Demyx walked away from the oversized door which leads to the throne room "It's done... there's no turning back" he sighed looking at Elabeth who followed him all the way. "I must leave, I have some business of my own" he stared annoyingly in a lack of interest looking away from Elabeth. "You can stay here if you like or just do whatever you want", he told her walking away from her in the opposite direction, "See you around", he waved slightly over his shoulder and took off searching for any willing demons who are capable of lifting a sword.

Zeva moved slowly along the shadows trying to stay hidden from the view of those demons that roamed the halls. Her eyes stayed low on the ground, and the tip of her sword dragged the floor.

Jezzel transformed within a few minutes after her meeting with Lucifer. Her hair was dark red but still long. Her eyes too were bloody and her outfit was black leather trousers and boots and a strapless top. She clenched her staff hard, her knuckles white and the servants moved to the sides as soon as they saw her approaching. Everyone that knew Hell, knew that when she transformed in the 'Red Maiden', as she was sometimes nick, it was better not to get on her bad side. I have to find recruits now, and good ones. I can not disappoint my master further, I've already lost the little advantage I had gained over the other demons. As she went through some of her less favourite tunnels of Hell she spotted a female demon. She had silvery looking hair and a pale, almost greyish skin. Who's she? I never saw her. The demon's sword was unsheathed in her hand but she looked uncomfortable as the other insignificant demons walked beside her. Jezzel smirked, and walked forward to her.
"What are you doing here?" she asked her.

"Only standing here." Zeva said in a small voice. She kept her eyes to the ground as she braced herself for the punishment that was sure to come. Not that she knew of anything she did wrong, but that never mattered.

Jezzel frowned, "Demons these days!" she said to no one in particular, then she looked at the demon in front of her, "You shouldn't respond like this to a superior demon like me. At least you should have lied and said you are doing something. Demons lie, and being so evasive to avoid confrontations is useless. That shows how pathetic you are." She told her in a strict firm voice.

Demyx was coincidently trespassing from the same walkway when he heard Jezzel's voice. He sneaked as closely as ever behind her in a stealthy mode and leaned closely to her ear "...Isn't that a little too harsh for a superior demon who hates being despised but in return is very despicable" he said sharply in derision, taking a few steps aback crossing his arms.

"Look who is here. I heard you've finally made up your mind, about time!" Jezzel told him smirking.

Demyx looked away annoyed "I had no other choice...and you seem quite alive and kicking- I didn't even thought you could make it..." he paused and said in a very low voice "it appears she has done a remarkable job" then he shook his head and smirked at the two demons in front of him "So what are you up to?" he asked playfully and prudently.

"From your tone of voice it seems you really wanted me to be a memory." She said clenching her fist. "Who helped me to recover? You know it is difficult to heal my body knowing my powers."

Demyx's smile faded away "It's not for me to tell you" he insisted "...and no I never wanted you to become just a memory" he uttered passively as he moved close to her and touched her face with his white gloved left hand "You look wan and dull..." he was contempt as his hand fell away from her face "You should go rest until you gain enough strength and balance instead of loitering around doing what Lucifer ordered you" he persuaded her.

Jezzel shivered slightly as her expression softened a bit. "I'll discover who healed me on my own." She told him as her eyes changed to light violet. "I'll be fine, I am already better as for my orders, they aren't called thus to be avoided. I can cope with them but when you have a minute I wish you to visit me in my personal rooms. I need to talk to you." She told him.

Demyx's eyes were half closed but still shined "Talk to me? About what?" he replied in a lack of interest "Jezzel let me tell you something..." he paused and looked around him sensing no one was spying them "Lucifer is challenging us with the same cinch, whoever of the two will do best will be promoted" he explained "However this business will be causing us quite a tumult and we may end up rivals...I don't want that" he snapped working up a slow anger.

Jezzel smirked as she glanced behind her, eyeing the female demon nearby. They were safe talking in her presence because this demon had no guts to speak up and tell on them. She then leaned forward, as her hair changed back to black. "I know his scheme too, but still he cannot afford another feud. He wants us to be rivals just to enhance our potentials." she said, and then lowered her voice to a whisper, "Still, it doesn't mean we can not be allies in defiance. I can never go against our master but as my nature commands, I can not follow things blindly without taking something for my own. Demyx I propose a truce." She told to him.

Demyx smirked as well "A truce? And how can I be sure you won't attack me from behind or back stab me?" he observed the lowly demon behind Jezzel's back "I like being collateral... but you must proof that I can trust you" he grinned and trusted his face into hers as their noses brushed together.

"You have more physical strength then me and besides how can I attack you when I need you to train me?" She told him and smirked, her breath brushing his lips.

Demyx's brilliant crystallized eyes glanced at her eyes and at her smooth lips "You want me to pass on my skills to you? That would give you another motivation to attack me" he smirked "And what will you do in return for me? I've already mastered every ability you have!" he smirked and drew closer to her.

"You think highly of yourself, but then what should I accept for the son of the legendary Aba'don?" She told him as her left hand caressed his face lightly, "I don't believe you've mastered every art existing in this world. You know how to brew potions? You know how to cast spells?" She asked him challenging.

Demyx snickered as he observed the movement of her lips "When one thinks highly of himself it means he knows his limits and capabilities..." he placed his left hand on hers and pulled it away from his face "To each his own" he grinned again "An assassin doesn't have to learn how to brew potions" he said gazing straight at her eyes "but you could teach me how to cast seductive spells on others so that maybe I could claim someone" he bantered sarcastically.

Jezzel chuckled at his sarcastic tone, "Potions are not my speciality, but I know spells. I can teach you how to do magic combos with your sword, things useful even for an assassin. As for those spells you asked about on request, I can teach them to you in private." She told him as she moved back from him.

Demyx looked away from her "Powerful magic combos, huh?" he placed his gloved hands in his pockets and closed his eyes "I can't suppress such magic into Utrael's palms, she is too dangerous to control, I'll be risking to set it free" he explained calmly to her as he remembered what happened when he pointed his sword at Elabeth. "I must be out of my mind keeping her soul locked, she is willing to obliterate me..." he shook his head as he took one of his hands out of its pocket and placed it on his forehead

"I see" She muttered and frowned. "Still I know a way to use Utrael's soul to your advantage. I've study a spell long ago that will enable you to channel her anger and even her own powers to your personal use." She told Demyx.

Demyx looked at her suspiciously as he placed his hand on his chin "So you are saying I can channel its anger through me?" he asked skeptically "Yes I have heard of it but I'm not sure I want to become my father's successor, the new Lord of Destruction driven by anger as he was driven by vengeance and regret" Demyx's body almost shivered as memories of his father over-killing innocents and slaying dragons befell on his mind...

"Its part of the training to learn to control her emotions. By channelling the anger I didn't tell you to make it your own. I can put up limits on the sword so the transition is lessened and gradual. When all the limiters are off you'd be able to use Utrael's energy to your benefit only." She told him but then she turned and gave him her back as she walked down the corridor motioning for the lesser demon to follow her. "Still if you are not interested, don't worry I'll train on my own and I can make your life difficult as your rival."

Demyx smiled for the first time because he knew she would do something like that "See I thought our truce was a fake, too bad and we were starting to get along with each other" he shouted a little then he put his hands in his pockets again and dashed towards them with incredible speeds causing a strong gust of winds, he stopped in front of them and started walking at their speed "I don't wish to hate you and I want to offer my services and promise to train you" he asserted at this clinch.

Jezzel smiled as even her outfit now was the usual short dress and bandages around her hands. "Later tonight come and we sign our truce. A true bond must be done because ours is an important pact that alters the balance of power. I hope we are doing the right thing." She told him and went away her hair swaying in rhythm to the sound of her boots.

Zeva followed soundlessly as she wondered of the nature the two higher class demons were discussing. Her eyes continued to stay upon the ground, her hands shook slightly, and she hoped she wasn't in for trouble.

Jezzel winded her way through different dark paths. Then finally she paused in front of a jagged wall and turned a lantern to an upper spike. Pressing it, a section of the wall moved and a passage came into view. "Come" She told the quivering demon by her side. As soon as the two of them were inside, the wall closed again and torches flared to life. In from of them, there was a small throne like structure and on both sides of the wall there were fountains with crimson coloured water, however that wasn't blood.
Jezzel moved forward and set on her seat which fitted her perfectly, it was made for her after all and her appearance changed. She had a dark blue dress with a low cut on her bosom and a cut to her mid thigh on both sides of the skirt.

Zeva watched the floor a few moments before chancing a glance up. "What can I do for you, mistress?" she asked becoming curious as to why she was there.

"I thought the cat had eaten you tongue for a brief second but it seems you haven't lost the ability to speak." She told her. "Come forward, I don't want all of Hell to know what I'm talking to you about." She told her.

Zeva took a step forward still shacking with fear. She looked back to the ground.

"Now it might sound a bit reckless of me but I want you to become my right hand. You are still young and need to be fletched and though how a demon should act. You need training and lots too, to be of a kind of match when we land on the battlefield, yet you look strong behind those shivers of yours." She told her as she outstretched her arm and pointed with her index finger to her, the bright nail polish glistening as it caught the light of the fires. "What’s your name demon?" She asked her. "And while you’re in my presence stand straight or bow, you choose but I don't want to see shivers again. Understood?"

Zeva bowed down, but the shivers didn't stop. "My name is Zeva Zindergarden, but everyone calls me Zeva of the Shadows." she answered in a low voice. She wasn't sure what she thought about becoming the right hand of a demon. She only wanted to remain hidden in the shadows.

"Your name suits your up coming task. No one shall know I've enrolled you in my personal service. No one should know about this place. I don't need other demons to interfere so you're to act at my orders through your beloved shadows" Jezzel told her as she crossed her lean legs. "Zeva you'll live here from now on, in my hidden headquarters. You'll speak only when told so and you'll obey only me. Your training will start tomorrow so prepare your weapons. You shall never speak to me if in presence of another demon being lower or of a higher level. I alone shall seek your assistance when needed."

"Yes, mistress." she answered still looking at the ground. "What can I do for you from my shadows?" her shoulders still trembled.

"You can do more then you think. You'll become my eyes and my ears through the shadows, but before you have to train. You'll need a high level of dexterity and stealth. You'll need to know how to defend yourself and how to attack through the shadows. No one will know what your true purpose will be or who you are. So now Zeva, go and find an empty room and make it your own. We'll talk later because I need to rest."

Zeva bowed lower. "Yes, mistress." she said, and standing still shivering she made her way to the first open room she found, and looked around. "I have nothing to bring here." she said to herself, and moved into the shadow of the room leaning her back against the wall, and closing her eyes.

Jezzel woke up a few hours later feeling more refreshed then ever. It was already night from the intensity of the demonic energy she could feel around her. As she descended from her throne, one of her servants brought her a glass of wine as she usually had after a good sleep. Then Jezzel left her secret chambers and returned to her usual bedroom and antechamber as she waited for Demyx's arrival.