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Thomas sighed when Lucien replied uncharacteristically to his statement about him showing him 'The Way of Death'. "Trust me Lucien. At this point, you're too valuable to for me to even attepmt to kill." He had to force himself not to add 'right now' to his statement. As long as he was in tip-top shape, he knew Lucien wouldn't be able to see what he wanted. That was his only advantage here so Thomas, by all means, had to keep on his toes around the multi-powered Death Owl. Then again, the only thing making him weak was him. He couldn't get diseases, weather barely affected him and furthermore, he had his piece of the Sanctuary with him still. Thomas turned to Lucien who was sitting just as he was when he killed the last Death Owl. Lucien's eyes did hold the same...intuition as Thomas's did back in those days, but Thomas was sure he felt the same way the previous Death Owl felt during that familiar moment. ~The faster I kill you kid, the better...~

"I wouldn't say I systematically killed them kid." Thomas chuckled out modestly. "It was all...happening. Like how I killed your friend and your old mentor. Roulin, that champion of champions, decided to take Raven's power and push me back into my own sanctuary. Hah! When he realized where we were, it was too late. And Raven here," he paused to look back and flash a grin at the restrained Quaking Owl, "she faints within seconds of the entering the room." Thomas sat back on the long, wooden table Raven was on, but made sure not to come into contact with her. Her dying was not something on his list of 'things that should happen.'

"Well son, I'm guessin' now you want to know how I killed ol' Dante then huh? Honestly, he would've beaten me like he did last time hadn't I just walked out of my sanctuary. Don't free Lu. He fought, and he fought well, but I still won."

~v~Flashback~v~

Timothy looked down the mahoghany table at each and every Herald that was gathered around. They were all present. It was rare for each Herald to be present and because it was, it would normally put a smile of Timothy's face. Not quite today. Today was a day for ideas to be laid out. Today was a day for decisions to be made. Today was the day of choice...

"Alright," Timothy chimed in over the deep silence, "the Giygas Pistola. It appears as though our masterpiece has finally been completed. I would to thank you all for individually returning each of the eight pieces to their rightful spot on Gideon's Point." He paused for a moment and scanned everyone once again. "Ahem, as you well now, we are in times of crisis and the only way they can be dealt with is by force. We've tried talking. We've tried negotiations. No avail. It is that which leads me to my next statement." The Lightning Herald's light hazy blue eyes peered straight into L's half-closed ones. The next statement was meant solely for him and whomever else want to follow him. "Due to recent actions, I have been led to believe that a select few of your either don't trust my decision making or are simply prepaired to pass on your burdenful title as Herald. I myself am perfectly fine with that. Are there any that would to resign their positions after this war? If so, tell me now and after you explain yourself, please state your reasons."

((UNS - Will - Dream Sequence - Slightly edited.))

Will pulled up a chair in the bedroom and took a seat by the bed, where Roulin was. He hadn't said anything when Roulin thanked him. Even now, Will could tell that Che's son was still cold, as if the stuttering and broken words wasn't enough evidence. While Will's current form still held his confidence and hints of his usual arrogance, it seemed toned down. He did not "look" or "feel" entirely like the Satan Owl. That wasn't under his control. This was a dream, where time and space were warped, and he was stuck in body of the William DeScythe before Satan. Simply put, he wasn't as intimidating, and he didn't have a scary aura.

"Perhaps," he answered to Roulin's question, placing a hand on Roulin's to warm him. The answer was really "Yes" and "No." The house and everything in it was no accurate depiction of any he had been in because most if not all of them could not exist in the form that they appeared in. This was not the house he lived in during the Nol Era. None of his immediate family was even alive for the Nol Era. The photos or paintings along the stairway had varying pictures of his family, Brand and Genya and the rest of the Thorinaganos from back then, and even Noel, Tatsuya, and Gale. Pictures of people that Will was familiar with before Will became Satan.These photos flickered in and out of existence on the walls, exchanging places with another set of photos that flickered just as much. The second set of photos displayed figures descended from those first set of pictures, but it wasn't all of them, so it wouldn't be obvious unless the person looking at them knew.... Che and Roulin were included in the photos. For some odd reason, everyone was dressed in clothes reminiscent of the Nol Era, matching the whole era that the house of this dream seemed to be stuck in.

"Here, drink some tea," Will said neutrally as he moved a steaming cup to Roulin's lips, tipping it slightly to let the liquid flow into his student's son's mouth. Oddly enough, Will was acting rather normal, consistent with Roulin's observation of "Nothing strange was nothing new." "What were you thinking, going out there to rot in the cold? You and your father are more similar than you think."The curse word or demeaning epithet that would naturally follow was not present at the end of that question.

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((Fallen Phoenix))

In his anger and maybe disbelief at what he had done, Benkei did not hear Nat's word. If he had, he would have either been in shock or happy for Nat since the younger Owl had not spoken ...well... ever.

Aimee nodded as Noel talked to them, looking out the window. She hated Will with a passion, Thomas also being in that group. Being nervous around him wasn't something she had planned on, rather firm and expectant of answers to be spilled, whether by force or not.

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Ember's eyes were on Timothy till he spoke of leaving, then her eyes went down to the floor. She never wanted to leave. Her fear was dying, was leaving all this power she had earned as a birth right. She saw it as a wrong, as a sin to leave what was given to you right when you take your first breath. Her eyes went back up to Tim, her heart on his side till he decided to move on.

Zane noded to moli as they got off the limo. " Alright then lead on since your both the leader of our group and the stratagist of our team i trust you likely have a plan for what were about to do? What ever you need me to do just let me know and ill do what i can." said zane politely as he looked over the part of the city they were in. He knew this would be troublesome but he had faith they could pull it off, they always pulled through in the end that wouldnt change now.

Nova grew even angrier at benkei when he said that and was mere seconds from possibly dropping him out of the plane which would have of course killed him, among other thing as he had in mind. " Benkei... that was one step too far." said nova with incredibly coldness and incredible calm in fact he said it too calm as if he ahd snaped as his hands filled with amgical energy glowing like tiny suns of course they produced no effect on the plane as he was just abut to blast benkei at full force. However at that point owen stepped in between them stopping the bar and snapping nova out of his rage for a moment before he grew even angrier that now owen was threatening him... again just like on the mountians back in russia. He was then going to yell at owen to shut it and blast him too when nat suddenly for the first time nova could remember speak. It was so unexpected that nova broke from his rage and the magical aura on his hands faded away. Suddenly tears began to actually well up within his eyes as he tried to fight them back. " This is it.. Just like back then, nothing is changing." said nova refering to how his blood family had spoke to him threatening him and cursing his existance in the family. There was increidbly sadness in his voice as he spoke next. "I.. I cant be around this right now. I will go on ahead and try to gather info on the night owls try to get in contact with them if possible." said nova as he claped his hands together as a bright yellow energy swirled around him as a magic symbol appeared below him teleporting him the rest of the way to japan.

Itachi sighed as he was resting on the couch of one of the training rooms. amaya sat beside him as he thought about how annoyed will was going to be later when he found out about what armand and anya were going to do or have done. When they got back and found only amara and vincent he had checked with some people and found out what armand and anya were up too and immediatly hit his head on the desk in annoyance. He knew he would somehow someway get blamed for this at least partially. " So amaya your training has been going well from the session i oversaw last. Can you show me some of the power you gained I wan to compare our growth rate?" asked itachi kindly.

((UNS - Will, Armand))

If Will was surprised by Roulin’s quick recovery and newfound energy, he didn’t show it. A wry grin quirked onto his face as he chuckled. “Are you really?” he asked sarcastically, not really expecting an answer. All of a sudden, there was a cool draft as snow randomly blew in from the bedroom window. " Don’t be getting too excited and jumping out the window now. ” However, the weather was warm, sunny, and like spring outside. Will didn’t even react to it. “Well, then, speak up, Roulin. Time's ticking." The window quietly closed by itself.

Armand watched as Anya dabbed or rather squeezed the shaving cream over Will’s face, giving him a nice white beard and mustache. In a twisted way, it made the Satan Owl look like Santa, except Santa didn’t have a multicolored face with random designs on it and red lips that looked like there was bright red lipstick on it. If some kid thought Jigglypuff’s work was bad, Armand Anya’s double teaming was way worse by far. As a finishing touch, a bunch of shaving cream was sprayed into Will’s left hand. The red head mischievously grinned as he snapped a photo for Anya’s memory sake and proof if they needed any. Actually, it was probably better they didn’t have any, but oh, well. Just the feather was left. Armand held the feather innocently above Will’s nose. They were going to run the moment his hand twitched, starting on its route to his face.

((UNS - Will, Amaya, Armand))

Armand winked at Anya and tickled Will’s nose. The scientist raised an eyebrow. No movement. Maybe the Satan Owl was a heavy sleeper. Well, if they knew that beforehand, they could have rigged some other pranks too. He tried again, moving the feather as if he was a master at tickling people with feathers. Will’s hand moved this time....

Will looked at Roulin. The expression on his face was pretty much "Of course it worked. Took you damn long enough." Timing was important. The mention of Che almost caused an outward reaction from Will, but the Satan Owl kept his composure, suppressing his thoughts of Che and a low simmering anger at his student. Time. Roulin was dead. Of course there was a chance he’d meet his dead father. Will’s damned student had a plan. The Satan Owl hadn’t realized it before, but Roulin’s words now made him suspect it. It brought a smirk to the face. Che, you little brat. You’re playing me as your pawn still.

All of a sudden, the whole house shook as if there was a massive earthquake. The window shattered, and a crack split down the same wall the window was on. The expression on Will’s face now was "I’ll kill those f***ing bastards." But his voice was as calm and smooth as before. He touched the hand on the frame of Roulin. “Easy enough. I’ll have to find your body first.” However, that aura of his was becoming more like Satan, the Will of the present.

Amaya was a little surprised at what Armand and Anya were up to. It didn’t register what it was exactly what they were doing until Itachi explained it to her after she had asked why he was banging his head on a desk. She didn’t think it was a good idea to hurt himself even more when the training seemed to be so intensive. She gave Amara a thumbs up in reply to Amara’s earlier request and then turned back to answer Itachi’s question. “Umm, sure.” She wasn’t sure exactly what he meant. So, she just made a small bright sphere of electricity and let it float in the air in front of Itachi.

((Amaya and Armand edited in. Order edited.))

((UNS: Anya -->Japan, Will's estate))

Anya gave a satisfied smile when they had finished decorating Will's face with both marker and shaving creme. She then looked over at Armand as the scientist began cleaning up before taking out a feather. Anya smirked and nodded, understanding what Armand planned to do next by tickling Will's face with that. Anya then got herself ready to run out of the room and lead Armand out of the main house so they could make their get away. She wished she could stick around a little while to see Will's face when he woke up but she also knew that being around when the Satan Owl woke up to find himself in such a pranked state would not end well for her. Once they had made it outside the house, Anya somehow managed to keep her laughter to a muffled chuckle as they made their way back towards the portion of the outer wall they had climbed. "Come on, Armand! Do you want to be around when he wakes up or not?" Anya called to her co-conspirator before finding another tree and climbing up to the top of the wall once more.