Devious decides to wait a while before she summons Iadon and his army. She knows that her father will be more alert, but also knows that she cannot wait forever. She ensures her father and mother are occupied, then makes her way out of the palace.
Someone unexpectedly grasps her arm, and pushes her roughly against the nearest wall. Devious growls, ripping her arm out of the unwelcome grasp.
"What do you think you are doing witch?"
Misandrea grimaces at the term 'witch', but does not back away from Devious.
"You think you're really clever don't you?"
Devious shrugs.
"I am rather intelligent, yes."
Misandrea is tempted to slap her, but resists.
"You're such a smartass. But I'm not fooled, okay? I know Cal and I know that he wouldn't do something like try to kill his own father."
Devious taps a finger on her chin, biting her lip.
"Yes, it does seem quite out of character I admit. However, ask my brother yourself if you are in doubt, he will tell you the truth."
Misandrea snaps and attempts to slap Devious in the face, but Devious grabs her wrist, bone breakingly tight, slowly adding more and more pressure. Misandrea grits her teeth, grasping at Devious's hand, but does not gain any leverage. Devious leans in dangerously close, so that Misandrea is close enough to feel her breathe on
her face.
"You should learn your place little witch. I am more powerful than you will ever be, and I can easily turn that pretty little face of yours into something from your darkest nightmares. Use that miniscule mind of yours and leave the matter be."
Devious releases Misandrea's wrist, and Misandrea quickly pulls it away, rubbing it tenderly. Devious watches her, obviously waiting for a reaction. Misandrea glares at her, and without another word walks away.
Devious continues as if nothing happened, exiting the palace and entering the dark forest, this time not going in
the direction of the portal, but towards the Acheron river, pausing at the edge. This river is the river of pain. Any being who enters the river will be over come by agonizing pain, until they leave it. Devious knows she has to go in the river in order to get to the gates of the underworld.
Devious selects a large section of the river in her mind, knowing she will also be bringing an army back with her. Concentrating, she places a hand reluctantly into the water, immediately feeling agonizing pain. Ignoring it the best she can, she uses her mind to ebb magic into the water, spreading it out across the section in her mind, willing it
to stay until she willed it otherwise. She knows she is successful when the pain vanishes, leaving the section of the water just that, ordinary water. Devious lowers herself into the water, and with no pain, she makes her way to the other side, the water reaching just past her waist. Reaching the other side, she climbs out of the
water, using more of her magic to dry herself off, knowing she will have to repeat the process on her way back.
Reaching the gate too the Underworld, she finds Cerberus, the three headed large hell hound that guards the gates, not allowing anyone to pass in or out without Hades' permission. Cerberus perks up as he spots Devious, standing only a few feet away.
"I suppose we could not just keep this between the two of us?"
Cerberus growls in response, drool dripping from all three of his jaws.
"I shall take that as a no then."
Before Cerberus can react, Devious launches a powerful blast of magic at him, and he drops to the ground, falling unconscious.
Stepping over him, Devious kicks open the gates, the hinges creaking loudly. Devious uses her mind to alert Iadon she is ready, turning the marble in his hands red. Almost immediately, Iadon appears, a massive army of Demons hissing and cackling behind him. Devious nods approvingly at him.
"I am glad you do not disappoint Iadon."
Iadon chuckles lightly, now wielding a two headed axe.
"I think you'll learn I'm not the disappointing type."
They gaze at each other for a few moments, until Devious breaks eye contact, her eyes roaming over the vast army of Demons.
"Are they fully under your control?"
Iadon lifts his hand, showing Devious a silver ring, a large red stone encased in the centre.
"You're not the only one who can use darker magic to bend things to their will."
Oh, Devious is starting to enjoy him, even though she does not intend to let it show.
"I need you and your army to attack the palace, keep the guards and soldiers occupied, while I see to my father. Are you able to do that?"
Iadon narrows his eyes, feeling slightly patronized, but nods.
Devious leads Iadon and his army over the river, and back to the palace. Iadon orders the army to attack anyone and anything, except from Hades and Persephone. The Demons screech loudly, and then charge into the palace. Shouts sound out from inside, followed by screams. Iadon glances at Devious.
"Keep them fighting, time for me to dispose of father."
Before Iadon can respond, Devious slips inside, summoning the Forsakener, her magic tinted blade, using it to slice her way to the upper levels of the palace. Reaching the throne room, two guards are positioned outside, blades drawn. Sensing the danger, they lunge at Devious, who easily knocks them both to the ground, then beheads them both with
Forsakener. She throws open the throne room doors, finding her father sitting on his throne, his own blade resting in his hand. Devious glances around, expecting more guards to try and intercept her, but none appear. Devious pauses in the centre of the room, letting Forsakener calmly rest at her side. She grins menacingly.
"Hello again, father."
