Rubbing his eyes Damien Vryce remembered the boy, the one who alluded to Tarrant still being alive. Even though Damien knew that if he even once spoke his thoughts about that boy being Gerald Tarrant, the deal he must have made with the one god would be destroyed, killing him instantly. For all of Tarrant's dark past and the many deaths he had caused, Damien missed having him as a companion. The Hunter had proven to be a useful member of whatever party he was in and despite his black deal with the UnNamed ones still managed to let his humanity be noticed once in a while. Sighing Damien rose from his seat, scattered his payment on the table and headed out into the dark streets of Jaggonath. He still was having a hard time sleeping at night, his many months with the Hunter, who could not be in the light, had greatly affected his sleep patterns. For a large man he was agile and always ready to defend himself but he was completely caught off guard when the tall woman stepped in his path.

"Hello Damien Vryce. I see the night still holds you in its spell," came a sultry voice from the shadowed face. Vryce jumped back a little and flexed his hand, ready to draw his sword if needed. The woman laughed and turned so that the light of Casca fell upon her pale features, "You both know and do not know who I am Reverend. I am both the one whom you so recently were thinking about and someone else all together. You may call me Phoenix, for that is the name the Mother has given me." His hand fell useless to his side as she spoke," You are Izeu?" With a smile she replied, "I am only half. Half of me is human, come from the humanity of the darkest man to walk the planet... I am Gerald Tarrant's humanity. Gasping Damien could do nothing but stare. As her watched her it began to make sense. She was pale and dark all at the same time, delicate beauty, frail yet strong... Everything Gerald hunted and maybe even more.