- Death and Lucifer - Death came up to the group. "Playing Hopu?" Death asked. "Yes..." Lucifer grumbled. "We were at least. I was discussing the magic inconsistencies with Elijah. I told him how I thought it wa-" "Luce." Peter interrupted. Lucifer looked at Peter and back to Death. "Long story short Elijah was wondering about the restrictions of water and wind magic." Lucifer summarized. Death's eyes shifted around a little before he spoke. "Yeah I know you can get obsessive about that. I think all those conversations you've had with the scientists in Hell flipped a switch in you." Lucifer was curious about Death's uneasiness. "Did Zach not take the information well?" "He took it well, too well even. I think he's desensitized to a lot of things." Death's

- Death - Death arrived in Oliver's camp. There were various tents setup all over, with a large one in the center.  The two grim that were close by turned and bowed. "Leave the formalities for now, is Oliver here?" Death waved. "I didn't expect you to be here so soon sir. I thought you would still be in Verdyr, talking with the fairy rulers." Oliver said as he came out of the large tent. Oliver was 5'8" tall, with brown hair and pale skin. He had a slim build with brown eyes, and was wearing a cloak that looked similar to Death's robe. "Decided against meeting with them. I think I slowed this mission down enough with the frequent political stops." Death looked around at the staring grim and mentally sighed. "Have you seen the unknown? Lucifer is currently searching the center of the city." Death asked. Oliver shook his head.&

- Death - Death could feel his echo recieving a call. He assumed it was Lucifer. "Lucifer? Is everything okay? I'll be right there!" The demon bartender looked over at Death. "No! Just stay with the team. If anything happens up there I'm trusting you with their safety." Lucifer ended the call. The rumblings of the explosion could be felt in the tavern. The bartender raised their palm from behind the counter and shot an explosive orb at the group. Peter caught it and Sabu threw a knife in-between the demon's eyes. Peter shot the magic at the wall behind the counter and pulled out his sword. He stabbed the demon's corpse in the head and tossed the knife back to Sabu. "Durable fuckers. Ya can never be too sure." Death wanted to run down and help Lucifer until he got another call. "It must be Oliver."

- Lucifer - The three leaders were giving chase to Lucifer. Fenral as a black wolf, with water flowing behind him as he ran. Lysandrea in a tall tower, wearing thigh-high black boots and a green corset, her blonde hair tied up into a long ponytail. Garuuk flying above, wearing a blood-stained black lab coat. The three had assumed that Lucifer was their biggest threat, so they didn't hesitate committing all their strength to chasing him down. Flying while being chased by the three leaders was taxing on Lucifer. He removed the flames from his arms, attempting to focus solely on maneuverability. Unlike Sol this area's buildings weren't as tight, on top of that he was being chased by two demigod level threats, with one full god providing them support. As the explosions from Garuuk filled the area around him, Lucifer felt a nostalgia for his old angelic flying challenges he used to do with Michael in Heaven. These warmer memories helped mitigate

- Peter - Peter looked around at the destruction, sure it must have been Lucifer's victory. Still, he was wary, watching every corner he could, keeping his blade ready to strike at anytime. Hearing something getting closer Peter pointed his sword in the sound's direction, frightening the resistance soldier that came to meet him. The soldier gripped each arm's wrist with the opposite hand, a sign meant to show non-aggression. "I'm a resistance soldier. This floor is mostly cleared out already. Lucifer and our leader are down in the pleasure district finishing the mission." Peter wasn't taking any chances. He would need more proof from the man before him before he lowered his guard even slightly. "I'm gonna need more proof than your word. I was attacked on my way in here, so forgive me for my skepticism." Peter's tone showed a clear distrust. The resistance sol