But suddenly that attitude disappeared. Now if you don't mind, My little charge here was quite tiring. So I would gladly be placed in the arrest until we can resume this little meeting, Hopefully then it will be a little more.. Secluded. And truly, Asmos had several meanings behind his casual words. One, Something was happening, Something that would make his gamble much more difficult. Two this would give him time, time to plan his negotiation. And Third, This was no place to share valuable information.

And with that, Asmos could only hope that Simon would not just simply demand of Asmos to talk or promptly execute him.

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Alec suddenly felt a small hand clasping his own, causing him to look down at the young girl as she scowled up at him. He fought every instinct to snatch his hand back, and had to remind himself that she was only a child. But even so, if he had chosen to act on his urges, the images that filled his mind would have stolen his focus regardless. What he saw left him stunned.

Soon enough she'd returned her attention to Sashi, but Alec hadn't moved a muscle in that time. His heart was pounding and it wasn't for the longest time that he could actually breathe. When he did, his eyes shifted to the pair, paying attention long enough to catch the tail end of their conversation.

"Um... My name... is Sashi. What's your name?"

"Alice."

It took him a moment, admittedly, but once he started to piece it together, he felt his stomach churn. She was staring at him, he knew, but his eyes were darting left and right as he searched his memories for one in specific. If he remembered correctly, he and Sunday had been sitting together in the Hotel's lobby, before she had discovered his involvement in the war... She'd said something back then, something that sent his mind reeling in the present. "I like the name Alice." She'd said. "If we have a daughter, I want to name her Alice."


For a split moment, Alec thought the idea so ridiculous he actually laughed, raising a hand to his forehead. There was no way, the child was far too old. If she was his... she'd be a baby still, surely. Though as he thought about it some more, his expression dropped quite quickly. They lived in a bizarre world, there might be many reasons why a child could age beyond expectation. And even if he wasn't sure, the girl seemed to be. He took a moment or two to look at Alice, picking out the features that most reminded him of Sunday. They shared similarities, that much could not be denied.

Eventually he just shook his head. There was no way. Releasing a loud sigh, Alec ran a hand over his hair and turned back to the both of them, regaining his composure. "Which direction are we going in, then?" he asked Alice. "The sooner we get you home, the better."

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▒Alice smiled as he flitted through his mind, trying to find the memories. She smiled bigger when he found the right one. It was Mommy's favorite. She thought it all the time, everything she read to her, and every quiet moment when she thought she was sleeping. He looked different now but he was still the same person.

He soon asked where they needed to go, and she knew that she made him uncomfortable. Sashi looked at him with a scrunched up nose but didn't say anything to him. Alice heard was she was thinking, though.
Alice looked up and she could hear the panicked thoughts before the beat of the wings. They didn't have to go anywhere but...
"Up." Alice said before Sashi had time to speak. Sashi frowned. "Sorry, sweetness but I can't fly so um, we can go forward." She offered but Alice sat up, looking toward the sky, the wind picked up and she smiled. "Mommy" She said just before the dark wings blocked the moon and she landed, her large wings kicking up wind and grass. Sashi held her tight for a moment as the wind blew against her.

"Alice!" Mommy called and Sashi let her down so Alice could walk up to her. Mommy scooped her up and held her tight, Alice hugged her back "Don't you ever scare Mommy like that, do you hear me?" She said and Alice nodded. "Yes, Mommy. Mr. White told me where to go" Alice said, shrugged with the white rabbit in her arms. She turned her head and looked to him and Sashi. Mommy looked at the man first, and then Sashi. Her eyes went wide.
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"What...How....Sashi?" The woman that looked eerily similar to Sashi blinked and Sunday knew. She knew it truly was her but how? She died. She died long before the world changed. Sashi looked at Alice and then back to her. "Y-You know me?" she said and Sunday looked down at her daughter who was smiling at both her and the man behind Sashi. Sunday tried to swallow her tears. "Y-yes, yes, I do." She said and Sashi frowned and stepped forward but then she suddenly clutched her stomach. Sunday started forward but Sashi held up a hand. "I can't remember." She said and Sunday sighed. "I can help you."
"No, I mean, I can't remember, everytime I tried,..it hurts." She said and she clutched her stomach and Sunday gulped. Whatever it was, it started from where she was murdered, she clutched the area where her wretched mother plunged in her dagger. Sunday shook her head, trying to keep tears from falling.
["Alright, I might know someone who can help, if you'd like. She said and her mind went to her father. He was going to be thrilled and heart-broken the same when he saw her. He loved Sashi and held her when she died, he'd never been the same since. She didn't know what he'd do when he saw her. "I'd like that."" She said and stood up straight and then looked back at the man to whom Sunday forgot was there. She gave a tight smile. "I'm sorry, I'm Sunday, Sunday Davenport, You'll have to forgive me, I'm...a little confused, Thank you...Both, for keeping my daughter...she can be a bit odd." She confessed knowing Alice wouldn't mind. She was staring at the man with an odd, knowing look but Sunday was much too emotionally drained for her daughter's oddity. "You are welcome to my camp...Neither of you are demons so you'll be safe and If my daughter trust you to speak in front of you, then you aren't a danger to us." She nodded with a weak smile. Alice knew people in ways no one wanted to be known, she knew secrets, the very inner thoughts of a person if she felt safe enough to stay and wait for her to find her, then she knew they would be safe. "If I may ask your name, to thank you properly." She said and felt something familiar coming from this man. he'd never seen his face before but his presence, it was familiar.

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Alec didn't pay either of them much mind until the sound of beating wings filled the near silence. By pure instinct he backed away, arms freeing themselves from the confines of his cloak while his hands were ready at a moment's notice to reach into his storage for a weapon, that was until he caught a glimpse of her face. Not even a second had passed before Alec cursed, still backing away until his back hit the closest tree. From then on he was still, listening to the interactions but not really taking any of it in, except for one very predominant piece of information... This child was Sunday's. But was she also of his own blood?

"I'm sorry, I'm Sunday, Sunday Davenport. You'll have to forgive me, I'm... a little confused. Thank you... both, for keeping my daughter... she can be a bit odd." Sunday explained, but he hadn't looked at her for a long time. His eyes were on Alice only, and she was also staring back at him. The facts were right there in front of him, but still he was having a hard time believing it fully; so much information was missing. He still worried, and it was this worry that made his blood run cold. "You are welcome to my camp... Neither of you are demons so you'll be safe and if my daughter trust you to speak front of you, then you aren't any danger to us." Alec finally looked up at Sunday, having gone oddly pale, but didn't give her any indication that he would accept her invitation. How could he not, though? He needed to know if Alice was truly his child.

"If I may ask your name, to thank you properly." At this, Alec shifted his weight so that he was no longer resting against the tree, but he didn't make any attempt to move closer, and his awkwardness most definitely showed. He was quiet for a few moments as he tried to figure out how to word it without going against his limitations as a fae. "Many know me as Rahmiel nowadays," he finally answered, drawing his cloak back over himself, now more than sure he would not have to jump into combat any second. "But, uh... There's no need for any kind of thanks. I pretty much just stood here and talked," he admitted, combatting the urge to smile awkwardly; instead his eyes moved to Alice once more. "I will accompany you to your camp, however, if it's not too much trouble," he continued, not shifting his gaze even a little bit. "Perhaps I could even assist in your efforts, should my assistance be needed in any way."

Alec didn't know where he was headed with this. In any other circumstance he would have said no, sent Sashi on her merry way and then left them all behind him. But he needed to find out more, and if that meant spending more time around Sunday, then that was just the way of it.

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"Many know me as Rahmiel nowadays," He said and Sunday nodded, with a small, weak smile.
"But, uh... There's no need for any kind of thanks. I pretty much just stood here and talked," He said and she frowned a little, hugging her daughter as his eyes drifted to Alice. Whatever Alice was doing to him, made Sunday uncomfortable. Alice had power too much like her father, she could make a person do anything, even if they didn't want to. "I will accompany you to your camp, however, if it's not too much trouble," he continued, still eying Alice. "Perhaps I could even assist in your efforts, should my assistance be needed in any way." He said and she nodded. "We could use all the assistance we can get, Thank you." She said. "And I know it doesn't seem like much, standing and talking but in this world, That is the kindness thing a person can be expected to do." She told him. Alice could do much, but there was always the fear she had to losing her that made her think the worst. What if a darker being, a sicker being had found her? What if he mother found her?

Shaking the thought, Sunday nodded. "it is not far, a few minutes walk from here." She said before Alice shifted, shimming down so Sunday could let her walk. She let her down and she walked over to Rahmiel and grabbed his hand. Sunday swallowed but didn't stop her. Alice was being sociable which was new, and perhaps a good thing. She would go days without talking so this was a bit of a relief. Why this man, though?

Sashi walked beside her and Sunday' thought drifted to her. how did she return? She didn't want to say survived, the life left Sashi's body, she knew because even Alexis had tried to revive her but she was long gone so how was she here now. why couldn't she remember? [b]"You really know me?" She asked and Sunday nodded. "How well?"
Sunday smiled. She thought back to when she first met Sashi and she couldn't believe it hadn't been very long. "Wel enough to miss you." She said and Sashi looked at her. She wanted to ay more but whatever it was that hindered her memories gave her pause. She nodded. "I'm sorry."
Sunday frowned. "For what?
"I don't know...dying, I guess."
"You know you died."
"Yeah, I don't know how, but I woke up in a spirit world, they told me I died."
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Sashi went quite. and Sunday shook her head. "It doesn't matter, I'm just glad to see you again, I'd hug you but..."
Sashi smiled but it didn't reach her eyes. "Yeah." was all she said.

It didn't take long as promised, to reach the camp and Sunday asked them to wait there, taking Alice's hand, she as glad Alie didn't make a fuss and went along with her. She made her way to her father's tent, and didn't bother with announcing herself nor did she care what she might have been interrupting. "Father," She said. "I found Alice." She said and smiled, Alice smiled up at him and Asmos before looking up at Sunday again. Sunday swallowed. "Father, there is something...someone outside, You need to see, it's improtant...but...just....brace yourself," She warned him as best she could without giving too much away in front of Asmos. She wasn't sure his intentions yet and he needed to know, no weakness. "this way, Please." She asked and stepped aside to pick up Alice the small girl watched Asmos with quiet fascination before waving at him.

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"We could use all the assistance we can get. Thank you." Sunday continued. Alec nodded but thereafter shifted uncomfortably, finding it strange to be having such a conversation with her after such a long time, after all their history and the questions that remained unanswered. And on top of that, she had no idea who he truly was. But Alice did. "And I know it doesn't seem like much, standing and talking but in this world, that is the kindest thing a person can be expected to do." At this, he finally turned his gaze as his head and offered only a murmured agreement in response, as if he was ashamed of something. Again he was only reminded of the fact that this was the world he created, intentionally or otherwise, and it had brought everyone so much suffering.

"It is not far, a few minutes walk from here."

Her words broke Alec from his thoughts, which was a relief, and he finally lifted his head with a brief nod, more than prepared to resume travelling once more. But before he could take his first step, Alice was approaching him once more, reaching for his hand. This time there was no urge to take his own hand back, but he was very aware of Sunday watching the interaction between the two of them. Alec's fingers curled around her tiny hand, and he looked down at her with a subtle smile.

Before long they were off, making their way into the camp within a very short amount of time. Alec hadn't spoken at all during that time, nor did he pay too much attention to the conversation between Sashi and Sunday. That was their business, not his. Besides, his attention was instead placed on trying to piece together the past. His priority was not helping the rebellion, nor reconciling with Sunday or any of his family for that matter; his priority was as finding out whether he'd had a child he never knew about.

Much to his dismay upon arrival at the camp, Alice was being escorted away from him. Of course he couldn't put up too much of a fuss, such would be a strange display considering his current position. And so he merely watched her go, avoiding eye contact with anyone and everyone that passed by until the tent's entrance shifted and an all too familiar figure emerged, along with Sunday and Alice.

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After his daughter fled the camp in search of her daughter, Simon was left alone with the Demon, much to his dismay. Something about this situation was clearly amusing the creature. The Prince felt his fingers curling into his palms, and he stood tense until the laughter faded, then trying to force his anger to subside while it continued speaking, at long last.

"I will give you a small relief Simon, I came here to give you aid. I suppose you have not heard of me, but I'm sure your 'daughter' knows. And I can promise you, my aid is something that you seem to painfully need." Simon didn't take exactly take well to Asmos' words, mostly because the Demon seemed all to confident for his liking but also because in his own mind, the Rebellion's ability to handle themselves was being underestimated. Simon would happily die before he let his anger show. "I do think you have some things to deal with, so allow me to give you one thing: Do not attack that stronghold. It will be the end of you." Simon raised a single brow, scoffing quietly at the 'advice' that was offered to him.

"Now if you don't mind, my little charge here was quite tiring. So I would gladly be placed in the arrest until we can resume this little meeting, hopefully then it will be a little more... secluded."

As Asmos finished speaking, Simon could do nothing at first but sigh deeply, lifting a gloved hand to his forehead to rub his temples. The Generals that surrounded them were suddenly looking to him, perhaps for a command of some description. Simon didn't look at a single one of them. When he lifted his head, his stare was directed solely at Asmos. Words were not his speciality, but he wanted to at least get his point across. "Listen here, De-... Asmos.. I wholeheartedly believe the men and women of this rebellion are more than capable of taking down a few Remei soldiers to claim one small village," Simon began, fighting to keep the anger out of his voice, though his tone was still firm. He might not have been enraged but the simple fact that he was not happy could not be denied. "Now I will respect your wishes and we will speak in privacy later to discuss why you think we are not capable of such a task, but let us be clear on one thing, okay?" he asked rhetorically, then paused a moment. "You have no place nor right to storm your way into my camp and demand things of me." As he spoke, Simon felt the shadows recoiling, revealing his hardened expression and warm olive complexion.

"Not only are you an unwanted intruder and a potential threat to my people, but one that actually served for many years the tyrant we're fighting against right now. I have no reason to trust you nor the advice you offer, aside from your word alone, and you'll have to forgive me but we don't take much stock in words when it comes to your kind," Simon continued, speaking only the truth. He crossed his arms over his chest, and nodded to the nearest General, who proceeded to take a hold of Asmos' chains. "As I said, we will speak more about this later. For now you will pass the time in one of our tents. Should you exit at any time without my word to do so, my Generals will not hesitate to attack." He lifted one hand and gestured for the General to remove the demon from his presence, but before anyone could shift another inch, Sunday was entering. Simon blinked a couple of times, surprised by how quickly she returned with her daughter in her arms. He was relieved, of course, but far too worked up to show it all that much.

"Father," she began. "I found Alice." Simon tried his best to return their smiles each in turn, before he released a huff. He opened his mouth to speak but Sunday seemed to find something to say in that time. "Father, there is something... someone outside. You need to see, it's important... but... just... brace yourself," she warned, eliciting only a confused murmur from him for the moment. "This way, please." And just like that she was exiting again. Simon stood there for a little while, once again gesturing for the General to escort Asmos away, before joining his daughter and their newfound 'guest' he had yet to meet.

It took him a good few moments to process what he was seeing, and even then he felt nothing but a dull pain in his chest. He'd suffered far too much false hope in his life to see the woman before him as anything but a delusional image of his past. There was a very long, very chilling period of silence, before Simon let his arms fall to his side and his eyes were on Sunday; they held the same sort of look they had when Sashi was first taken from him, like they had no life in them at all. "What is the meaning of this?" he asked, his tone almost accusatory.

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Before long, Sunday and Alice stepped out with a name that gave Sashi pause. She was struck by the sight of him and it was clear it was the same for him. She dreamt of him. All too often, nothing was clear, not even his face but she knew this man standing before her was what she saw in her dreams. She could say what went on in those dreams but she knew him.

"What is the meaning of this."

Clearly, he knew her and he was accusing Sunday of some trick by his tone. Before Sunday had time to speak, Sashi stepped forward. "You know me?" She asked him, not wanting to jump to conclusions but it was a pretty safe bet. "I have no memories, I just know my name. Everything else is a blur. I just know I died." She said and looked at him, not realizing that her feet were carrying her forward. She wanted to reach for him, an image flashed in her mind and she gripped her stomach. She sucked in a breath, grunting against the pain. Someone was holding her, tears were hitting her cheeks, they were hot. She looked up. They were his.
"Ugh, You held me when ugh!..." She grunted, trying to call forth more memories but the pain was nearly unbearable.
"Sashi stop! we'll figure it out, just stop your hurting yourslf!" Sunday called but Sashi shook her head. "I want to remember, I know him!" She looked at the man, pain blurring her vision, she trembled, dropping to her knees, holding her stomach. She felt something hot on her hands and looked down at them. Blood covered her fingers. With a blink, it was gone and her hands were dry. "Sashi, Please!" Sunday cried, coming toward her after setting down the girl.

"Sleep now." called the small girl and before Sashi knew it, the world went dark.

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Sunday was in a near panic as she started for Sashi but with a couple of words from Alie, Sashi dropped limply to the floor. "Alice, what did you do?" Sunday cried, fearing the worst. "The bees were stinging her, she was letting them, I had to make them stop." She sid and Sunday looked back at Sashi then back to Alice. "Bees, What bees."
Alice shrugged. "Buzzy bees, they talk to her, in her head, they are really loud, and they hurt her, I don't want them hurt, I like her," Alice said simply and Sunday looked at her father, fearing what he might make of this whole thing. "She dreams of Grandfather now, she always dreams of Grandfather, Like you dream of Daddy. Only she just doesn't it know, his face is all blurry." Alice said and Sunday sucked in a breath. She didn't want anyone to know she still thought of Alec, especially not her father, but one couldn't control their dreams.

Alice walked over to Rahmiel and took his hand again. "You can wake her up, Grandfather, I'll keep the bees quiet." she aid to her Father before smiling up at Rahmiel, singing his hand. Sunday held her head, unsure of what t do next.

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Simon almost flinched as Sashi stepped forward, his eyes watching her without moving. "You know me?" she asked, a question to which he did not provide an answer. "I have no memories, I just know my name. Everything else is a blur. I just know I died." At this, Simon frowned, not quite believing her words but taking them in nonetheless. As she moved closer, he fought to keep himself grounded, so that he wouldn't back away. It had been so long, he had not yet made his peace with her death but he was beginning to.

Suddenly she was doubling over and in a great amount of pain. "Ugh, you held me when- ugh!" she persisted, trying to get her words out despite whatever pain she was experiencing. Simon was frozen in place, merely watching her. He didn't attempt to step forward, almost as if making contact with her would cause her to disappear into a cloud of smoke. All the while her words hit him like a ton of bricks. His features twisted in a sneer, as he thought about what kind of evil creature would play such a trick on him, playing with his mind like this.

"Sashi stop! We'll figure it out, just stop, you're hurting yourself!" called his daughter's voice. "I want to remember, I know him!" Sashi responded, before making eye contact with him once more. Simon watched her fall to her knees and still didn't move. Sunday cried something out, by this point Simon wasn't paying any mind to anyone else. It wasn't until she fell unconscious that he turned his head to look at his daughter, while she questioned Alice. His eyes found Sashi again and he released a deep exhale.

"She dreams of Grandfather now, she always dreams of Grandfather, like you dream of Daddy. Only she just doesn't it know, his face is all blurry," Alice explained. Sunday seemed to react in some small way and it only took Simon a second to realise why; she still dreamt of Alec. She must've thought he would think badly of that, but he didn't, not really. He despised the boy with every fibre of his being, but Sunday had loved him once, even had a child with him. It wasn't strange for him to still appear in her dreams. Hell, he even dreamed of Tanya every once in a while. And so, after discarding that small piece of information, lest his daughter feel all the more awkward, Simon instead focused on what Alice was telling them. Only Rahmiel shifted uncomfortably.

"You can wake her up, Grandfather, I'll keep the bees quiet," Alice began again. Simon watched as she took the unfamiliar man's hand and thought it a little strange, naturally, but Sunday said not a word so it was certainly not his place to comment. Simon was still furious, but by this point he was far too tired to protest, and so he merely nodded. "Thank you, Alice," he said, his tone far more gentle than his expression. He appreciated her help, of course, but there was always something unsettling about that child he couldn't quite put his finger on. After that he made brief eye contact with the man whose hand she held so comfortably, and quickly turned his attention back to Sashi, who was still slumped over on the ground.

Part of him didn't want to go near here, perhaps because he didn't want to believe she was real, but he fought every instinct in his body that told him to walk away from them all. Instead he stepped closer, dropping to his knees and working his arms under her to hoist her up. When he was standing again, he turned to Sunday, and also gave her a nod. "I'll... She can stay in my tent until she wakes up," he told her, his voice quieter than normal. "I'm trusting you to be able to handle things here while I try to wake her..." Simon would have placed a hand on her shoulder, had he a hand to spare, so after a small pause he just walked in the direction of his tent.

Once inside, he gave an exasperated huff, and shook his head at the situation he'd been forced into. At the furthest corner of the room there was a small pile of pelts and bedding; he didn't get the opportunity to sleep often so it was seldom used, but it would be comfortable enough for an unconscious woman, he reckoned. He set her down as gently as he could, despite the circumstances, and remained on his knees beside her even as she slumped once again. At this point he really didn't have any choice but to believe that she was real. After everything he'd learned since he first saw her, things were starting to piece together. He couldn't enjoy the moment, however, and instead of feeling happy he only felt sorry. She'd been alive this entire time... on her own. And he hadn't known a thing.

Before Simon could even stop himself, he was reaching for her, brushing some hair off her face while his eyes tracing her features. I should wake her, he thought with a nod. He didn't quite know what he would say when he did, but the fact remained. "Sashi?" he called quietly, his hand moving to her shoulder. After receiving no response, he sighed, and began to shake her by the shoulder. "Sashi," he called again, a little rougher this time. After a second, he simply sat back, looking at her like she was a puzzle he didn't quite know how to solve. Short of slapping her around the face, how was he supposed to wake her? Before long his gaze dropped to his hands and another sigh filled the silence.

"I'm sorry..."

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"Rahmiel, Asmos, there is food just there." Sunday's voice brought him back to the moment, and he blinked a few times before turning his head to follow the direction of her point, spotting a tent with spoke rising from the top. He frowned a little and turned back to Sunday, watching her carefully as she continued. "Eat as you wish, we have Fae here that provide us with rations so need not worry on that," she explained, before directing her attention to her daughter once more. Rahmiel just stood there awkwardly, unable to move for Alice's hand still being wrapped around his own. He was low on supplies but did not need their rations. He was more Wraith than Fae, and so he didn't need to consume food as often as most.

Rahmiel felt eyes one him once more, and soon enough he caught Alice staring up at him. "I want him to take me," she stated, to which Rahmiel responded with an awkward glance at Sunday. "Alice, darling, I know you are grateful, but let's not pester the man, hm?" He cleared his throat a little, far too quietly to be of any notice. After one more plead from Alice, Sunday spoke again, now standing. He felt himself look away, if only for a moment, before she began speaking. "Forgive me, my daughter seems to prefer your company," she said. "I should understand if you'd much rather dine alone."

There was an almost painfully long moment of silence as Rahmiel stood under the weight of both Sunday and Alice's stares, both awaiting his answer. This was a very strange situation, mostly for him, and so instead of actually forming any kind of coherent sentence, he released a few mumbles which eventually faded into a silent pause. Suddenly he shook his head and frowned, not in response to their questions, but instead at his own inability to function as a grown man. In any other situation he would not be so awkward. This should be no different, regardless of the unanswered questions, and the company he found himself in. Releasing an exhale, his gaze returned to Sunday, having fallen to the floor for the longest time.

"Well, I mean... You don't need to say sorry, it's all good... She's a cute kid, y'know," he finally replied, his other hand scratching the back of his neck while he attempted a light-hearted smile. "I will admit, though, I'm not particularly hungry.. But I'll accompany you both while you eat, if that's what you'd like." He squeezed Alice's hand very lightly as he spoke, not breaking his gaze from Sunday. "If you father accepts me into your 'Rebellion', as it were, I suppose we'll be spending a fair bit of time as comrades... So it might be worth getting to know each other?" he offered, not exactly knowing how she'd respond. Regardless of the risk, he needed to create an opening, so that he might learn a bit more about how Alice even came to be... And whether or not she was truly his child.

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"Well, I mean..." Rahmeil began. You don't need to say sorry, it's all good... She's a cute kid, y'know," He said, rubbing the back of his neck, Sunday could only smile softly., while Alice beamed. "I will admit, though, I'm not particularly hungry... But I'll accompany you both while you eat, if that's what you'd like." He said while gripping Alice's hand softly. He seemed to have taken a liking to her too. As odd as it was, it was nice to see that Alice had someone she liked and vie versa, most of the childern here did know what to make of her. She was strange, much in a while that Sunday had been strange. Sunday smiled again and nodded. "If you father accepts me into your 'Rebellion', as it were, I suppose we'll be spending a fair bit of time as comrades... So it might be worth getting to know each other?
Despiterself, Sunday blushed. "Oh, yes th-that would be wise. She said, finding it hard to look at him wit the resness coveringh er cheks. Get it together, Sunday, now is not the time anor was that what he meant. she sclded herself for such a thought. Handomse yes, Alice liked him and he, her, yes, but she wasn't ready for such a thing nor did she have the time. They had a war to fight and win, and she had a mother to slay. The last thing she needed was something esle for her mother to take from her. If Sashi was any indication.

"This way, please." She said and started to walked ahead of Alice and Rahmeil but Alice took her hand as well, smiling at her. "Yes, Alice?" Sunday asked and Alice merely shook her hread and tugged them both forward. Sunday gave Rahmiel a bashful smile.Perhaps Alice was trying tto tell her something but the child was so very cypritic, Sunday could never be sure. She hoped it wasn't what it appaered to be and that Alice wanted Rahmiel for her. Sunday was hardly ready for that and knowing Alice, she'd try to force the issuse ifs ehe wanted it badly enough. Hell, she'd tried the same thing with her Father and Sashi. Sunday still blamed herself for that.

They arrived at the food tent and Alice turned to Rahmeil turne Sunday sighed. She really knew what she wanted, didnt she? "you've got yourself a shadow, this one." Sunday said, running her fingers through her dark hair as she began to pile fruit on a plate for Alice. "Anyway, You'd like to join our cause?" She asked him. "May I ask why?"

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Rahmiel took note of the sudden redness of Sunday's cheeks, and for some bizarre reason, he felt... jealous, almost. Of course, he knew who he was, but she didn't. Thinking he might begin to blow his cover with signs of anger, especially since Alice already knew him, he forced himself to unclench his jaw and offered a subtle smile in replacement. "Oh, yes th-that would be wise," she replied. He merely nodded in response.

"This way, please," she beckoned, and Rahmiel answered with a murmured 'of course', before following after her. He hadn't even noticed Alice and Sunday joining hands until he was being tugged forward, and Sunday was smiling up at him almost shyly. For the sake of being civil he returned it, but his smile was more amused than bashful.

Soon enough they'd arrived at the tent, and Rahmiel tried to stand back to allow them some room to collect their food, but Alice hadn't moved from his side the entire time. He couldn't help but smile at her, even as Sunday sighed. "You've got yourself a shadow, this one," she told him, and he nodded, looking back up at her. "I'm not complaining, believe me," he responded, placing a hand atop Alice's head to smooth down her hair for a moment before returning it to his side.

"Anyway, you'd like to join our cause?" she asked suddenly. Rahmiel's head tilted to one side. "May I ask why?"


The question caught him off guard, but he knew he should have been expecting it. He needed to figure out a way to word an answer that was honest, but wouldn't break his cover. Of course he couldn't just explain that he wanted to find out who Alice's father was, which was the main reason he was hanging around in the Rebellion camp, surrounded by people from his past. Clearing his throat, he began with a small smile.

"If I'm telling the truth, and it's not like I have any choice in the matter... I'm trying to make up for things I did in my past," he began. "The details of which I'll keep to myself, of course." Rahmiel did a quick glance around the room, before continuing. "I believe that my interests align with yours, in the sense that I just want to make this world a better place. It won't ever be as it was, but it doesn't have to be a living Hell." He was suddenly very aware of Alice's presence, but he tried not to shift his gaze from Sunday while he spoke to her. "This Rebellion will impact the world and its future in ways we cannot predict, but hopefully for the better. I'd like to be part of that, if... if you'd have me." He offered another smile, and thought for a moment about reaching out to offer his hand but quickly decided against it.

If I'm telling the truth, and it's not like I have any choice in the matter... I'm trying to make up for things I did in my past," He said and Sunday frowned a little. Was he Fae? She didn't sense it. Halflings weren't uncommon, she was one of them but she'd long sine been able to sense the Fae in a person. It was how they were able to find so many for the rebellion. She could sense both halves of herself, demon included. She didn't sense anything from him. "The details of which I'll keep to myself, of course." He said and she nodded. Hearing his words. He sounded so much like Alec her mind but no, Alec was...elsewhere, if he wanted to fix it, he'd be here. With her. Right now.
The thought made her a little colder but she ignored it, handed Alice her plate before adding fruit to her own and listened on. "I believe that my interests align with yours, in the sense that I just want to make this world a better place. It won't ever be as it was, but it doesn't have to be a living Hell." He said and Sunday looked at him her hand midway between the fruit tray and the tongs that she used to grab it. "This Rebellion will impact the world and its future in ways we cannot predict, but hopefully for the better. I'd like to be part of that, if... if you'd have me."he said and those words gave her chills. Cursing her fae nature and her overwhelming loneliness, she smiled back at him. She needed not have those thoughts with Alie so close "Well," She chuckled bashfully. "If you tell it to my father like you've told it to me, You'll join us in no time." she said wishing she should shake the feeling his words had given her. If you'll have me. She wished she'd heard Alec tell her those words. but then, would they have been true. Was anything he said true? He could manipulate iron, something that should have been against his very nature, a lie wouldn't have been much of a stretch.

She shook away those dark thoughts and the blush that seemed to return to her face and looked at him. "However, as General, I have to ask you a few questions, nothing too personal but we need to have a general idea of who we are recruiting. For a lot us, we're the only family, the only hope we have, you speak the right words, but that doesn't always mean everything." she said and sighed. She looked down at Alie with her face covering in watermelon. The little creature didn't even bother with a fork, or to wait to sit down but who could blame her, adults were talking and she was hungry. Sunday giggled. [clor=#9932CC]"Oh my, Look at your face."[/color] She said, Alice, looked up at her with a wide smile, proud of her mess. Sunday shook her head and gestured for them to walk toward the tables that were set up to eat at. She took the plate from Alice, placed hers and Alice's on the table, before lifting the messy little thing into a chair for her to properly eat. Sunday gestured for Rahmiel to take a seat as well.
"I'm going to give you a string of yes or no questions, followed by a few more complex questions now, I want you to listen to them all before answering, but answer them in the order I gave them. It is standard procedure, so you'll have to forgive me but it's harder to lie when you have to remember the order of each question. Ready?" she said and sighed. She didn't want to offend the man, especially when he seemed to want to help and Alice adored him so. When he was ready, she took a deep breath and began.


"Are you Fae? Are you Demon? Have you now, or ever worked alongside the current Demon Queen?Have you now, or ever worked alongside the Fae Queen? Have you been enslaved or otherwise harmed by either? Do you know the whereabouts of either? Have you now or have you ever...worked alongside the Remei, or their leader, Alec Iris? She swallowed hard the lump in her throat. She was hard t speak his name, usually, her father asked these questions but he was busy and as his second in command and heir, it was her job to do so. It would have -hopefully- been a lot easier had Alice not been sitting beside her. Sunday's eyes had cut over to her when she spoke his name but Alice merely hummed to herself while she ate her food, kicking her feet the entire time. She looked up at Rahmeil, trying to keep her face even but she wasn't sure she had been successful.