Davy was nestled in the corner of the cell contemplating his next moves. Should he fight back? Should he stay put and wait for the cavalry to come in? Being in Hell there was no concept of time or knowing if time went on the same as it did on Earth. Had the guys even noticed something was amiss?

Davy was shaken out of his thoughts by a loud moaning sound. He approached the bars of his cell holding onto them for dear life. It was the first time he had viewed the environment beyond immediate surroundings. He looked further out from his cell a saw a large drop off into an enormous pit. He craned his neck to catch a glimpse of the contents of that pit. There were black ghostlike souls swirling around wailing in agony as they made contact with the sides of the pit mangled with jagged stone and fire.

Davy backed away rather quickly after that sight. It was terrifying. That's when he knew for sure that he didn't want any part of what Cate was offering. This is not what he wanted his life to be about. As if on cue, a swirl of smoke appeared.

"Hello," Cate said cheerfully.

He groaned and closed his eyes, "Oh great. You're back…"

"I would never leave my beloved for too long," Cate said hurriedly as if showing signs of neglect would cause Davy to leave.

"You here to finish me off, Sweetheart?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, last time you were down here you were threatening me with a weapon," he said getting to his feet.

"Oh Davy, I thought we were past all that. It was just a little spat, nothing earth shattering. I forgive you."

"Forgive me? You must be joking!"

"Listen, I know you got a little heated and tried to push my buttons. Psychological warfare is one of your strong suits. I notice these things. But, it's no reason to think I would cast you aside that quickly."

"You're insane you know that," Davy sneered.

Cate took that opportunity to approach her hostage in a more gentle way than she had before. She walked slowly as though she was caring for a small, injured animal.

"Get away from me; you have the aroma of hidden motives." Davy crossed the cell to the furthest point he could go without having to be near her.

Cate stopped in her tracks for fear of pushing away the person that mattered most to her. "What hidden motives? I've already divulged my plans to you and now I'm looking to get closer. Gain trust."

"Go to hell."

"We're already there."

"I meant figuratively," Davy said becoming annoyed.

"You gotta stop doing that."

"What? Being obnoxious? Makes you want to give up on me, right?"

"No, no saying things that make me wanna kiss you," Cate said continuing her journey towards her conquest. "I'm telling you that little temper you've got going on is so refreshing."

Davy began backing away, as was his normal reaction when Cate was on the prowl. "Ah, you like a temper. Well, uh that's not me. You see…I'm…I'm incredibly levelheaded. One of my flaws."

"Doesn't look that way to me. Looks to me like you're a mixture of things. You come off as malicious as a defense for the vulnerability you're experiencing…"

"What are you my therapist," Davy interrupted.

"…lucky for us both those traits make me absolutely weak in the knees. All of your 'flaws' are aligned with my interests."

Cate reached out to touch Davy's face and he recoiled immediately. She went in for a second attempt and Davy took the opportunity to fight back by reaching to grab hold of her arm. In the process, Cate caught his wrist with unimaginably strength. She backed him up towards the corner of the cell and leaned forward to whisper in his ear, "Wanna try that again, Love?"

"You can either break my arm or my heart, not both. Choose wisely."

"I don't plan to break anything. Just remember my touch can be black and poisonous when I want it to be," she said. In that moment she took the already captured wrist and shackled it to the wall above his head. With quick speed, she did the same with his remaining wrist. "Now where was I?"

Davy was trapped and defenseless. There was nothing to do except receive Cate's advances. She began by tracing her fingertips up his neck and along his jaw line ever so slowly. Back and forth in a flirtatious manner as she bit her bottom lip. Davy had to admit the skin contact did feel good even though he was repulsed by where it was coming from. Cate continued her movements with one hand and used the other to brush the hair out from in front of his eyes. They made intense eye contact in that moment. Davy saw the blend of seduction and hopefulness in her eyes. Cate could see the combination of fear and ire in his eyes and also could not help but note that the rest of his face was becoming relaxed. She took the opportunity to use the hand still tracing his facial features to tilt his chin towards hers for a gentle kiss. At first Davy's instinct was to retreat, but seeing as he had little option he fell into the kiss deeper than he had intended to.

The kiss was longer than most. Cate gradually drew away making sure she was getting every last lingering piece of that kiss. She needed to take advantage of this moment, because it was unclear if she would get another chance. When she finally let go, she took in the sight before her.

"That was better than I ever could have imagined," Cate gushed breathily.

Davy was leaning against the wall with a look of bewilderment; he was having a difficult time catching up his mind with his actions. He remained silent, not quite ready to discuss this new development.

"I see I'm giving you quite a bit to think about. I'll leave you to it. I'll keep you framed up on wall just to keep you out of trouble."

Davy remained as he was silent, shackled to a wall, and bewildered.

"I not so sure about this plan of yours, Zero," Mike said doubtfully.

"What are you talking about, it's foolproof!" Zero said exasperated. He had been reviewing this plan with them for hours and they were still questioning the logistics. What did they know anyway? Well, enough to foil him once.

"Yes, but you see Peter's a fool," Micky said in jest.

Mr. Zero rolled his eyes, "I thought you would go to any lengths to save one of your own."

"Yes, we are, but she's one of your own. You're going to break her heart if you pull a stunt like this," Peter said.

"She has a heart?" Micky asked.

"Cate is not one of my own. We may share the same lineage and have similar aspirations to rule the Underworld. In addition to that, she is going against the orders set before her by having a mortal down there. The blatant disrespect. Believe me though, I lost that understanding and respect for her when she stole my throne and cast me down to the lowliest of positions."

"She makes you clean up after Cerberus, huh?" Micky said.

"Enough with your insolence. I don't have to take this, you know?" Mr. Zero roared beginning to pack up his map and figurines.

"Cool it, Mick," Mike scolded the drummer. "You're right, Zero. You're trying to work with us and we aren't making things easier. We will go along with your plans because well you're the man on the inside."

"Thank you. We carry out the plans tomorrow. Meet me at the designated spot at 12. I have to go back. I can't have her wondering where I've gone. She may need a budget review or something."

And with a snap Mr. Zero was gone. The three sat in silence thinking over what had transpired over the past few hours.

"I hope you know what you're doing Mike," Peter said cautiously. "Mr. Zero is not one to tango with."

"Look I know that we've had our differences with him, but things seem sincere this time. Well as sincere as they can be coming from him. What have we got to lose?"

"Our souls," Peter offered.

"It's not like that this time. There are not contracts or anything. We're missing Davy; he has the inside scoop as to how we can get him back. Best case scenario is we get Davy back with no repercussions. Worst case scenario...Never mind that. This way is way more efficient."

"This way is going to get us killed," Peter said.

"I understand why you more than any of us, Peter, are questioning of his motives," Micky said. "The only thing is we have no other options. If this rescue mission was of worldly proportions we would be set, but this is other worldly, Underworldly and we can't do that alone."

"I have agreed to it, but I don't have to like it," Peter said with a sigh. "Of course I'm in."