The ghost-white warrior roared as an undead creature fell to the ground with a sickening thud, its head missing, its body mutilated even moreso than it had been before. Godfrey snarled as two more rushed at him, and quickly took them down with the shaft of his spear. As one struggled to get up, its head was pierced by the blade of the demon hunter's spearhead, ensuring that it never rose again. The other, who had been more lucky, managed to raise itself and charged, hungry for Godfrey's brains. The warrior bellowed and yanked his weapon from the other creature's punctured skull, then slammed the but of his spear into its stomach, tearing a hole in it, causing its innards to seep from the wound as he withdrew the weapon. The zombie made an grotesque gurgling noise, then shrieked and continued charging, taking no notice of its dangling intestines. Godfrey held out his hand and grabbed onto the beast's lower jaw. As it tried to bite down, the warrior let out a beast-like roar and yanked its lower jaw from its skull, then wrapped his arm around its head and broke its neck. Before it hit the ground his spear drove through its forehead, and pinned it to the earth.

Godfrey no longer placed his hatred on the Gods and Goddesses of the world. He knew that it was they who had allowed him to live that day. It was the demons that had killed the woman that had taken him in and nursed him back to health, not the gods. No, no longer were the gods the object of his ire, of his hatred. It was himself, and those that had brought death upon his lady. He hated what he had become, he hated the demons for what they had done. No longer did he care about his petty quest for vengeance on the Gods, who, in reality, had spared his life, and allowed him to live on to fight another day. "What have I become?" He often asked himself. Certainly there was no longer a place for him among the Paladins. He had distanced himself from humanity, as his name had become a somewhat common one among village folk, as he had murdered many, especially the more devout followers of the more popular deities in the various towns strewn about Ea, so, he had decided to retreat into a place that few dared enter.

He had spent much of his time in Dor'iba, mainly to keep himself in shape and to keep himself from being found by the Paladins that had hunted him for so long. They refused to set foot on the lands of the dead, as they considered it hollow ground. Though he was for the most part safe, and he got the chance to hone his skills, a demon was a rare site in this area of the Dead Lands, and he had sworn an oath to hunt them, not mindless zombies. As he removed his masterwork spear from the carcass of the nonmoving fiend, he sneered, and decided that he would leave this place, as he had found nothing but the rotting undead. He slid the weapon into its harness, then popped his neck and leaned against the column of a damaged mausoleum, which had been his home for the past several days.

The demon hunter reeked of death, and due to his ghastly skin tone, he looked as though he could have been a ghost. There were no benefits to living in such a building, save shelter from the elements, and a place to sleep in safety when one grew tired. He cursed himself for letting this happen, though with his luck, the worst was bound to happen. Fate had been a cruel mistress to the former paladin. It always had been. Choosing not to dwell on the past, or his luck, Godfrey sunk down and began to think of where he could go. He only knew of one place that was plentiful in demons... and that was the Underworld, though he hadn't the slightest of how to get there, save killing himself, or dying in battle. Neither of which he planned on doing anytime soon. As he pondered his next destination, he heard the crunch of a skull, and quickly hopped to his feet, sword drawn.

Dori'ba... the lands of the dead. It was the most comfertable place to be in Arda in her book for the simple fact that it was this very place which reminded her most of the home she had left. Dori'ba was like a cemetary, a hallow ground which paladins feared to tread. It was also in these very lands that she had a stronger connection to the Underworld and to the eternally damned. Bones and other remains of the fallen littered Dori'ba like a mistreated graveyard. However, a recent update from one of the guards she had turned told her that this place wasn't as safe as it once was. As the wind gusted by and filled her nostrils, she knew it to be true. The stench of human filth filled the air, though there was something familiar about it and the aura which it left behind.

The guard had informed her how a demonslayer wandered listlessly around the cursed lands of Dori'ba, the news of which made her laugh hysterically. "Demonslayers" were a joke where she came from. Her Queen took them as rebels and removed them from her lands at once, or she had a few knights deployed to take them out. Either way, there was no room for such a status there, and certainly not here. Lady Darkness herself was a full-blooded demon, a foe which could not and would not be killed and cast aside so easily. And though the word 'demonslayer' still amused her to no end, there was no leaving the matter alone. Demonslayers, which where commonly humans, which was a joke in itself, who had horrid encounters with her kind at a fragile time in their lives. Yet more proof why mortals were so pathetic-- they blamed they're own flaws, their own pain, and pretty much everything else, on other beings. Mortals held grudges like a dragon held onto its precious egg, but their lives were short and insignificant.

She was getting closer to the source of the one who didn't belong, the feeling which she could not quite put her claw on growing stronger. The pall of death and decay filled the chill air, and with it, the fresh scent of blood that smelled as old as the land on which she walked. And there sat a hulking figure in the distance, leaned up against a damaged column of manusolem. His flesh was so pale that she almost mistook him for a ghost, but the tone of his skin and the bloody scent that now masked him told her otherwise. This was the demonslayer?!

The brute size of him almost insulted her, and if it weren't for the fact that he was a mortal, it would have mocked her. Humens could possess muscles like that after exercise and years of swinging a blade, but even that could not protect the unprotected flesh that covered his bones and vital organs. He appeared to be deep in thought, and the expression that marred his face was like a trigger deep in her memory. She knew him from somewhere, that much was certain, but she wasn't close enough to put a name to his face.

Her footsteps were as silent as shadows, and each step brought her closer. The smell of him was familiar still, but it still disgusted her a great deal. When he was within a few feet of him, the demoness finally recognized him. Talk about a total transformation. This man was the very human who had sworn to pluck the gods from their eden and send them hurling to their deaths. The human named Godfrey was just as much a sinner as she was, murdering priestesses and paladins left and right, and now look at him! Loathing in Dori'ba, the Land of the Dead, with ghoul's blood all over him. Who's side was this guy on?!

Just as she was wondering what he had become, her boot crashed downwards into a solitary skull, alarming the pale warrior. Godfrey, the alieged demonslayer, lept upwards from his crouch with weapons drawn. And, looking at him now, the demoness couldn't help but laugh. The one time that they had met, he had just butchered a group of paladins and was watching the fight between her and a mud-blood by the name of Crystal. Godfrey didn't seem to care much for her kind much back then, either, but it was only when they actually spoke that she could enlighten him.

When Crystal escaped her grasp and charged her, she bit the human farwell and vanished, since fighting with a hybrid was a waste of her time. Lady Darkness hadn't seen either one of them since then, until now. The only difference between then and now was that he was obviously on the wrong side of the board this time. Such a transformation over a short amount of time was hysterical to her. It was amazing how quickly mortals changed their minds about themselves and the world around them. Yet, the more it sank in, the more it disgusted and amused her. Mostly disgusted.

The demoness cleared her throat as her muscles tensed with caution. With the recent news she had been given, Lady Darkness wasn't about to let down her guard, regardless if she knew him or not. "Godfrey?" she called, all signs of amusment gone from her features. "Is that you? Look at how much you've changed... What have you become, Godfrey?" A smirk cracked her thin lips as she shook her head slightly. This was beyond pathetic, but she was here for buisness rather than small talk. NO matter how he was, no matter what he had done, a Demonslayer would not be tolerated.

The warrior scowled as he looked into the eyes of the demoness that stood in front of him. "You..." He said with a low growl. Though Godfrey looked as a man, he was more like an animal - a very, very violent animal. He twirled his weapon around, then slid it into its ornate scabbard, his eyes locked onto Lady Darkness's. "I'm guessing you aren't here for the view..." He muttered, then took a step closer. His muscles tensed, and he rolled his massive shoulders. "Being the all-knowing, all-powerful demon you put yourself out to be, I figured you would know exactly what I have become... If not... I'll just have to spell it out for you." He explained with a snarl. His scowl slowly turned into a contemptful grimace, and he clenched his fists.

"It was not the Gods that condemned me to this life... It is they who allow me to breathe and walk among this world even now." He stated. "Your kind... Your bretheren, took everything I ever had from me. Everything!" His voice was trembling with anger and hatred, and the urge to wrap his muscular hands around the demoness's slender neck and pop off that pretty little head grew larger by the second. "My title, my love, my entire world was obliterated because of your kind!" He roared.

"No... No longer are the gods the object of my hatred... It is you... You and your filthy bretheren..." He snarled. He gripped the hilt of his chain dagger as tightly as he could, to the point where he was damaging the leather that had been wrapped around the handle and leaving a deep indentation in it. If he held it any tighter, the weapon could have broken under the pressure of his grip.

The demon hunter heard yet another sound behind him, and let out a violent bellow as he sent the dagger flying into a zombie's throat, the serrated edge digging into its lower jaw. With a mighty pull, he ripped the undead beast's head clean off, blood and ichor spewing forth from its neck. He turned back to Lady Darkness as he caught the dagger and snarled again, then took another step towards her. "If you have come to kill me, woman... I can assure you... It will be anything but a simple task... You wouldn't be the first of your kind that I have sent back to the depths of the Underworld."

Again, he gripped the weapon tightly, not as much as before, but enough to keep a firm hold on it, enough to ensure that it wasn't knocked away from him. "I refuse to die here, in this place." He grumbled. "If, by chance, you do send me to the Underworld, you would only be doing me a favor, and those down below a great misdeed..."

The warrior snarled and popped his neck, waiting for Lady Darkness to do something. Should she attack, he would be ready, should she decide to chat, he would. Should she decide to leave, he would follow, and bring her head to cash in after he was finished with her. "Tell me what you are doing here... Now..." He growled, his voice more intense and angry with every word.

Godfrey gave her the usuall speach of what her brethren had done to strip him of everything he once held dear, the classic, yet common story of a deprived mortal once hunted by demons. The tale never changed as many times, and in as many forms as it came in. The deprived mortal became a demon slayer, but only after he or she realised that their hatred for whatever gods they believed in where not the cause of their anguish. His aghast and his infuriating hatred was delicious, difficult to ignore. Lady Darkness had had several incounters with individuals who called themselves demon slayers back at home and not one of them lived.

However, demons reigned supreme in her home land. In Ea, it was a some what different story.

Unfortunately for her, she knew that anger somehow made mortals... stronger, not that it was a problem, and it was that strength that would give her a bit of trouble should she decide to spar with him. Godfrey had been confused before and had been open to conversation and the present time was no different. The demoness was well accustomed to be called filthy and other types of names, so it didn't bother her as much whenever the mortal used them. When he rolled his shoulders and roared like an animal while he beheaded yet another undead, Lady Darkness's brow creased. Having a conversation with him would be like finding an inch long pin in a stack of hay, but it wasn't impossible.

The tale of his distain for her kind always entertained her, no matter how many times she heard it. Though it was his first few sentences that made her snarl. Just who in the hell did he think he was?!
After that, she had listened while surpressing her amusement as much as she could, which wasn't as easy as it sounded. Lady Darkness could see it in his eyes that he would talk if she wanted a conversation, but he would follow her should she decide he wasn't worth her time. Demon hunters were no laughing matter, so she couldn't blow this one off. Godfrey had to be dealt with or he could cause trouble in the future.

"A very common story among your wreached kind, don't you think?" She hissed between her ivory fangs, cracking her neck as she spoke. It soothed a rather irritating muscle in her neck area that she had most likely pulled sometime between her laughable fight with H'tes the hybrid and the time it took her to reach the Land of the Dead, since she felt like walking. "But you foolish mortals have a habit of framing us for crimes we did not commit. Even if my kind attacking yours is a common thing, why must your hate burn towards all of us? Why not hunt down those who have wronged you in the first place and take them out of their misery?"

Her counter question made more sense to her than just outright hating all of her kind, which included the good and the bad. The Mistress of Torment snickered, throwing her distaste to the non-existant wind of the area near the column. "Besides, don't you think that if I wanted to kill you, you'd be rolling in your own blood right now?" Her arms crossed over her chest as her dark hair obscured majority of her face when she moved, though one carbon eye was fixed on him, the slit now a diamond. "Sending someone like you into the Underworld would be a waste of my time and yours, so why bother? Just keep in mind that you won't be sending me back to Underworld. I won't die by a human's hands, not now, not ever."

When asked, or rather demanded of her purposes for being in Dori'ba, the demoness simply cackled. What buisness of it os his? She was a common face in these cursed lands, though she had been informed that a demon hunter was present, so she was curious enough to investigate. No shame in that. "And what makes my reasons any of your consern? For all you know, I could be here looking to meet someone. Or I could be here for the sceneary. If you must know, Dori'ba is a place I commonly visit." The demoness tilted her head askew, closing an eyelid as she leaned back on air. The urge to rip the tongue from his mouth with her bare hands was almost overwhelming, but she somehow got over it. Lady Darkness dispised humens; Godfrey was no exception, but he had his worth. Her voice was growing more tainted as each word left the tip of her venom-rich tongue.

She waited for him to reply, to move, to do something as she casually tried to remain calm.

Godfrey took a step forward, crushing a ribcage of a skeleton he had destroyed the day before. He snarled, then scowled as he listened to the demoness. "Who else am I to kill if not demons? The gods are the ones that spared my life. It was your kind that took my life from me..." He was quiet for a moment, then spoke again. "I have slaughtered all but one... One last beast..." He muttered. Though in reality there were two that had survived his wrath the day everything that he had ever wanted had been taken from him, he was only focused on the one that had killed his beloved, and he would slaughter all demons who would come across him. Even one who he had at one time pondered on allying himself with. Though she could still be useful, he would not back down, nor give in to the darkness.

"You will either leave me, or face me." Why he had given her the option of leaving him be, he did not know. Though she was evil, she was not like the others. She was not like the mindless rampaging brutes that he was used to killing. He knew that it made her all the more dangerous, though he could not bring himself to charge as he would have, had she been like the mindless, ugly, infernal beasts he had slaughtered so many times before. "I may be a mortal... but I am no weakling, and I am no coward. I have killed many of your kind. Do not underestimate me, demon." He said calmly.

As he waited for her reply he sighed and thought of what should happen if she did challenge him. He had no doubt that she would be a powerful opponent, but he had the confidence that he could kill her should he have to. He sized her up, looking for any weapon he could find. Though they were well hidden, he could see a bit of the hilt of a short sword on her left boot, and another on her right. He narrowed his eyes and peered into hers, seeing nothing but darkness and cruelty. He rolled his massive shoulders and readied himself, just in case the demoness were to attack. "What say you?" He asked gruffly, half expecting her to draw steel, seeing as how he was a demon hunter and she was a demon.

Clearly, he was still mawling her questions over before he had replied. He had chosen to slay her kind for what a handful of ingrates, hybrids perhaps, had done to him in the past. Lady Darkness remained calm and collected, though her demonic nature thirsted for his blood, craved the violence that this brute could provide. She knew he was no fool but he was not as clever as she thought if he had the nerve to challenge her. And for that, she could tell he was lying when he said there was one. Perhaps he named the one he wanted to kill the most, leaving the other insignificant, but well tucked away in his mind.

Her dark eyes furrowed, considering his words as he spoke. Godfrey had given her a choice when he damn well didn't have a say in her action. Lady Darkness was not the vein of his rage, nor was she the reason for his pain. She personally didn't have a thing against him, but the fact that he was a demonslayer meant she would face him sooner or later. However, this mortal, as disgusting as his mortal blood might be, could be of use to her. His hate for her kind could also help her in ways he couldn't imagine, for it was that very hatred she wanted to find. The demoness closed her other eye, thinking over each and every thought. She did not allow herself to relax, but remained alert. He should have known from their past encounter that The Mistress of Torment was not blind even when her eyes were closed- she could feel the vibrations of his every movement.

It was true that Godfrey was no coward and he was definiately not a weakling, but he was wrong to think she would underestimate him. She kenw what he could do to her and quite frankly, she wasn't scared. This mortal could not kill her, not even if he tried. Only one thing could kill her and that one thing he did no possess. As a mortal, he was not holy, and even then, he didn't have any holy magic. By the scent, she could tell he also didn't posess anything that could alter the temperature. He was at a major disadvantage, but even if she did fight him, she couldn't get out of it unscathed.

On the other hand, he would be a wonderous adversary, but the thing is that it wouldn't be fair regardless of his chosen 'class'. At any rate, she personally didn't see any reason to fight him. Well, at least not on this day. "You tell me things I already know." She said simply, opening her eyes at last. Lady Darkness had made up her mind. "Perhaps you should look deep within yourself and figure out who the true target of your hate should be. A small select few is no reason to decide to slay an entire race to extinction." After that, she muttered to herself, not really caring if he heard or not. "And you mortals wonder why we demons hate you so. How are we any different from the drow or the vampires?"

The answer was obvious. Vampires prayed on humans to live. Drow didn't want a thing to do with them. But demons lived to kill and spread the existance of fear and darkness. Why else did they exist? Lady Darkness inhaled sharply, lifting her head with which to focus her gaze upon his figure as his eyes narrowed and gazed into her own. She could see the window to his soul, she could see it all. Lady Darkness would gain nothing from killing him, so why bother? If she was to spar with him, she wanted more of a challenge, and that was something he couldn't actually provide without holy magic.

"I know better than to underestimate and overestimate my oppoents, Godfrey of the mortal world. I would gain nothing from your death and you would gain nothing from mine. You want to slay my kind when your hate lies in a small few. I can give you answers. I can provide results." She turned breifly, taking a step before looking over her shoulder. "And at the moment, fighting you would be a waste of time. When you think your mind is made up, you know how to reach me. FArewell." With that, a wind gusted by and the demoness was gone in the blink of an eye.