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[It had been a while since Diablo's last move, and Attleton had begun looking for him. Not that they would find him, but he still figured it would be best to lay low. Still, there were individuals in this place that held significant darkness in their hearts, and it called out to him. This wasn't like Sanctuary, and his need for pawns was minimal at best, but it would not hurt. After all, the so-called heroes would have all the less stamina to come at him with after going through the others.]

[At various points in all the cities, an odd sensation may fall upon anyone. Like someone was watching with dark intent. However, only those with the darkness in their hearts that called to Diablo would find anything. A small figure, cloaked head to toe in a jet black and tattered robe would emerge from the shadows, wordlessly, allowing those approached to make the first move.]

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[Once Grell found out that there was a scrap yard, she wasted little time to go and find it. There could be material she could use to build her own communication device, or at least a practice one. Not sure about whether it was legal to just sift through it all without notice, she waited a bit before dusk, which there was still light out, and went searching. Making sure to keep her hair in a messy bun, gloves to protect her hands, combat boots, and clothes she could care less about, Grell was currently gathering what she could salvage. A lot of the items were either too rusted or too damaged, but once in a while she finds something worth placing in her bag.

During her search, she felt something...odd. It made her pause in her movements and look around the area. Behind her stood a cloaked figure. They made no move as she tried to get a better glimpse from the distance she stood. She wasn't moving towards them, because why would she do something that stupid?]

What do you want? [She called out to the other, since they obviously wanted something if they were staring at her, too.]

[When the figure spoke it was with the voice of a young woman, but distorted as if a pair of deeper voices were whispering in unison with her.]

I am curious about you. You take great pains to present elegance and class, and yet death clings to you, to say nothing of why you are here...

[That...wasn't the type of answer she was expecting. The voice is definitely not human, or at least not entirely so. Grell doesn't respond right away, merely taking in the words for a moment. Mentally, she prepares herself for if she has to fight, if this person was hostile.]

You're quite observant. What sort of entity are you?

[The form begins to move in a broad circle, a small hand slipping out of the cloak's sleeve to run pale skin over whatever random junk came into reach.]

I have been called many things over the millinia. The Flame of Determination, the Lord of Terror, and everything in between. What I am is unimportant in the grand scheme of things.

I'm more interested in what you are.

[Grell watches the figure carefully as they moved.]

I guess you're not that observant, if you can't put two and two together.[Shrugs] Besides, where would all the fun be if I just gave you all the information?

Oh, I'm very familiar with Reapers. I'm just curious because you don't seem to be one of Malthael's lapdogs.

[Grell simply raises an eyebrow, keeping her face schooled to show no surprise at how the other could possibly know what she was. But most importantly...

Who was Malthael?]

I'm no one's lapdog.

[A Reaper this far from Sanctuary was enough to catch Diablo's interest. After all, he was not going to be a pawn in a mad angel's scheme again. But this one claimed no allegiance to Malthael... things just got a lot more interesting.]

Is that so~? Now you've got me truly curious. Tell me about yourself, Reaper.

Before I even know your name? I don't think so~.

[She wasn't going to tell some stranger any part of her story, let alone her name.]

I have been called many things over the millennia. The Flames of Determination, the Spark of War, the Lord of Terror. What I am called is of little consequence. Just know that I have been, am, and always will be.

...I see you were serious earlier.

[She honestly didn't think the other would go by such...ridiculous titles.]

You may call me Grell, for a start. I don't have any titles as yourself.

I do not care about names, Grell. I care about intent. Your heart is filled with darkness, which called me here.

Tell me. What is your vision for this place?

[An accurate description of what lies beneath her skin. A still, dark heart.

She flashes her best grin at the other.]

Chaos.

[There's a change in the figure's voice, less feminine, more guttural, almost beastly.]

Then our aims align. I must admit though, I wonder as to how committed to your cause are you? How far are you willing to go to attain your chaos?

[The change in voice doesn't seem to faze Grell much. It really isn't surprising, though, considering their conversation.]

That depends on who gets in my way.

[The change in voice may not get to Grell, but Diablo is curious if the change of form will as he assumes his demon form.]

And just what do you do to those that get in your way?

[Seeing this shrouded figure suddenly change into a large demon definitely wasn't anything she could ever fathom happening at a scrap yard! Green eyes widened in surprise and disbelief, taking in the visage of the being she was talking to.

The question goes unanswered for a few moments. She's busy doing various things. Staring, trying to form words, wondering what the hell is going on, etc.]

[Slowly, her gaping mouth let out a soft laugh. Barely audible at first before it flourishes into a loud, boisterous laugh. In all her centuries int he afterlife, she finally gets to see the full form of a demon.]

I would SLAUGHTER any that dares!

[Grell's laughter is met with Diablo's own.]

Then consider me an ally. I would love nothing more than to see you paint this place red with the blood of your enemies.

Oh, in due time~! [SHARPLY GRINS] I will make sureo leave my mark.

[She tilts her head a bit, still grinning at her new ally.]

Are you building up your own army?

I can spawn my army at any given moment. No, what I am in need of is generals. The demons I can spawn are effective, but lack intelligence. That's where you come in. I can grant you your own army to command when the time comes.

That I can do! [Being bossy is what she does best.]

I'm sure I'm not the only one you've approached. Will I need to coordinate with others?

[She can play well with others, most times.]

[At nightfall, Cipher was always prowling around Everglade. While he didn't need to, he made it a point to consume the energy of at least one creature per night in his beast form to keep his own stamina up and keep himself in peak condition.

He had no doubt he was being watched, he could sense great power nearby. Closing his wings around him and in a flurry of shadow, he was back in his primary form and he glanced over his shoulder, taking notice of the cloaked figure behind him.]

You've been here for quite a while, haven't you?

[For Cipher, the thin veil of his host was cast aside. After all, he had agreed to meet with him already.]

I have. I was curious as to how long it would take for you to spot me.

[His lips curled into a smirk when the demon revealed himself. So this was the one he spoke to before. He was wondering when they'd have the opportunity to meet.]

I knew you were present. I was merely curious how long it would be before you would have revealed yourself. A pleasure to meet you at least, Diablo.

Indeed. But you are far more... curious than I had anticipated. Simply put, these devices did not do you justice.

[The demon lord's features twist into a smirk as he says what he thinks Cipher wants to hear.]

Color me impressed.

Such flattery from the 'Lord of Terror.' I am almost humbled.

[Almost. But not really. Still, he's not about to cast aside such a compliment from someone like Diablo. He rests one arm under the other, giving a mildly curious tilt of his head.]

Tell me, what brings a being such as you here? Surely you have an agenda beyond meeting me here?

[He laughs again.]

And straight to the point. Perhaps you could unseat one of my siblings at some point.

[Everyone's kind of tired of Duriel anyway.]

I've been meeting with a number of people tonight, forming alliances, making minions. If we are to be on equal footing, I thought you should know of who I have approached.

My, such generosity. I may have to return the favor and introduce my personal generals.

[He waves his hand to the side before resting his arm upon the other again.]

Perhaps you would care to converse elsewhere? Away from the prying eyes of the wretched lesser filth that dwells in this place.

My siblings are a fickle lot, and a couple of our younger siblings have been rather... disappointing as of late.

[Diablo chuckles a bit.]

Why? This feels more natural than the ivory towers of the other cities. As for those that would listen in, they will be dealt with by my Shadow Fiends.

[Not too far from their location, what sounded like a werewolf's howl was cut short with a strangled sound as its throat was ripped out by said fiends.]

They work most effectively here under cover of night.

Is that so? That's a shame. If they aren't careful, then they may lose their positions to someone with greater resolve.

[He would know that one for a fact, that's for sure. Killing four gods and all.]

Then we shall remain here. I hope I won't have to doubt the abilities of your minions.

[Though he did grin at the audible death of a nearby werewolf. He probably doesn't have much to worry about. So he leans back, letting himself fall into a sitting position as a shadow twists from the ground to make a seat for him.]

So, where shall we start then?

Yes, and Duriel and Andariel are well aware of the displeasure their elders have in their recent actions.

[Diablo smirks to himself.]

There are at least two in this place that I would count as allies. First is the woman Ivina. She wields powers not unlike my own, though the source is different. Not to be trifled with... and perhaps holds more power than her supposed master at this point.

The second is a man named Reiner. He has the heart of a warrior, scorned and scarred from a cruel world. I have not yet seen his power, yet I can sense something in him. Something waiting to explode.

The third person of interest is one I have yet to confront personally. The name Cinder has many in this place consumed in fear. Should she prove to be worthy of the fear her name invokes has yet to be seen, however.

Ah, Ivina. I am quite familiar with the witch. It's very few that can see through my human guise as easily as she did. A powerful ally to make, no doubt.

[The fewer like her there are, the better though. He certainly isn't a fan of being figured out so easily. He ponders a moment before propping his cheek on his hand.]

Reiner and Cinder... ah yes, the two that were called out over the networks by frightened children for simple acts of murder. I shaln't doubt your judgment about Reiner, but I do truly wonder if this 'Cinder' is capable of such power. I have my doubts.

[His golden eyes narrow, letting out a quiet chuckle.]

Pardon my own curiosity, but I must know... is it truly allies you are seeking, or are you seeking out new pawns?

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Yes, the power she wields comes from one not unlike myself. A being that predates time itself. Best not to underestimate that one.

[Diablo makes a sound as if mulling things over.]

It is true that this Cinder's power is uncertain at this point, yet one thing is clear. She is smart, knows what she wants, and has methods of getting under the skin of others. That in itself is worthy of my attention.

[He chuckles.]

Is there truly a distinction to be made?

[Diablo definitely wasn't wrong about Ivina, so keeping them all on the 'same side' would be beneficial to all parties involved. Assuming they wouldn't all backstab each other at the drop of a hat, but hey, that always has a chance of coming with the territory.]

The only smart thing I've known thus far from this 'Cinder' woman is what I haven't seen. She is smart enough to keep her head low when she has many potential head hunters, I can give her that.

[But again, he isn't about to doubt Diablo's judgment. Diablo is one that Cipher's willing to make an alliance with to begin with.]

Certainly not, but let it be known that I bow to no one. I am willing to aid your cause, as making an enemy of you would be foolish, but know that myself nor my generals shall be pawns.

[He smirks again.]

So long as we remain on that same page, I can certainly act as aid.

Even if she were to disappear, I would keep this "Cinder" alive in the hearts of those in this place. What she has accomplished or not is immaterial. All that matters is that they fear her. That is enough.

[Diablo laughs a bit.]

Fear not, if I need pieces on the board I can create them myself. I prefer to do things personally, but should I need something akin to that, you and your generals are far from my sight.

Even a mere illusion would be enough to terrify them. Humans truly are feeble minded. It is a wonder how easily broken one can become by simply encountering the most basic of terrors.

[But it makes for reasonable entertainment. Although that's more Oculus and Mobius' alley than his, but he's not one to skip mentally breaking someone for fun once in a while.]

I am happy to know that. In that regard, I believe we can maintain a steadfast alliance in this realm.

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And yet that fragility is what can be their greatest strength as well. Do not underestimate them. They have been a thorn in my siblings' sides for some time now.

[He grins a bit.]

That pleases me to know. The time will soon come to bathe this place in flames.

Perhaps I simply have yet to come across a human that is worth my attention. I am afraid mortals have proven quite dull in most regards. Maybe they aren't all the same after all.

[But he also has yet to present a reason in his realm for any mortals to come hunting him. He had no doubt there would be attempts if his existence were revealed.]

I will be waiting for that then. I do hope it will prove as amusing as you make it seem.

[It was another evening where Reiner was looking for a place to stay. During his search he had fel like someone was, indeed, watching him. It was an odd sensation, but Reiner wasn't really scared. More fascinated, rather.

Once he was in a quiet corner of a street, he turned around to spot the cloaked figure there, not moving from the spot he was.]

Who are you?

[When speaking, it was with the voice of a young woman, though distorted as if a pair of deeper voices were whispering in unison with her.]

Someone who understands your... predicament.

[Reiner seems amused by that term.]

Predicament... I guess you can call it that, in a way.

[Sure, it wasn't fun having to constantly look behind your back and watch what you're saying, but he chose that path so he doesn't look that bothered.]

You don't feel like a normal person.

It isn't fair, is it? They grow fat and lazy, while a warrior of your caliber is forced into squalor... a grave injustice. I too know what it is like to be exiled from one's home, unappreciated, unrewarded.

[When the situation is put into words like that, Reiner can agree with that. It's rather frustrating in its own way, to sometimes see them living their normal life. Maybe even more frustrating that he could have had that, too, in some sense.]

It's how this world and all the others seem to work. Not that I'd be against a change.

So, what are you after by talking with me?

[The face beneath the hood smirks slightly as the conversation takes this turn.]

I am just as disgusted by this as you. I want them to know the terror of true combat. The burden you have had to carry alone for far too long.

[A small hand slips from the long sleeves of the cloak, pale broken skin covering it as it's extended out toward Reiner.]

...I seek allies like you.

[Somehow, this feels like a decision that could change a lot. The person before him is definitely not a human. There's a far more intimidating presence there than any human could produce.

Then again, it was a presence that Reiner welcomed. So without too much hesitation, he extends his own hand to grab the others'.]

[There was a low chuckle as the spare hand brought down the hood revealing Leah's pale, scarred and deathlike face twisted into an unholy grin as she gripped Reiner's hand.]

Good. Soon, we shall show those that have scorned you why they say "war is Hell."

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I just realized what I did. /)_(\ I'm such a doof

Oh XD I just thought Diablo was REALLY into his titles!

Nope, just me being a dork and having crap memory. xD

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