Death broke the silence, "Strife never fails to rile them up."

"It is distasteful really.. " they dismounted their horses, and beckoned Sam to follow. Lucifers guards opens the great bronze doors leading to the meeting chamber. When they enter, is the same moment is issuing a challenge to Samuel as show of force, very typical. Chaos and Corruption are standing off to the side looking at Strife with severe disapproval, but elated to see Death. "Is everything going well?" Death, Sam, and War walked to the middle of the room.

"Not exactly Brother." Corruption spoke up.

"Whatever do you mean, it seems like Strife is having fun."

"Yes, And only strife." spoke the other female, Chaos.

"Of course you would, since you-" Strife paused his shouting as Samuel. "Ah, finally. Death and War are here. With a bearing visitor." Sam rolled her shoulders, trying to relieve a bit of her tension.

Lucifer leaned forward on his throne, "Who is this you bring to my chambers, pale rider?" Death looked at War, who spoke up after a moment of thought. "The one who took the power from the necklace."

There was a shift in the room, all the Demon lords and horsemen turning their full attention to Sam. To her, there eyes were heavy and confused. Samuel was probably the most. "Is that.. A human?!" Followed by another voice, "Of course not, why would a human be brought here?" And another Sam had known, Gremory, had a thing for all women. "A demon with a human appearance."

The thought to Sam of being referred to as a human was offending yet highly understandable. The air slowly got dense, then a sudden heavy surge of energy shook the room, emitting from her to the rhythm of her heartbeat. She was growling and obviously pissed off, and it stopped abruptly as her neck twitched, followed by her cracking her neck. She didn't want to show it long for multiple reasons.

The demon lords spoke among themselves, eyeing her, and analyzing her. Though none as thoroughly as Lucifer was. "Does the red rider speak true, did you take the power?" She held out her hand, wavering it a bit with a shrug. She didn't "take" it exactly. "And why? I have no memory of you ever taking part in higher events in Hell and beyond. Why did you take upon yourself to take what is rightfully ours?"

Sam Looked halfway up at him, shaking her head with a disgusted expression obviously visible with what little is seen from the hood. An unfamiliar voice chuckled, "Ha! The girl cannot even speak." Followed with Samuel again, "Perhaps it is better to not speak when they're idiots such as the White Rider in the room." Strife simply flicked him off at that. Sam's growling picked up again, trying to roll her shoulders to calm more.

There was a loud thumping sound, the room going silent except for Lucifer who was shouting. "Ugh! I cannot believe this outrage! It is decided. You will hand over the power this moment or Heaven will have to compensate." There were uneasy glances all around, "Are you implying they would ever do such a thing?" huffed the pale rider. "Of course." Samuel crossed his arms, leaning back. "It is only fair. Unless another war is in order."

Sam rolled up her sleeve on her left arm, and started scratching letters into her skin. "What is she doing?" Only Strife noticed, he was probably eyeballing her and ignoring the argument for once. She held up the arm near War's face. He looked at her before reading it aloud; "Power is gone." The room looked at him, then her, and she started to scratch more. Once by War's face, he read "Destroyed." She shoved her hands back into her pockets, awaiting a response. The room was quiet, staring at her, and then all of a sudden a loud clash of arguing and heavy voices were thrown around the room. The only quiet one, was Lucifer, thinking deeply about something. All Sam was to do was wait for a resolution, so she leaned back on nothing and crossed her arms over her chest.

After a while, Samuel shouted for the attention, as its what he got. "Wait! There can be only one outcome to this. Rage With The Heavens! " A voice she still didn't know who belonged to, "Take back what is ours!" Lucifer simply shook his head, knowing the first loss. Sam growled at hearing this, and most of the lords agreeing didn't help. There were only four who had not agreed yet, off to the left of the chamber. Sam was staring at the floor, thinking about various things and memories she's shared with the people in the room.

"You two." The pale rider was commanding others, go back to The Emerald City and see if there can be a way to avoid this senseless violence." Strife and corruption left the room. "That leaves you." He appointed, looking at sam who hadn't heard a word. He snapped his fingers in her face, causing her to twitch at the unnoticed movement. She stood on her feet again with her hands in her pockets, looking down yet towards him. "Upsetting the balance is not something you should do in the future. It could... " He was cut off by Lucifer plopping into his throne again. "The scroll. Pale rider, what did you do to it?"

Death took a moment to reply, "The angels have it." Finally breaking his calm look, Lucifer storms out of the chamber and flies to his palace in the high mountains of Hell. Most of the other demon lords leave to go fly to their castles as well. "The demons are only angry because they didn't get anything." Death crossed his arms as he spoke. "The scroll will most likely stay with the angels and remain unshared." Chaos bounded over, "Oh, what goodies it contains! I hear it even tells of the origins of the Creator himself!" War seemed agitated, " You speak nonsense, as always."

No longer wanting to stand, sam sits cross legged in the air, with her elbows on her knees, her hands holding her jaw, obviously bored, but listening. "But this will only result in nothing. The whole thing will blow over eventually. Sad, I wanted to see a war." War himself shoot his head at the young female horsemen. Death, War, and Chaos start to make their way out, War as the only one to settle a goodbye. "Farewell, Odd one." Sam waved, and stretched, going to follow after but getting called by one of the four lords who stayed behind in the chamber. "You there, woman. Come, let us have words... or hand signals. Whatever." Sam hesitated, but walked over, keeping distance and still looking at the ground. The voice from the far left spoke now, "There are magics present here in this city that can help you with your voice, you know." She looked up a bit more, not much. Another from the middle, "It's true, there are some very skilled mages here in town that can help. We'll pay the bill if you so desire."

Sam was very suspicious of this, and tilted her head at there notion. The one who hasn't spoke was admiring her level of caution. The three voices took turns speaking, "Come now, it wouldn't be hard. Unless you were cursed, those are tough to remove."

"Quite."

"Highly."

Sam leaped slightly, settling cross legged in the air so she was level with there heads, scratching into her arm once more, and showing them. "Whats the catch? Well... nothing really. Oh wait! "

"Yes yes, the deal."

"Can you try to not make such disturbances here in Hell?"

The girl forced her arm to heal a bit, leaving soft scars, and wrote some more with her clawed right hand, into her left arm: I doubt you knew I existed. I think I'm doing a swell job as it is.

The one who hasn't spoken words to her laughed quietly, and the other three debated to themselves. She pulled her sleeve down again, elbows on her knees, holding up her head and waiting. After a few minutes of boredom, the first voice spoke to her, " Fine, fine. one human week from now, go to the shop near the entrance of the city, you'll see it. There is a naga there, she will take care of you. We'll foot the bill."

Sam tilted her head, pulling up the sleeve, doing the same process again, and scratching the words: And why exactly? I'm just somebody who showed up and caused trouble. According to you, anyway.

"We are trying to extend to you some good will, if that is even possible coming people such as us. "

Sam froze, it's been a fairly long time since somebody has tried to be kind. She finally scratched the words, Thank you. And took her place on the ground again. She didn't notice them leaving until she heard the door, or that the quiet one had waved at her. She waved, not knowing or caring if they were looking. She stood there for awhile, thinking to herself, before leaving and making her own way back to her perch at her tree.