Sylgja ran to Rasmus but Reinhardt held her back. She struggled against his grasp but he easily held her at bay.

"Let me go! I'll teach her a lesson. We should have kicked that Halfling bitch when we had the chance! Backstabbing little Uncle Bilbo!" she shouted as Rasmus twitched his last movements on the ground.

"You did what you promised Reinhardt,"said Misa as she sheathed what appeared to be an obsidian dagger hidden within her clothes. "I did not think you would turn over your master."

Sylgja turned and glared at Reinhardt. The Pale man ignored her as he pinned her arms to her side. Though strong for her size, she was no match for the shifted Ice Devil's strength.

"Technically he is not my master. He's more of a customer," corrected Reinhardt. "Also I would like to add that I employed to escort him out of this tower, which this room happens to be in our path. I do not recall I was leading him to the slaughter."

"I suppose I play my part well. The doting old cook that take cares of everyone. I thought if anyone could see through my guise it would be you," said Misa. "You are the infamous Tactician of Stygia after all."

"I actually deal more with numbers and terrain than reading people. My friends tell me I can be a bit naïve sometimes, and yes, I do have friends."

"Friends that are correct in their assessment it seems," cackled Misa. Her simple clothes turn dark and her eyes turned a glossy black. "There's no need for me to keep this charade. With this fool dead, my master should be reborn completely soon. "

"What exactly does that entail for Sylgja and myself?" asked Reinhardt. Sylgja had stopped struggling but seemed poised to make a strike if Reinhardt's grip laxed. For now she was intent on listening.

"The paladin would be broken, most likely made into a maid or a concubine. I noticed she bears a resemblance to Vandia, since our little Lilitu takes her appearance based on the desires of the individual I will guess that Leto will enjoy her as well, since there's a small part of Rasmus in him now."

Sylgja squirmed at her statement, her face contorting in revulsion.

"As for your fate, that is up to Leto. He could release you but I do not think that will happen. Rasmus used one of his Cacodaemon scrolls, and I doubt he will take kindly to that. He'll most likely blame you. His power is much greater than mine. He will imprison you, and torture you until you break and serve him. Isn't that right Vandia," said Misa as she poked the cage once again. " That's not how I would do things, but I'm not the one in charge here."

"I can't believe I'm feeling sorry for that curly haired blonde bitch," spat Sylgja still wound-up ready to spring.

Reinhardt considered Misa's statement and bowed. "Thank you for the information. I was not sure how powerful you are, but it seems I have a better idea now."

"Do you now?" cackled Misa. "I might not be able to fight you directly, but Leto can, especially with Rasmus' power and knowledge added to his own. I think you would both do yourselves a favour if you would sit down quietly and await your fate. Leto is coming, and you can't do anything about it."

Reinhardt smiled and simply released Sylgja. While she was ready to fight a few moments ago, the paladin was confused at his sudden action.

"Sylgja be a dear and collect Rasmus, we'll be going now. Also grab some of the red vials you see. I believe they are healing potions. If you wish, you can kick the Halfling now."

Misa appeared more confused than Sylgja. "Didn't you hear what I said? Submit yourself to me, and perhaps Leto will show you leniency."

Reinhardt ignored the Halfling and simply made a waving motion at Sylgja. The paladin was hesitant but she went over and carried Rasmus and grabbed a few red potions while she was at it.

"I heard you fine, now let me give you a warning. I enjoyed the poisoned tea and acid filled crumpets you served me earlier, due to my Fiendish heritage they didn't affect me but I appreciate the thought. This goodwill however will only extend so far. Do not cross us or make demands on us, or I will give you a taste of my power. When we leave this tower, I suggest you do the same. I don't care what you do with Vandia, but just stay out of our way."

Misa scratched her head. "I don't think you understand what is going on here. Leto is…"

"Yes, yes. Leto will be reborn, but not now dear Lady. If anything your actions has actually weakened your lord instead of reviving him."

"Rasmus, he's still alive. I can feel a pulse," gasped Sylgja as she carried him. She quickly laid him on the ground and began pouring the red vials down his mouth.

"What? Impossible! He can't possibly survive that dagger wound!" gasped Misa.

"Normally he can't, but luckily for Rasmus here he's sharing a soul with someone. A lethal blow to him, is simply transferred to his 'soul mate'. It's not true immortality, but it is in a sense a sort of life extension. Until we reach the point that both parties die, Rasmus will simply squirm and suffer eternally. Not the best option for him, but I hope your skill as an alchemist is as great as your skill at deceit."

Misa glared at Reinhardt. "Do not think I'm powerless against you."

"Oh, but you are. At first I feared you were the one that summoned that Lilitu, making you at least an equal to an archmage, but it seems she was summoned in the same manner I was. Forbidden ancient magics from a forgotten age. I'm actually glad Rasmus summoned me instead of Leroung, since he doesn't have access to ….I'm assuming Spiritwracking scrolls like his master does. I assume you coordinate the domestic activities in this tower, so let's not embarrass yourself and think yourself greater than you actually are."

Rasmus began to cough at Sylgja's ministrations. "He's coming back, he's coming back," said the paladin with tears in her eyes.

"You can't talk to me that way!"

"Dear Lady, I already have."

Misa screeched like a wounded beast. She conjured a spectral cudgel that flew at Reinhardt's head. The Pale man calmly touched the weapon with his fingers, making it vanish.

The ground folded and attempted to snap shut on Reinhardt, but the Pale man simply shattered it with his spear.

Misa then brought down a pillar of flame centered on Reinhardt, but the Pale man practically yawned at that attack. "While I'm known as an Ice Devil, I'm also an Infernal. I'm still immune to fire. As for the holy aspects that spell sometimes possess, I'm afraid you certainly do not qualify to imbue those flames with that element."

Misa roared again. She charged Reinhardt with dagger in one hand and poker in another. Before she reached him however, Sylgja calmly stepped into the Halfling's path and gave her a full force front kick, sending the little woman flying, before crashing into her shelves.

"Wow, that felt surprisingly good," said Sylgja. "Did I mention I always wanted to do that."

"I believe you did bring it up once or twice," grinned Reinhardt.

Misa was not through. She scrambled out of the wooden wreckage with pure hatred in her dark beady eyes. "This is far from over!"

Misa then ran to the cage overhead and began chanting. "Hear me, denizen of the endless Abyss, Corruptor of men, she who is named Vandiahaseaxe. I release you from your bounds. Cease your struggling and bend your will to mine. I have called you forth to do my bidding, obey me and…"

Misa never had a chance to finish. A few seconds after she spoke the words of release a dark shadow pounced on the Halfling, pinning her arms with tuberous tentacles while tearing out her throat with large oversized fangs. It was bloody, vicious, and fast.

Sylgja set Rasmus down and drew her blade and shield as she stood over the mage.

"Well, I didn't expect that," said Reinhardt as he readied his spear as they faced off against the Lilitu once again.