Forgot to mention I haven't played the game in a while. And the build-up is slow because I want to start up a friendship.

Down Low! Up High!

They heard footsteps. Mithos and Clementine immediately began making agonized noises. But Clementine kept the portrait nearby so that she could admire it. So her agonized noises sounded like admiration half the time. Mithos secretly thought she had a screwed up childhood.

When Lloyd's group came, they immediately gasped and observed the damage. Then they noticed Mithos and Clementine as "survivors."

"Are...are you okay? What happened?" asked Lloyd.

"Oh, oh! It was terrible!" started Clementine, her hand to her forehead. Then she muttered under her breath with a quick look at Mithos' portrait "So cool, so cool!" She looked back at Lloyd. "Clementine was so scared! These bats--"

"Angels," coughed Mithos.

"...Batty angels, you know? They looked so irritable! And next thing she knew, her home was in flames! BANG! And gone! And she, she had to crawl--" Back to the portrait. "Can't believe I met him!" "Crawl on the groud, desperate, away from the fire!"

"Wait, angels?" asked Sheena.

"They had wings, so they had to be angels right?" said Mithos.

"Are you alright? That must have been traumatic to be caught in the midst of that," said Raine, concerned.

By now, Clementine was muttering incoherently to the portrait, sometimes casting glances at Mithos. But none of the others could catch a glimpse of it, and Mithos chose to ignore her for the moment.

And so they talked more, and the next thing they knew, Mithos and Clementine were dumped at Altessa's house for protection and such. But Mithos clearly didn't intend to stay there. He knew exactly when Genis wanted to visit, so he calculated when he would have to be at Altessa's. During the intervals he wasn't there, why not relax at Welgaia, kill some slacking angels, order people around?

"Going to cause some violence," said Mithos at one point.

"Oh, can Clementine watch?" Clementine asked excitedly.

"If Clementine wants to," said Mithos. He flicked her head for fun.

"Owww..." whined Clementine.

"Look, a dying penguiner!" exclaimed Mithos suddenly.

"WHERE? Is there blood?" asked Clementine excitedly, looking around. At that instant, Mithos grabbed her arm roughly and teleported.

"Clementine is confused..." moaned Clementine when they reached Welgaia.

Mithos didn't reply, just cackled softly. If that's possible. Fine, softly just seemed like a good adjective. It was actually very ear-piercing.

Then an angel flew to him, having noticed he arrived. "Lord Yggdrasil! You're back! Is there anything I can do for you?"

"Of course." Mithos formed a ball of light around his fist and struck the angel in the stomach. "DIE!" A hole appeared and the angel immediately crumpled and...went to a better place. "HAHAHAHAHA!"

He was proud of himself. But then he saw Clementine with tears on her face. Mithos was shocked, and wondered if he should kill her too. "You...why are you crying?"

"That...was so...beautiful! Clementine just saw art at its best!" exclaimed Clementine, her joyful tears streaming down. She wiped them away though.

A light blush formed on Mithos' face. He pulled back his arm from the angel's body, but then noticed a small scratch on his fist. "I must have brushed against the ring he's wearing..."

"Huh? You're hurt!" Clementine took Mithos' hand and held a finger over the tiny miniscule scratch that no one else would waste TP over. A white light glowed and the scratch disappeared.

"Pointless," commented Mithos, whose blush darkened. Clementine may be crazy, but her healing or rather obsession over himself was very similar to Martel. Well no wonder he had a sister complex! Martel started it!

"But history can't be marred," pointed out Clementine. "Clementine woudn't know what to do if a primary source was injured!"

"Your healing...to what extent can you heal?" asked Mithos.

"Uhh...Clementine doesn't know what you mean," admitted Clementine.

Mithos pointed to the angel. "Can you heal him?"

"Oh, oh! Clementine sees the light now!" She bent down and concentrated. "BANG!" As soon as she shouted that, the angel sat up, resurrected and healed.

"Lord Yggdrasil! I had the worst dream that you killed me--" started the angel.

"DIE!" yelled Mithos sadistically, and he killed him again.

Then Mithos grinned evilly. "Hahahahaha! Impressive. Lloyd gravely wounded me last time. I think I'll keep you around after all. I'll be unstoppable. HAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Clementine yawned. "Clementine's tired now. She says good night, evil historical hero..." And with that, she dropped to the floor and fell asleep.

Mithos frowned. "She didn't even follow up my laugh." He tried kicking her to wake her up but it didn't work. "Genis and the others won't be back till late tomorrow. I'll take her to the castle."

An angel nearby giggled.

"What are you looking at?" The angel was promptly killed.

"Waste of space..." spat Mithos, who liked violence more than was healthy. Then he teleported, and since his foot was still near Clementine, she was caught in the warp. He tossed her limp form onto a couch and then left to push around Pronyma.