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Taryn sat perfectly still before Lucivar, so still in fact that the Eyrien wasn't sure she was breathing anymore. The only reason he was letting her attempt to release him was so he could protect her better. She would need him for where they were going. Hearing noises from beyond the wall of his prison, Lucivar took in a sudden breath. They couldn't be caught; she couldn't fall into Zuultah's hands. Lucivar didn't know how the rose jeweled girl was going to free him, but if she was she'd have to do it fast. Hearing her mumbling something under her breath, his eyes widened as hers shot open and locked with his.
The shock of feeling the ring of obedience vanish from its place around his organ made him choke back a sob of relief. That relief soon vanished as Taryn slumped to the side. Moving quickly he caught her before her head could connect with the stone floor. Gazing down at her he smiled as he noticed her eyes were open and she hadn't feinted.
"Sorry, I got dizzy." She breathed, as he stroked her hair, before wiggling from his arms, and standing.
"Time to go." She said with a clap of her hands.
"Are we going straight to the keep?"
Scrunching up her face, she shrugged. "We can't stay here, and we don't really have anywhere else to go."
"To Hell it is then."
Smiling Taryn grabbed his hand.
"How are we going to get out of here though doll?"
Giving him a look, she shook her head. "By riding the webs."
"There aren't any here."
Making a noise close to a growl, she rolled her eyes. "Yes there are, how do you think I get here?"
Staying quiet Lucivar tried to feel for a web, but couldn't.
"Just hold my hand silly." She chats sized.
Opening his mouth to say something, he closed it as he felt a familiar, but foreign feeling take over him. The web they were riding held no color that he could see.
Lucivar wasn't sure how long it took for them to get to their destination. Of course he thought they were going to a gate to switch realms. Honestly, Lucivar had no idea how they were even getting to Hell.
His feet connected with solid ground, and for a moment he stood in a daze.
"Lucivar?" That small, yet powerful voice questioned with worry.
"Where are we?"
Pulling her hand free, she stood before him, hands on her hips with a look asking 'are you serious?'
"We're at the High Lord's keep." She spoke slowly, in a condescending tone.
All Lucivar could think was that the jewel Taryn possessed had to be for show, because there was no way a witch wearing rose could do the things his little witch could.