Yomi's Lair
Yomi watched the image-of Maya and Kurama's embrace, seething. He moaned, grasping his head in frustration, his fingers actually sinking into his skull. Yomi's neck was stretching and starting to tear as he pulled on his own head.
Kuronue backed away from the impending explosion.
Yomi Screamed. "No, Not again!"
"Easy, Master, wow... This is no time to loose your head." Kuronue said.
Yomi exerted a monumental effort to control himself.
"You're right. I am calm. I am heartless. I have no feelings whatsoever." Yomi said.
"Sir." Kuronue said.
Yomi opened his eyes, suddenly smiling.
"I feel a sudden onset of clarity, Kuronue. I'll have to kill her myself. In person." Yomi said.
Kuronue was amazed. "What, you mean - physically?"
"You know what they say. If you want something done right..." Yomi said.
"But that means ... going topside?!" Kuronue said.
"Exactly. I have so many fond memories of Paris and killing the last of the Romanovs with my own hands, will be so dee... licous. Well, time to go." Yomi said.
"But you're dead! You're falling apart! Sir, how do you expect to get to Paris in one piece?" Kuronue said.
"I thought we'd take the train." Yomi laughed.
Yomi raised the Reliquary. Thunder and lightning cracked. Billowing smoke filled the room as Yomi rocketed thru the ceiling.
"Wow!" Kuronue said.