- Death - Death was riding in front of the group as usual. He was wary of the neutral zones. The one between Sangmara and the Lycan territory of Vázoluna was considered to be the most peaceful, but that fact made Death more conscious of potential threats. This neutral zone was a wasteland. The only things around were the remnants of former battles. The zone was clearly still seeing some form of conflict. That or gods were using it as a practice ground for their magic. 'I don't care how peaceful I'm told this place is, I'm not letting it lull me into a false sense of security.' Sure enough, as though the universe heard Death's thoughts, a gigantic stone wall appeared in front of him. The uništi were stopped and Death jumped off Hrom and conjured his scythe. He wasn't waiting for the enemy to attack. He pulled his scythe back and swung it towards the wall, cutting it

- Death and Lucifer - The group arrived in the main town of Vázoluna. It was a collection of dark wood buildings, some of which were built into the surrounding trees. The roads were dirt and there were bridges high above the ground connecting various treetop houses with one another. There was actual sunlight coming through, but the area was still darker than normal. Death had been thinking about what to say to the leader of the area. 'I just want to get through here as fast as possible. I'm sure the sooner we leave the happier everyone will be.' As the group got further into the town they started getting more and more looks from the various lycans in the area. Lucifer was in the back, keeping his eyes forward, trying not to make eye contact with any of the onlookers. He walked up to the front to ask Death a question. "Should we just move through without greeting the leader

- Death - Death ripped through the lycan territory like a tornado. His scythe tore through house after house and every lycan foolish enough to fight him was swiftly killed. He was crossing through the woods, ready to attack another town when he heard a mocking voice from the trees. "You really think this act of wrath won't have consequences? I hope you got used to seeing human corpses, because now Amaterasu is on her way to Purgatory."  It was Amakell. Death didn't answer. He simply reared back his scythe, and cut down every tree around him. As he did that dozens of lycans rushed to him in their wolf forms, while some stayed back preparing their magic. Death's mind had now become one, quiet thought. 'Hunt.' Death swung his scythe around him while jumping over the encroaching attackers. He cut any that were close to hi

- Lucifer - The group decided to make camp outside of one of the towns. Lucifer was adamant about not having Elijah go through Sol at night. "I guess this is a good place to teach you about various bloodline magics." Lucifer said to Elijah. Elijah was reading the guide. He was on the section titled "Bloodline Magics of the World" and was going down the list. "Angels have wings. Demons have their deals. Lycans can transform into wolves, gaining bonus strength along with sharper fangs and claws." Elijah was listing off as he read. "I misspoke. I meant teach you about their weaknesses. I'm sure you've already read about them, but what matters is knowing how to combat them, if possible." Lucifer paused while Elijah closed the guide. "Any magic that materializes something uses more mana if the user is constantly summoning and "returning" the created thing. I didn'

- Lucifer and Mira - Lucifer was running possibilities through his mind as he and Mira closed in on Vázoluna's border. 'You hate me, which means you joined because of me, but why? I won't delude myself into thinking it's so you can reconcile. Did Michael force you?...No. If this is any kind of sabotage on his part he would've sent someone stronger and/or less obvious.' Lucifer's face did not give away his thoughts. As far as Mira could tell he was none the wiser about her motives. 'Jonathan. Melinda. Pheriel. So many others you took from us.' Mira, unlike Lucifer, struggled to keep her thoughts from affecting her expression. Lucifer's neutral look angered her. She thought calling him a fallen would have gotten a rise out of him. 'Do you truly feel nothing for yourself and angels? Are the lessers the only way to draw out your anger?'