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Griffon moaned as he was shooken, only aware of that which started slowly waking him.

Bael strangled him until he passed out from lack of oxygen.

He was out like a light.

"Stop doing that, Bael!" Dalliah growled. "Si use to like her meals alive! Your gunna hurt him or something." Dalliah entered Baels cabin home, waiting for Si to fallow.

He snorted "Hes very much alive. Id just prefer him not to know what my home looks lik." He opened the door and dumpded him on the nearby table. "And besides, im not gonna let our pretty friend go hungry." He added.

"I've never seen Si so sick and weak before... I don't get why she wont eat or hasn't been? Have we been that busy with wedding things?" Dalliah asked her body guard with a small grin that curled her lips. With out another word, Dalliah sat next to the knocked out man, "Wake up, dear. I need you."

While Griffon was generally a medium sleeper, due to being knocked out for so much time he was very light at the moment. He wake up instantly and bolted to sitting position yelling "I DIDN'T TAKE THE..." He looked around and cussed, one of the few times he ever has. "I'd rather have had the other dream be real, at least I would have gotten away with eating that cookie from the cookie jar." He scowled at them and crossed his arms. "Alright she-devil where am I and why am I where I am?" He was taking a different approach to the situation, plus he had had a rather odd dream which made this not seem so far odd.

"Under City, what you humans call Hell my dear." Dalliah's eyes flashed. "Your in this place because I have a dear friend that needs your lovely blood." Dalliah ran her finger under Griffons chin. She stood, her devils tail waving behind her, her horns at the side of her head, her wings flexed out.

Griffon raised a brow. "Ew." He wrinkled his face at the thought. "Why would a vampire be down here? They have no souls. Besides," he swatted the hand away, "how do you know my blood won't make her sick?"

"All creatures petty humans don't believe in live in Under City, fool. Humans no nothing!" Dalliah growled. "I am the princess and I know my evil creatures. Human blood of any kind will fill her just fine."

Griffon scooted off the table. "You would kill a story teller? One who tells the deads of what is done?" He shook his head in dissapointment at the daemon. "Tsk tsk tsk. Story tellers aren't the ones you kill. If you wanted good blood you should have gone with the tender at the bar." He gave a small laugh. "I thought the princess of the under world would have been alot smarter than this! Besides, who trades a story teller for a maid?"

Bael bared his teeth at the impudent human. "Perhaps." He replied to Dali. He held the human down and beckoned Si to feed.

Dalliah smacked the man across the face. "Do not talk bad of me again or I will have Si suck the life out of you." Dalliah snapped her finger as a purple static rope warped around the man. "I wont play your petty games.

Bael simply growled.

Griffon sighed. "Well go ahead, kill a Pardoner. See how the other daemons feel when they learn about that."

"Other demons now down to be human, so stop acting like your of any importance. This cocky attitude could get you killed." Dalliah got Si, a beautiful girl with long black hair entered the room, her face was dark from hunger. She didnt look a day over 20,

Bael grunted and gave Dali a quick kiss. "Ive got some calls to make." He said and turned and left for the living room.

"Me important? Ha!" He created two small balls of light in his hands that interrupted the electricity and he sat up. "Try my great great great something grandfather, William Pardoner. He's been to Hell and left alive, they liked the stories." He shrugged at her. "Could? Well that would imply that you aren't going to have this beauty here use me as a blood cocktail, which you have already told me is going to happen." He slid off the other side of the table so it separated them and stood up.

(You never said he had powers?)

Dalliah scoffed. Hell does allow things to leave? Why do you think there are things that go bump in the night? Under City is more or less their homes." Dalliah shook her head. "Si will not kill you if you stop being mouthy."

(Griff does, hes demonstrated them to hanzo)

Bael growled a warning from the living room. "This is my home and you will respect my rules. Rule number one, DO. NOT. DISRESPECT. DALI." He snarled. "As the acient greeks said, your hubris will be punished by the gods. And here, i AM God."