Stolas groaned as he walked out of Andrealphus' palace. Much like he expected, the talks about the divorce terms were absolutely headache inducing. And while Stella had been mostly civil and was somewhat surprisingly reasonable, she and her brother had consistently pushed for, in his mind, unreasonable compensations and demands. Although he had the feeling that while Stella was mainly drawing it out just as a screw you, Andrealphus seemed far more determined to get every last bit possible. That he was a bit more in control of the demands...or at least was subtly manipulating things.

He needed a drink after going through all that. That, and he also needed to get back to his duties and Octavia. Stolas thought for a moment, there was also the situation that needed to be addressed with Blitz, oh so many things that needed to be dealt with. Stolas sighed, he could knock out two birds with one stone though. He could swing by Ozzie's and set up a meeting with the deadly sin about borrowing one of his crystals and get a quick drink.

Unlike the Ars Goetia, those higher than them needed no grimoire to traverse as they pleased. And those that were fully devoted to the sin, in their full service with absolute loyalty were granted trinkets that held a modicum of their power for the express purposes of doing business for them. And in the case of Asmodeus, the trinket he would bestow upon his unique demons and those that pledged themselves fully were crystals. Rare, unique gems that could only be used if he allowed their power to be accessed. Otherwise, they were nothing more than expensive unique trinkets for decoration.

As Stolas was walking away from the entrance, Stella walked up to the door. "Take care Stolas."

Stolas stopped, turning to look at her. "Oddly cordial of you, considering you and your brother are determined to get everything you can."

"You brought it upon yourself Stolas. I might not have helped to sustain our marriage all that much, and I will admit that, but you could have tried as well. We are both to blame, but YOU made what would have been a civilized inevitable divorce worse with your actions." Stella said, displeasure seeping into her composed attitude.

"Says the one unwilling to compromise." Stolas commented snidely.

Anger flashed across Stella's face briefly before she sighed. "I really couldn't care if I got everything out of you."

"Then why are you being so insistent?!" Stolas exclaimed. "I have sat in there for a good portion of the morning with the ONLY thing getting done being a reconvening to look at reworked terms!"

Stella looked at him, a sly satisfied smirk forming. "Part of it is just to put you through hell for DARING to do what you did. The other part is because my brother insists on it, which he isn't exactly wrong for pushing. Believe me I'll be just as happy when we come to an arrangement."

"Whatever. Is that all you came to do, feign a cordial farewell to just make me suffer more?" Stolas asked indignantly.

"No." Stella stated plainly. "The bidding you farewell is...as meant as I can make it in spite of how I want to ring your neck so that it can be easier to be civil around our daughter." she explained. And while that may have been true to an extent, she was still hoping that this might be their last conversation.

Stolas blinked, the restraint and blunt honesty Stella was showing, on top of actually just bidding him farewell was a surprise to say the least. These recent occurrences of her doing so hadn't been something she did since their early years of marriage. "Yes, well...goodbye then. Perhaps we can have something worked out when the revision is done."

"Yes, hopefully." Stella agreed as Stolas turned to start to get a bit further away to make a portal. "And Stolas."

"Hmm?" Stolas asked as he turned his head.

"Give Octavia my regards, I look forward to seeing her." Stella answered.

Stolas blinked again. Looked forward to seeing her? Those were DEFINITELY words Stella had not ever said in years. "Right…" was all he could manage to respond with, watching Stella nod before her demeanor shifted to a more...composed calm as she turned and headed back in. Stolas blinked again as he turned to look away from the entrance of Andrealphus' palace. The civility Stella was displaying, despite her still spitefulness, was starting to make him wonder even more if the failure of their marriage was truly more on him. That while there were indeed problems along with Stella's own contributions to them, that the majority of what might have been fixable or just led into an amicable and civil divorce was made into this disaster because his contributions were far worse.

The prince sighed, quickly opening a portal to the very structure that was the crown of the sin of lust's power in the ring named after him that wasn't his establishment for food and celebrating all things lustful. As he walked in, the succubus secretary got up to greet him. "Prince Stolas, what can I do for the son of the king of the Ars Goetia?" she inquired. Like all of Asmodeus' demons, she was everything anyone could desire after in terms of looks.

"Yes, well, I'd like to set up a meeting with Asmodeus to discuss...some business. Confidential business mind you." Stolas explained.

"Of course your highness." The succubus said as picked up the phone on her desk. "Sir, prince Stolas is wanting to schedule a meeting." she nodded before looking at Stolas. "He'll be right down."

It was no time at all when Fizzarolli, not a random succubus personal assistant or even Asmodeus himself much, to Stolas' dismay acrobatically made his way floor by floor. Not that Asmodeus would have been much better from what happened at his establishment, though he was more professional. Fizzarolli's robotic limbs stretched all the way down to the floor as he was mid air during the last two stories of the building and retracting them to get himself right in front of Stolas. "Whoa ho! Wanting to make an appointment eh?" he grinned.

Stolas tried to hide his embarrassment and fear of the cybernetic imp saying anything. Of anyone that had to be Asmodeus' personal assistant, it had to be him. "Yes, to discuss VERY confidential business between HIGH ranking demons." he stated, making sure to not seem too desperate to hide something and to make sure Fizz understood that he was still in a position of authority over the imp.

"Yeah, yeah, sure." Fizzarolli said somewhat dismissively before pulling out a long list and putting on a pair of glasses. "Let's see...Asmodeus should be free…" He continued as he rapidly went through the list at a speed that Stolas could swear could start a fire. "Oh, two weeks from now surprisingly. Can you do noon?"

"...Noon is acceptable." Stolas replied.

"Great, I'll mark you down." Fizz said as he quickly scribbled in the meeting. "Anything else? A note or two about the meeting, anything I need to tell Ozz?"

"No." Stolas said with a stern deadpan tone.

"Alright, I got stuff to check on, later!" Fizz said before leaving as theatrically quick as he arrived.

Stolas just sighed, thankful that it went as smoothly and quickly as it did. With that, he made his way out of the building. Deciding to walk a bit to search for somewhere to get a drink, unaware that he was being observed from afar. As Stolas walked, he pulled out his phone, texting Octavia if she wanted to go out for lunch, replying that he'd be a few minutes after she replied yes and to be ready to meet him outside of their home. It wasn't long until Stolas had found a place to get drink, downing it so as to settle the headache from the divorce negotiations. Stepping out of the building he took a breath, letting the thought of spending time with his daughter get him in a better mood before walking over to a relatively isolated spot of the establishment's parking lot so he didn't open a portal in the middle of the road.

Octavia smiled as she saw the portal open, though what was first joy soon turned to horror as she suddenly saw her dad react like he had been hit by something. He seemed to act woozy for a moment before trying to shake it off, only to faint as a lasso landed around him. A light orange imp in cowboy attire with almost shark demon-like eyes and a spiked tail quickly landed on and tied him up. "Dad!" she yelled, the imp looking at her with a bone chilling grin, his teeth were all sharp, one of which was pure gold.

"Don't worry little girlie, you're blue blooded bitch of a father's in good hands…" The imp said with a sadistic satisfaction that oozed with contempt. As Octavia tried to rush through the portal to try and help her father he pointed a gun at her. "Uh-uh, my contract's on your daddy, not you. Though I wouldn't mind being given an excuse to rid hell of a future problem for my kind." He said as he cocked the hammer, staring at her for a with a cruel viciously malicious glee that made her blood freeze, she couldn't help but stand frozen. "That's a good girl. And don't worry, I'll make sure he knows you tried when I've had my fun and about to kill him." The imp laughed as the portal closed.

Striker wasted no time in dragging Stolas into a nearby ally, putting him on the back of his horse and setting off, sticking to the alleyways, knowing his way around each ring to the various ways to get between them. He had spent a long time mapping the best routes to each inter-ring elevator and access point on each ring. It was a simple matter for one of his informants to alert him of Stolas appearing in front of Asmodeus' building alone and walking out as well as sticking to Lust. Striker had been sticking close to a means to get between rings just in case, planning even the smallest detail.

As he made his way to a means to discretely get back to Wrath Stolas came to. At first he tried to use his powers, transform briefly to escape, turn him to stone. Nothing. Whatever Striker had hit him with seemed to have either weaken or block his powers. At least his hands were free enough despite being bound to get his phone and try and contact Blitz.

Blitz was driving like a mad man, threatening to shoot every inter-ring vehicle elevator operator if they didn't put it to the express setting. He had just gotten to Sloth and was going as fast as he could without catching heat and being pulled over. So hearing the ringtone for Stolas coming from his phone was the absolute last thing he wanted to hear or needed. "Oh shit." he muttered seconds before answering. "Stolas, now's REALLY not a good time…" he answered in as friendly a tone as he could. He would have yelled it, but thanks to Moxxie and Millie keeping Loona stable he had been assured he had some time.

"I'm sorry it's a bad time again Blitz, but um...I seem to have found myself in a bit of a sitch…" Stolas said as he looked down at the ground and everywhere else for any notable things, only to be met by wide alley after wide alley. "I seem to be tied to the back of a horse at the moment."

"…Lucky bitch." Blitz commented, his love of equines taking hold despite the situation.

"Um, well no, rather unlucky actually. It appears I've been abducted by that cowboy friend of yours." Stolas explained.

"...Which one?" Blitz asked.

"How many cowboys do you know?" Moxxie asked with annoyance before turning his attention to the phone. "What does he look like your highness?"

Stolas looked at Striker a moment. "Hmm...well, snake like? His eyes are similar to that of a shark demon's and….sexy?"

"That's Striker sir!" Moxxie exclaimed.

"Can't you get away, turn him to stone, use some of that massive power of yours?" Blitz asked in a tone more of mild concern mixed with inconvenience.

"I tried before contacting you." Stolas explained. "It seems he's drugged me with something, possibly a concoction that has holy ingredients. I'm not exactly sure...All I know is that he seems to have done his homework, especially considering I'm also bound by blessed rope."

"Shit! Fuck! Why did this day have to get FUCKING worse!" Blitz exclaimed.

"Is something wrong?" Stolas asked. "I mean I know asking you to save me isn't exactly the same as calling for the monthly rendezvous, but…"

"No, it's just...I need to get Loona to the hospital. She's hurt, bad. We got ambushed earlier and she got shot on top of taking a bad beating." Blitz explained.

"Oh...oh dear, I see. This does seem to be a-hey!" Stolas exclaimed as Striker swiped the phone away from him.

"Hello, Blitzo." Striker said with malicious satisfaction.

"What do you want asshole?" Blitz retorted.

"Just wanted to say you shoulda took me up on that offer when I gave you the chance back then. How's your hellhound by the way?" Striker asked with a knowing glee.

Blitz' expression turned to angered suspicion. "How did you-"

"Think of what happened as my little gift to you, to ensure you don't interrupt." Striker explained.

Blitz's expression quickly went from horrified shock to pure rage. "You motherfucker! When I find you I'm going to-"

"Going to what?" Striker asked. "Right now you're stuck between choosing either your pet or your pompous blue blood master, you can't save them both. But don't worry, I'll take good care of him...might even send you a souvenir to remember him by." he said before crushing the phone.

"Satan dammit!" Blitz roared, crushing his phone and shifting the gear with such force it went through the car as he sped up, now running cars off the road as he drove more wild.

"Sir, let me and Moxxie handle this one." Millie suggested with a mixture of concern and anger.

"...Are you sure you two got this alone?" Blitz asked after a moment, looking back at them as he drove. "Last time-"

"We can do it sir." Moxxie replied. "Last time he caught us off guard and we didn't know how skilled he was. We do now, and we have our own score to settle with that bastard, and not just because of this morning."

Blitz took a moment before answering. "Fine!" He agreed as he continued to barrel down the road, knocking cars out of the way to get Loona to one of Sloth's hospitals. Of all the inconveniences he had to have, most of the hellhound experts were in Sloth today. "But be careful, the guy was a pain in the ass last time and I doubt he'll be any less so now. If he's as much of a cowboy as he looks to be he's likely in Wrath somewhere."

When they finally reached a hospital, Blitz nearly slid the van right into the sidewalk as he stopped the van, quickly getting out with Loona as Moxxie and Millie got up in front. "Don't get reckless and make that son of a whore pay." Blitz said as he tossed them the key to the van.

"Yes sir!" Moxxie and Millie said before speeding off, leaving Blitz to rush Loona into the hospital.

Octavia was in utter panic, running as fast as she could throughout Imp City. The sight of seeing her father kidnapped had hit her hard, it was far different from Loo Loo Land where he had those imps protecting him. Back then the threats were almost laughable as any attempted kidnappers or assassins were treated dismissively by her father and didn't even seem to think about neutralizing his powers first. This guy though, this guy seemed to take that into account. She cursed herself for being unable to do anything, for being so helpless as she was unable to do anything but watch, frozen in fear as a gun was pointed at her.

If anyone could help her father, hopefully that weird red imp her father was willing to throw away his marriage for and his weird employees could help, that Loona could help. She reached the building IMP was in, dashing up the stares all the way up to their office, trying to open the door to the business only for it to be locked. She banged on it, twisted and yanked on the knob only for it not to budge. Looking through the door's window it was clear no one was in. She took out her phone, quickly trying to text Loona...nothing. Octavia then tried to call her, only for it to go straight to voicemail.

Something was wrong, very wrong, and Octavia didn't know what to do or who to turn to. She was growing distraught until she remembered...Typhus, she could reach out to him. Surely HOUND might be able to help her. Going through her phone as quickly as she could she found his contact info she had gotten when they hung out, not even thinking or having the time to text she called him, hoping he'd answer.

Typhus was sitting at the reception desk of HOUND, keeping ready in case anyone came in or called while Carnavont sat in his office and the others were practicing at the range. It wasn't the most demanding or exciting job, but he wasn't about to not be at the ready at all times just in case, something ingrained in him during his hellish stint as a servant. Typhus was forever grateful for his job and what he had, and he wasn't about to not show that in his work ethic. As he sat there his phone started to vibrate indicating a call.

Typhus blinked, at first thinking about letting it just vibrate. He was at work after all and he put it on vibrate for that very reason. Sure he could simply turn it off, after all only a number of people knew his number, but he kept it on just in case there was an emergency. It stopped, only to immediately vibrate again. The fact that it hadn't been two seconds when it had stopped the first time meant that someone was really needing to get in touch with him, that it must be important. Reaching into his pants pocket he took out his phone, despite every ounce of his servant training saying otherwise, that it would make him a bad employee. He blinked as he looked at the phone, it was...Octavia.

"Octavia...h-hi…" Typhus answered a bit shyly.

"Typhus, thank Satan. I need your help, I need HOUND's help." Octavia replied in a panicked borderline crying tone.

The sound of Octavia so upset immediately had Typhus more alert. "What's wrong?" he asked, his voice now filling with concern.

"It's my dad...he's been kidnapped….I tried to help...but he had a gun...he's going to kill him! I tried to get in touch with Loona...get the imps he lets borrow the grimoire...I can't...they're not...please..." Octavia pleaded, tears starting to form.

Typhus' heart sank. If hearing her upset at first didn't get to him, the sound of her holding back tears did. And in the moment, upon realizing that Octavia had been threatened, a feeling Typhus had never knew or felt surfaced...anger. Not just anger, but an anger that was building towards rage. "Hold on, I'll get Carnavont, we'll get your dad back." He said as reassuringly as he could as he rushed to Carnavont's office.

Octavia slight;y sniffled. "Thank you..."

Carnavont was sitting in his office, going through some paperwork when Typhus uncharacteristically barged through his door. "Typhus…" Carnavont said in mild shock. "Is something the matter?"

"It's Octavia sir, she needs our help." Typhus quickly explained, his phone in hand. "She said she can't reach anyone at IMP. I told her that we would..."

Carnavont looked at him for a second, only a second, as he saw how concerned and worried Typhus was before reaching out his hand for the phone to which Typhus quickly handed him. "What's the situation Octavia?" He asked as he put the phone to his ear.

"My dad...an imp took him...I wanted to help but...he had a gun and…" Octavia explained as she continued to try and hold herself together.

"Can you describe this imp?" Carnavont inquired, thinking he might have an idea of who it could be if he knew what the imp looked like, having familiarized himself with others in the same line of work.

"He was thin...light orange skin….yellow eyes that looked like those of a shark demon….snake like with spikes along his tail…"

Carnavont blinked, "Cowboy outfit and gold tooth, white hair?"

"Yeah…" Octavia replied.

"shit." he commented under his breath. "Don't worry, I know who took him. I'll make sure he gets back safely."

Octavia sighed in relief. "Thank you, whatever you charge I'll-"

"No charge." Carnavont interrupted. "You and Typhus are close enough and he's very worried about you, so I see this as a personal request." He added, giving a quick look at Typhus who blinked, a very faint blush forming on him, to which Carnavont smirked ever so slightly.

"...Thank you so much." Octavia said in a mixture of relief and disbelief.

"No problem." Carnavont said before handing Typhus his phone back.

"Hey…" Typhus said as he put his phone to his ear.

"Thank you Typhus…" Octavia said gratefully.

Typhus blushed ever so slightly. "Anytime...if you need anything else, just let me know."

"I will...again, thanks…" Octavia replied, a moment passing before she ended the call. Feeling a bit better, she started to head back to her home, hoping that HOUND could save her dad in time and grateful that she knew Typhus.

Carnavont got up from his desk, heading to the meeting room with Typhus right behind him, calling the others who quickly rushed over from the firing range. "We got a Job sir?" Zever asked as the others took their seats.

"Not exactly." Carnavont replied. "I'm going to be taking care of something that's more of a personal request." he explained.

The others blinked as they looked at him. "A personal request?" Destra asked.

"Yes, and while I'm taking care of it the rest of you stay here and keep things running." Carnavont replied.

"But sir, your shoulder…" Typhus said with concern, noting the bandaged wound.

"I'll be fine, it's gotten better." Carnavont reassured.

"At least let me go with you, I'm the one that brought it to your attention." Typhus offered. "I can't stand by knowing that-"

"Not happening." Carnavont said as he put a dead stop to what Typhus was saying. "Your heart's in the right place, but this is dangerous enough as it is and you're still not ready for field work, let alone taking on an opponent of this skill."

Typhus looked down and clenched his fist in frustration. "Yes sir..."

"OK, what the hell's going on?" Xera asked.

"Stolas' daughter has contacted Typhus requesting our help, he's been kidnapped and facing certain death." Carnavont answered, to which the others then put their full attention to Typhus.

"When did you get friendly with a daughter of royalty?" Xera asked.

"Especially enough for her to have your number?" Havoc added.

"I...uh...well…" Typhus blushed a bit. "It's…"

Xera grinned. "Well well, lil Typhus seems to be growing up."

"Now's not the time Xera." Carnavont said, getting the team's attention back in him. "I wasn't kidding when I said this is dangerous."

"How dangerous exactly?" Zever asked.

"Apparently, based on the description Octavia has given, it seems that one of the offhanded recommendations I gave when declining the job was followed and he's been abducted by Striker." Carnavont explained.

"...Fuck." Xera exclaimed.

"And you're going to just go and take him on...in your condition?" Destra asked. "No offense, but he's not called the best assassin in Wrath for nothing."

"Agreed, he's not just skilled, but ruthlessly cunning." Zever echoed.

"I said I'm fine." Carnavont insisted, moving his shoulder to emphasize the point. "This is still a business and we can't just all go on a rescue mission that isn't a job. Let alone the fact it's actively interfering with a colleague's job where again, it's not a job we were paid to do. It's best I go alone in an unofficial capacity."

"...I don't like this." Destra stated.

"But he has a point." Zever pointed out.

"Screw professional courtesy and business etiquette, I say we just go and kick the guy's ass!" Havoc offered.

"No." Carnavont said sternly. "You all are to stay here and keep the business going. If anything happens, I don't want it coming down on the business or you."

"But-" Havoc started to protest.

"That's an order!" Carnavont firmly stated.

"…Yes sir." Havoc and the others complied.

"Good, now that that's settled, I'll hopefully be seeing you guys later."

"...Don't say that." Xera commented.

"Yeah, we'll definitely see you later." Destra added.

"Kick his ass boss." Havoc chimed in.

Carnavont smirked. "You guys know the drill, and no harassing Typhus for details."

"Awwww." Havoc and Xera complained.

Carnavont headed out of the office, heading down to the ground floor before walking out of the building. Unfortunately, this had to happen on a day where his Van was in the shop, and they were still waiting on the vehicles that Azure said he'd get them. Oh well, he'd just have to make due. If anything, it just meant that he'd just have to likely go native in Wrath, which meant getting a horse...easier said than done.

At least for now he could just make a portal to Wrath, it would save a bit of time which was of the essence. Carnavont briefly thought about portaling right on top of Striker, but that was risky. He had no general idea where the imp could be and knowing the assassin's proclivity for only using a horse to get around, it'd be nowhere near as safe as when Loona had plopped next to him in his van. No, this called for a mixture of expediency and caution.

Opening a portal to where he knew he'd get out if he took the inter-ring elevator he stepped through, taking a look around as he did. "Alright...now to hopefully find that horse…"

Carnavont made his way to the nearest advertised ranch, walking up and knocking on the door. A male imp answered, looking Carnavont over briefly. "What can I do fer ya?"

"Hello sir, I was wondering if I could borrow a horse." Carnavont answered, keeping a polite and respectful demeanor. "I'm kind of on urgent business."

The imp arched a brow. "Borrow a horse?"

Carnavont nodded. "That's correct sir."

"Urgent business for your master I assume." The imp mused.

Carnavont fought back narrowing his eyes. "No sir, I actually head up a business up in Pride, I normally have a means to get around but it's in the shop so-"

"Five hundred." The imp stated.

"...Excuse me?" Carnavont asked.

"You own your own business, supposedly, and are from Pride. I don't exactly run a charity, five hundred." The imp stated.

"Of course it wasn't going to be that easy." Carnavont thought. While he did run a business, he wasn't exactly carrying that kind of cash. "I see. Unfortunately my business doesn't make that kind of money to where I have that kind of cash." he explained. "I'd really appreciate it if you could just let me borrow it, I'll owe you and make sure to bring the horse back."

"Again, not running a charity. If you don't have the cash you can't get a horse." the imp explained.

"I see...thank you for your time then." Carnavont said with a bow, only to curse as he walked away. He had to find a way to get to Striker fast, without resorting to stealing of course. Carnavont highly doubted he could find a nice enough rancher in time, but what could he do? After some thought, he pulled out his phone.

Camazotz was sitting at the desk in her study, going over some sorting of various things and keeping an eye on specific humans that were near their time of death when Skittle walked in. "You have a call from Carnavont my lady, he says it's urgent."

Camazotz blinked, a smile quickly forming on her face. "Very well." She said before picking up the phone Skittle brought. "Carnavont, this is a surprise, usually I'm the one getting in touch with you." Camazotz said with a smirk. "To what do I owe this change of norm?"

"Yes, well, I...need to ask a favor." Carnavont replied.

"A favor?" Camazotz repeated back. "Am I not already providing you a favor with your business and the promised possible favor at a certain point?" She asked.

"Yes, you are. And I hate to ever think of bothering to ask you for more." Carnavont replied. "I realize how fortunate I am that you've provided so much and that you have made the arrangement you have with me. But please, I need just one favor...for Typhus' sake."

"That's what I like about you Carnavont, you are both respectful and very aware of what you are fortunate to have." Camazotz said with a smile. "So, this is for Typhus hmm? Is the in trouble? I must confess that I do have a fondness for the poor thing."

"No, he's fine. It's just that the father of a...friend of his was kidnapped and might be killed. I know that he's somewhere in Wrath and I have no means to get transport. So I was wondering if I could...borrow some money to borrow a horse."

Camazotz blinked, smiling all the more. "A horse you say?"

"Yes." Carnavont replied. "I'll gladly repay the favor, whatever it might be."

"Such dedicated loyalty…" Camazotz commented. "Though why ask for the means to borrow a horse when you can ask for one?"

"...Excuse me?" Carnavont asked in slight surprise.

"You don't think I have my own horse or three? Or do you not know your end times?" she mused playfully. "I have my own stables, if this is to help one of your employees, then I'm happy to give you a horse, considering how respectful you've been and the entertainment you've provided so far. Plus, I do like the loyalty you show to your employees."

"...Thank you…" Carnavont said still in a state of slight surprise.

"Think nothing of it, until next time." she said before hanging up, a wide grin forming on her face. She knew exactly what this was about, evidenced by the fact she manifested Stolas' expected lifespan, a vast interconnected web filled with every death he could have.

"Will you actually help him my lady?" Skittle asked.

"His addition to the equation does not effect the probability of Stolas' death." Camazotz replied as Carnavont's presence was added to the factor. "And while I am impartial and take no sides, I would be remiss to not let him try. Besides…" she added as she sprouted her extra arms and manifested a chart of Octavia. "I'm always thinking of the long term, and what is needed and already set."

"So whether he lives or dies, the young lady will not blame herself." Skittle pointed out.

"Precisely." Camazotz stated. "Certain things must always be on track." She said knowingly. "I will not interfere, nor will I tip the scale either way. I will make sure that life is properly nurtured, both with the good...and the tragic. Whether they live long, short, or somewhere in between."

"Very well my lady, is there a particular horse you have in mind?" Skittle asked.

Carnavont paced as he waited, unsure how or when the horse would arrive. "Wait, did she say...give me a horse?" he thought out loud before a black shadowy mass appeared before him that was shaped like a horse.

As the shadowy outline dissipated like ash blowing in the wind a horse stood before him. It was an elegant looking horse, seemingly a mixed breed of the stronger ranching horses tamed from being wild and those of the kind seen at a circus. It was ebony black with a skull face, it's six eyes on it's face and three on the sides of it's neck and flanks glowed a brilliant purple along with the glow of it's nostrils, it's brilliant fiery mane and tail, the lava like section that ran along it's neck and belly, inside of it's mouth, and it's hooves. The bone like sections of it's mane, it's belly, it's tail, front of it's forelegs. and the back of it's hind legs were just as bone white as it's head. The horse walked up to Carnavont, a letter held gently in it's muzzle.

Carnavont took it, opening the letter and taking out a note as well as a small horse skull charm. "Yes, I did say give. I have plenty of horses and I do not mind letting someone who has provided such amusement have a bit of a reward. Her name is Spectra and has her own private stable, so don't worry about where you are going to keep her because I know you don't have the space. Whenever you need her or are done, just use the charm to open the portal to her stable, she will know to return or come to you."

Carnavont blinked. "Well...guess I own a horse now." he said in bewildered disbelief. Not wanting to question if he'd actually have to not pay the favor back he quickly mounted the horse, snapping the reigns. "Ya!" Spectra reared back with a neigh before rushing off at surprising speed, Carnavont could only hope he could locate where Striker would call home in time. Knowing the Imp and his hatred of nobility, he'd want to relish killing Stolas, taking his time to make Stolas suffer before ending him.