A/N: Stares at previous reviews Well it is nice to see that you all are really liking this. Feedback is appreciated. Any and All kinds infact.I would like to publicly say to Harry: thank you for sticking with me on this. Random as this can seem at times one good critic does help you go on. If you have any opinion on this please share. I really, really don't bite. (hard)coughcough Thanks!

DISCLAIMER: Money what money? Rights? Hah! Right, I wish. Who on earth is making money off of a bunch of characters that we DON'T OWN! We are just twisting and contorting them for our own sick and twisted pleasure. (Hopefully they won't be to emotionally scarred by it.) Any way, NOT MINE!

Darklight13

Purgatory

Sitting back letting the wind blow through her hair Cyren paused for a while. She had so much to do and yet…this needed to be addressed. Besides, the soul hunters were searching for the new sent. Rinoa was on a blasted field day, killing like crazy.

Looking up into the azure sky she wondered what life was like under this blue cover. Her life was lived in perpetual dusk. Where the sky was always a reddish hue, this …cerulean atmosphere was disconcerting.

The Dynasty was sealed from her for now, hunting Anubis and Siam was not an option. Why? She had never been prevented from going into any realm. Why now? Right when she needed to be in that realm the most. Rinoa was violent but Siam was …worse. In his sick mind s ahe had been fasting since the day the police had found him carving into a pregnant woman's body to eat the unborn child, with the poor woman still alive. They had been so horrified by her screams and when he had turned on them with the butcher knife there had been no hesitation. Six bullets had penetrated into his brain as another seven or eight filled his body.

The baby died, the mother not long behind it. Her soul had been so fragile that Cyren had allowed her to pass into glory with no resistance; she had suffered enough in life. Siam, on the other hand, had the book thrown at him. As a sociopath mass murderer he was a relentless, violent, matter-of-fact, charming man, prone to some of the most horrific feats known to mankind. Then able to wash his hands and go play ball with his children. Monster.

What was going on? What was the divinity thinking?

Sighing she rubbed her temple with her hand. This was giving her a migraine.

A sharp howl that turned into a yip sounded out. Cyren looked up to see a Hunter on the ground snarling at his feet. His canine-like muzzle was pulled back showing his fangs, eyes glowing red. He had been tripped. At seven feet something that was a long fall. Problem was who would trip him? Standing she made her way over to the beast. It was wriggling its paw-feet like it was trying to untangle something.

Once she reached it the Lady Justice knelt by the creature's feet. Looking intently she found what she was searching for. Finer than spider's silk and as strong as reinforced titanium the strands were commonly called demon glass. Though it was very rare, only those that were extremely blessed or ridiculously powerful had access to it. Somehow the Hunter managed to get his feet tangled or wrapped in the substance and fell. Or something had done it for him.

A chuckle came from her right. Turning she came face to muzzle with a….raccoon? A laughing on at that. "Explain."

The odd creature stopped laughing, but the sparkle never left it's eyes. It was only partially there. Cheshire cat like it was only half in this world. It seemed to be sitting in a portal of some kind where shadows sought to hide anything and everything. Casually propping its front paws on the edge of this portal in a leaning position, it answered with a question.

"Have you forgotten to do something recently?" Cyren frowned, stood and turned from the sprit. "I have better things to do than make reports to lackeys." With a snarl the Soul Hunter ripped off the last of the demon glass and lunged for the little spirit, claws and fangs first. With a quick swirl the portal shut saving the raccoon from harm. At the same time another portal opened up in front of Cyren and the specter popped up into her view

Again.

"Ah, I see, you have to save your pride and catch all of the escapees yourself, never mind the fact that you are using Micah's familiars and not your own AND forgetting the fact that you went to Micah begging for help. Who, by the way, got permission for you to leave your realm for an extended period of time and lobbied for clemency on your behalf for your screw up. Yes you certainly have your priorities straight."

Cyren felt like snarling herself. Instead she decided to taunt the little spirit. "So your Master decides to send his little dog out to fetch me back to his side. I don't think so. I'm not his bitch that he can call back to his side"

Unfazed the raccoon turned his head and studied her. "Tell me Cyren, what kind of being is Micah?"

" He is a cherubim. You should know that, imbecile." Frustrated that her taunts had been ignored she sought to drive the little creature away. He was beginning to bother her. Maybe she should allow the Hunter his chance at revenge.

"Huh, odd." Odd? How was that odd? What was the spirit thinking? She turned and began walking away. The portal floated along with her, pacing her. " My lady, how do you think I got the demon glass?"

"Micah had given it to you" was her only response. The portal stopped in mid air and she continued on relieved that the blasted creature had decided to leave her alone. "You stupid woman." Freezing at that Cyren whirled to face the spirit. Her anger tinting her aura orange. The familiar did not back away, unafraid of her flaring temper.

"What?" she half whispered staring at the scoffing creature. "Think woman, stop letting your pride and ambition cloud your mind. Where is demon glass made? How long can it exist outside of its realm?" During this time she had been gathering her power to launch a spiritual attack on the familiar, but she paused. A few strong spirits devoted to their task and protecting their product for all eternity made demon glass in the Dynasty. Once taken out of that realm it would only last a few hours, then melt it would into nothing. The strands used on the hunter had been fresh. That meant…

"Micah has been to the Dynasty! That means that I…" "Cyren! Foolish, stupid, ignorant, self-centered idiotic woman. Look around you! Do you really think all of these hunters would be here if he had been?" Looking about her she realized that this was true. Micah could at any point call the hunters back to his side. (Why hadn't he done so already?) If he had found a way into the Dynasty he would have summoned them to him and left her here, in the Mortal realm to find Rinoa. But then how…?

Releasing her built up energy she studied the spirit before her. It would be a waste to heave it at him as it wouldn't even faze him. "Who are you?" she asked quietly. With as much reverence as she could muster.

This time when the spirit smiled it was a much more open. "Me? I'm just a being shadow and light. No one important, I'm just a trickster, a thief, and opportunist. But if it is a name your looking for you may call me Quicksilver. Information is my specialty."

"Information huh?" Cyren replied with a smile. The spirit was keeping something from her, oh well; let him keep his secrets she didn't really need to know much about the being. Just as long as she knew that he would not betray her. Obviously Micah had no idea what was working with him; else he would have sent some other sprit. No, Quicksilver had his own agenda. This was going to get interesting.

"Well then Quicksilver, let's make a deal."