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AN: Re-wrote the chapter because it sucked, alot. Hopefully its better now since the content was changed.

Chapter 7- Separated
"Why did you become a priest?"

The priestess in question could only stare back blankly in reply. Not many had asked her the same question. Not many being none at all. And it was particularly queer when that question came from the one person she was sure to have hated her guts for reasons she had yet to fathom.

Dante glared back, regretting his decision to speak almost immediately as an expression devoid of any thought appeared on the priestess' face. They had been sitting in front of the fire for hours, waiting for sunrise so they could finally get out of the godforsaken place. The place being that house they were sent to investigate, which still remained positively client free upon their arrival.

Neither two of his party member have made an attempt to start a conversation all night. Mainly because Eve was busy tending to the last wounds and bruises on the knight. And the knight himself too busy yelping in pain to form a comprehensible sentence.

It wasn't so much because of the lack of conversation that made Dante open his mouth. He enjoyed moments from time to time when his guild mates would actually shut up. But something, like the way the priestess had been frowning in concentration, the way her eyes seem to glaze over, leaving the assassin to wonder whether she had fallen asleep on her feet, every time her fingers glowed green (whoever designed these spells had little taste in colour).

That was irritating, for some odd reason.

"Um-" she uttered, seemingly to have finally found the use of her tongue.

The assassin watched her expectantly, this became a look of annoyance when the priestess said nothing more.

"Because God called you?" Dante snapped. " Because of some stupid obligation you have to aid any idiot that crosses your paths?"

"Dante!" Gaven chided, startled by the assassin's sudden out burst. Whilst Eve stared back in silence,the assassin had let something slip just then, though she couldn't exactly put her finger on what it was.

"You make me sick." Dante huffed, before stalking off.

She could have lived without him telling her that, really. Even if his actions had spoken out aloud in the past few months that she was not one of his favourites. Hearing someone telling her that she made them sick was different.

They left the house early in the morning, with Dante stalking ahead from the rest of the group and blatantly refusing to speak to anyone. Eve didn't know how the short discussion of priesthood the night before had lead to all this, but she was now sure that the fact she existed was enough to send the assassin cross on a random tantrum. And Dante on a foul mood was a promising start to the return trip of absolute hell.

And in fact, it was.

Perhaps it was the way Dante prowled on at an inhuman speed, or maybe she was still tried out from all that healing the night before. Eve found herself rapidly loosing sight of the two others (Gaven was on his giant bird, which made him very fast) despite the number of speed spells she cast on herself.

So it was (since she had no sense of direction what so ever) that the priestess found herself lost, and staring at a pair of rusty gates within fifteen minutes of aimless wandering. Beyond, stood the fallen city of Glastheim.

She groaned inwardly. Things deteriorated rather rapidly from there on.

It was actually Koo (Gaven's pecopeco) that realized someone was missing from their little group. The giant bird warbled loudly for a while, then, as its rider AKA master didn't seem to get the point, stopped abruptly and threw Gaven off its back in the process.

Of course, anyone would have yelled loudly as they sail through the air. The knight regained contact with the ground again shortly with a terribly loud rattle.

His steed looked at him reproachfully. A small distance away, the assassin cross also stopped in his tracts.

"I think I broke my neck." The knight groaned.

"Shame," Dante approached. "We could arrange a nice funeral for you if you like."

Gaven looked hurt. Koo squawked loudly.

"We could always bury that bird with you." The assassin cross suggested, dodging swiftly as the giant bird took a nip at him. "Or roast it at your funeral."

The knight looked horrified. "You wouldn't!"

Dante shrugged. The Pecopeco squawked again, this time more urgently.

"What is it Koo?" It master was courteous enough to not ignore it this time.

The steed glanced meaningfully behind it, short wings flapping. Two pairs of eyes soon followed in that direction.

"Uh," the knight said uncertainly as he stood up. "Eve?"

Eve stood panting behind slammed shut door, on the other side; she could hear loud rattling and stamping of hooves. Abyssmal knight, the same one that chased her across half the Glastheim grounds with scary pointing things. The next time someone complained they're putting on weight, she'd make sure that they'd hire an Abyssmal knight.

But all plans of exercise aside, Eve looked found herself glancing with absolute confusion at the interior of the building she had just shut herself in. It was big, for one thing, that, and totally unfamiliar.

Going back out wasn't an option, unless she intended to be trampled by a few tones of demon knight and horse. With that in mind, the priestess carefully made her way across dusty marble floor, the space seem to expand as she walked on. Soon, a hallway stood before her in silence, complete with alters and benches.

This is…Her mind worked quickly, trying to remember the map of Glastheim she was made to memorize for an exam back in the Prontera church (whoever set the exam was obviously retarded enough to not be able to come up with anything else).

Of course, if the priestess knew she was standing in the churchyard of Glastheim (now days populated by thousands of rotting corpse) she would have paid more attention. If she had paid more attention to her surroundings, she would have been prepared as sudden rush of cold air popped up behind her, if she was prepared, she might have had the chance to do something before something hard struck her neck.

Then, everything went black.

End of chapter 7- Separated