- Death and Lucifer - Lucifer explained everything that happened from when he spoke with Kahvis to his use of grand finale on the business district. Kahvis had left with their team to find out the casualties. The team stayed outside of the tavern while Lucifer and Death discussed inside. "That's everything." Lucifer said, sitting across from Death in the tavern. Death gave a judgemental stare. His displeasure with Lucifer's actions was only barely outweighed by his relief that his friend is okay. He felt himself caught in-between two lines of thinking: yelling at Lucifer for his recklessness, and cautioning him to be more careful. He decided on the latter. "You started a war because of an unknown you just met, nearly killed yourself by flying straight into an explosive barrage, and you think that's it for your explanation?" Death reprimanded. "We won, I lived, so don't act high-a

- Death, Lucifer, Saint - The team and Saint had followed Kahvis to their main headquarters on the eastern side of Passage. The area had been covered in illusion magic, with patrolling scouts that had been ordered to keep an eye out for any demons. The base was a collection of square stone huts. Kahvis explained that they wanted to be able to move everything in an instant if they needed to. The eastern border of Passage was right next to the swampy territory of a group of lizard-like beings known as Sergosians. Their kind had a neutral approach to outsiders, believing that if anyone can survive their homeland, they have the right to be there. Kahvis told the team that it was the perfect escape route, if they needed it. "That place isn't friendly to the unprepared you know?" Saint questioned Kahvis. "I know my way around it well-enough to guide others. I have allies there as well, and as unfriendly as

- Saint and Peter - Peter had been cooling down from his interaction with Oliver. He felt like he should wait before speaking with someone else, afraid that he might say something he regrets. Seeing Saint come his way was almost a worst-case scenario. "I'm about to go help the survivors. Do you want to come along?" She asked. Peter gave a shifting look of confusion and fatigue. He had mentally prepared himself for another argument. Hearing what she said seemed to freeze his thoughts. Saint's look of confusion as she said "Peter?" got him to respond. "Uh, no. I need to go meet with the unknown's commanders." He rubbed his face and sighed. "Thanks for staying by the way. I know ya and Death have problems, and I appreciate ya puttin' them aside for this." Saint had things she wanted to say about her "problems" with Death, but decided against it. Peter wasn't the person to complain t

- Yamato, Peter, Oliver - "I'm surprised you know of R'yarj." Yamato said. "How do you know about that?" Oliver asked Peter. "The eldritch are a mystery to most gods." "Hell's library." Peter said. "There's books on just about every bein' in the world. One of the books, written by Satan, is about the eldritch. The book didn't have much in the way of information, but it did mention the eldritch that had the ability to give deals." He sighed. "Satan's obsession with arbiters is one of his few positive traits." Oliver had heard stories of the vast knowledge in Hell's library. Purgatory had its own great library, but even Death has admitted to it not being on the same scale as Hell's. "I never visited the library when I was in Hell." Yamato revealed. "I would have if I had known of its available knowledge." "You were reborn in Hell?" Oliver asked. 

- Death - With the plans understood by all, Death decided to train. He had an area cleared for him while he practiced, warning everyone not to get close. He wasn't planning on using magic, just that he would be swinging his scythe around with his eyes closed and didn't want to accidentally hit someone. 'I ride in. The first one to try and make contact will probably be Urdros.' He pictured as he swung his scythe upwards. He ran every interaction he could in his head. He had always been an instinctual fighter more than a planner, he decided that this battle would be different. He needed to be better, he didn't want to rely on permanently blighting the land. 'I can tear through the left side and move my way right to assist Lucifer.' He swung his scythe horizontally. He opened his eyes and sighed at all the eyes looking at him from far away. 'Surely you have your