It was around nightfall, with a view of the twin moons hovering in the star filled sky. The scene panned, over what seemed to be a cave, in a forest region. The cave was inside a hillside, but there was a formation at the top, where an opening was. The moonlight shined into the hole, illuminating what seemed to be a small cavern. There was rock structures in a circular formation. In the center was a campfire, smoldering with flames. The cloaked man with the spider tattoo laid on the ground, his back to the flames. He was shivering briefly, with his arms crossed.

His eyes were closed, but they faintly opened, keeping narrow as he glanced over to a water drip, that fell from the top of the cavern. "..."

Rain had began trickling down from the sky, entering through the hole. The man sat up, to pull his hood over his head, his eyes peering upward. The rain water didn't take too long, before it put out the firewood's flames. He moved to the corner of the cave, folding his arms to keep in the warmth. He stared to the damp firewood, his expression softer than usual. He sat there for a while, before he sighed; getting to his feet. The angel of death kept his hood overhead, as he progressed outside, into the raining woods. He pocketed his hands, making way for the nearby city.

Once he arrived into town, his eyes loomed over to the many people taking shelter, under the canopies of the towering buildings. Smoke stakes were seen on the rooftop from his view. He kept his head low, avoiding any eye contact as he passed through the crowds. The man seemed headed for the pub, entering as he drew close enough. It was bustling with many patrons, as per usual. Some drunken ones making their ways up the stairs to the hotel section of it.

The man with the spider tattoo pulled the hood further over his face, casting shadows over his blue eyes; before taking a seat at the bar. The tender looked to him, while cleaning a glass. "What'll it be?"

The mysterious man glanced to the side, keeping his face obscured from view. "...Whiskey." The bar keep turned, pouring the alcohol into a glass with ice, and placing it before him. The man placed down a Zircon coin, before taking the glass with his left hand. "Grazie." He said, taking a swig of it. He exhaled, peering over to the commotion. There was several Templar seated as well. He didn't seem to thrilled being in this crowd, but he didn't seem in a hurry either.

"Interesting dialect there. You speak Italian?" Spoke the woman to his side, she had her back to the bar table. It just so happened to be the bounty hunter, Trigger. She had a cigarette in the fingers that leaned closest to the bar. Her eyes peered over to the man, as she drew it to her lips.

"..." He kept his glance away from her, as he took another drink of his liquor.

Trigger flicked off some ash, leaning to the bar table, so she could get a better look at the mystery man. "Got something to hide, do we? That's awfully suspicious, if you ask me." She had this intensity to her gaze.

"Leave me alone, before you piss me off." He huffed, in irritation, as he clenched the glass.

Trigger smirked slightly. "Quite a bit of Templar around, to be making threats." Her eyes peered around to the many tables of Templar nearby. She picked up a glass she had at the bar, taking a drink from it.

"..." The man ignored her, finishing his whiskey.

He was not anticipating Trigger to grab his shoulder, and force his face into her view. He was caught off guard, but as Trigger saw him, her expression went from confident, to fearful. "... You're the man on the wanted poster, that Amygdala... The Angel of death... Your bounty... I-I... I need it!" She was tried to keep her calm, but was struggling.

The Templar were all within earshot, as each and every one of their eyes focused to the wanted man. They all began to rise from their seats, pulling to their weapons. "..." The man was unnerved, but quickly shoved Trigger back to the ground, before rushing for the exit.

The horde of Templar quickly made haste, dashing after him. Trigger was left in the dust of the stampede of soldiers. She was beginning to fume in anger. "HEY! THAT BOUNTY IS MINE!" She yelled in anger as she got up, rushing for the door. She was far behind the Templar forces, by a long shot.

"Don't let him get away this time!" A Templar shouted.

The storm was raging outside, as the wanted man turned sharp corner, his hood flying off. The Templar swarm wasn't too far off, keeping chase. Arrows flew his way, but he dodged them with great agility, using parkour, as he was dashing along the industrial walls of the buildings. His eyes trailed back, as more shots were fired. He quickly bounced from the wall, getting up to a higher elevation.

Arrows came flying, more an more. However, he continued to evade each attack on foot. The man gritted his teeth, nearly stumbling as he kept up his pace. Some bullets came blasting passed the Templar from behind, as Trigger cocked her pistol. "I Said, that bounty is MINE!"

One of the bullets pierced the wanted man's leg, causing him to loose balance on the elevated wall. He crashed to the ground below, in what seemed to the center of a plaza. He was gritting his teeth, as he gripped it briefly, to look to the blood. he was on his back, but tried to sit up. His eyes shot to the incoming threats, as he stumbled back to his feet, struggling to keep balance. There was no running now, he was ambushed.

The forces closed in, but the small blood puddle began to manifest into one of his skeleton archers. The man's piercing eyes focused on his attackers, as they drew close. His blood archer picked off some in the back rows, shooting straight through their skulls. The ones that reached him, were struck by his knives, as his disemboweled one before being knocked back hard. More blood was beginning to trail in, allowing the man's ichor magic to form his blood skeleton archers.

He was then struck back by a sword, tearing a hole in his turtleneck as more blood began to escape his body. He winced, as he tried to get up. All the blood was starting to grow more and more with every injury to either side of the battle. As Trigger fired off more rounds, the puddle shifted into giant tentacles, thrusting her back into a wall. She was instantly knocked unconscious from the head wound.

The man had taken another bullet to his stomach, in the process. The forces kept coming however, as the man's breathing became distorted. He was struggling, but was already loosing a lot of blood. "..."

The blood skeletons were still keeping form, as they fired at more Templar that neared the man. He was wincing, as he stumbled to his knees. The battle field was covered in red liquid, however ice began to chill through it, freezing over all forms of blood shaped monsters. The wanted man's attention turned to a nearby woman, who was shrouded under a veil of darkness. As the ice began to nip at the feet of the Templar, they backed out of the woman's way, as she was allowed to draw closer to the man. By this time, the majority of the pool of blood was crystallized in ice. The wanted man was beginning to shiver from the frost of her magic.

Lyra came into view, as she looked to him. "The long awaited capture, it was only a matter of time until you came out from hiding, you vile vermin." She smirked, as she grabbed to his right lip piercing.

This made him flair his fangs, and pull back. However, Lyra didn't release her grip. "..."

"I don't think you want to do that... Or do you? Here, let me help you." Lyra grinned, as she forcefully ripped the piercing from his face.

"Argh!" The man growled in pain, pulling away, to hold his mouth. Blood was running down his fingers like a waterfall.

Lyra pulled his hands away, to get a look to his face. She was rather amused by his suffering. There was a large gash, where the piercing used to be, as he sneered through bloodied fangs.

"Detain him." Lyra chuckled, as a Templar came up behind the man, gripping his long hair back hard with one hand, and held a sword to his neck with the other, roughly making the wanted man look at Lyra. "You will come quietly, or else you'll loose more than your face jewelry." Lyra licked her teeth.

The man spat out some blood to the ground, leering to her. "Go to hell." He growled.

"Ey? You want to die? Fine. Kill him." Lyra shrugged, boredly.

The Templar pulled back the sword, about to strike, when the man leaned forward, right as it swung. This resulted in his long hair being sliced right off. Quickly he rolled forward, kicking back the Templar behind him, as he gripped his knives. His eyes trailed back to his hair on the ground, looking rather irritated by it. "..." He was panting, but turned his attention to Lyra, as he struck back at her.

She took a step away, dodging the attack, as she held her hand to her mouth. "Muwahahaa... Really? Still have some bite left, do we?" She cackled, in amusement. Her index finger raised, to point at him. This made her smile.

He was taken by surprise, as the Templar flooded in, slashing with swords and maces. His left shoulder was struck twice, and took several more between deflecting the attacks. He managed to knock back more armored knights, before his left collarbone was jabbed through with Lyra's ice rapier. It was pulled out instantly, forcing him to cough up some blood, before crashing to his hands and knees. His left hand shakily held to the wound, as his eyes weakly peered up to Lyra. "..."

The mist of the cold night was rolling in over the cobblestone, as she kicked him back to his side. He grunted in pain, but hadn't even noticed a silhouette, that wasn't there before, now perched on a nearby lamppost. Black wings flapped, as the shadow flew at the nearby Templar. A large sword formed, screaming aura wailing, as it cut through their flesh. Many jolted back in panic, seeing the shadowy figure standing close to the wanted man. Arched now in the light of the lamp, taking a defending stance, was Nye. Her sharp eyes focusing to the threats at hand.

Lyra looked displeased. "Another one... Hmph. Don't back down men. Kill them both!" She ordered, her ice rapier held to the side. "We won't stand for any who go against our order!"

The wanted man's vision was completely blurry, unable to see what was exactly happening, but he noticed Nye. "... Y..You?..."

She glanced to him briefly, with her wings folding back slightly; but the Templar rushed their way. With agile movement, Nye made quick work of the remaining Templar. She slashed them back hard, arching her sword with both hands to decapitate one. She gripped to her chain, using it pull one close, right as she hacked them up.

with their bodies impacting to the ground. Her emerald green eyes panned to the only Templar standing, Lyra. "I'll give you one chance to flee."

Lyra took a step back, with a scoff. "You want to save a corpse? By all means. More forces will be here shortly, you can have fun with them." Lyra said, forming her angel wings. With that, she flew off into the pouring sky, far out of sight.

The man's eyes were barely open at this point, as Nye crouched to his side. She extended her wing, using it to block rain water from his head. This made him glance her way once again weakly, in confusion. Nye's eyes trailed over him, as she was analyzing his injuries, before they shot over to the distance. A few buildings down, she spotted Templar reinforcements approaching. "..."

The man winced, as he tried to shift. "You have... no business stepping...in... Just... Ugh.. get out of here..." He groaned, squinting his eyes, as more blood escaped his body.

Nye's eyes turned back to him, She seemed curious as her eyes looked to him. She let her wings fold behind her back, as she shifted to grab his right arm. Nye pulled it over her shoulder, as she forced him off the ground, putting her free hand to his side.

He groaned in the process, squinting her way. "What.. Are you doing?... Just leave me..."

"You'll thank me later." Nye said, her eyes focusing to the nearing forces. Her wings stretched out, before shooting off into the air, soaring away quickly.

The Templar arrive, to spot little more than a blood bath. Some went over to Trigger, examining her. "She's alive." One called.

"Yet there is no threat. Where did this 'angel of death' escape to?" Inquired the silver haired man, Dimitri. His eyes looked up to the raining sky. "There must have been others. Squire, clean up this mess. You others, report back in to Grand Master Aoba." He said, walking off.

"Viceroy Dimitri, where are you heading off to." One called.

He halted, keeping his back to them. "Don't ask questions." He stated, heading off.

Within the depths of the deep roads, Nye had taken the mysterious Dream Weaver to the Wynorex location. She laid him down on one of Finch's work benches, upon arrival.

"My queen? The Dream Weaver?!... Nye, did I not warn to you to keep distance from this man? Lots of blood... You shouldn't have brought him here..." Finch was analyzing the situation.

Nye gave him a serious glance. "Finch. Just worry about mending his wounds right now."

Finch held his temples. "Very well, but I am not fond of this idea. If he attacks us, then, that's on you for bringing him here. I may trust you, but I do not trust the likes of this one." Finch agreed, begrudgingly.

As soon as they got his shirt and coat off, Finch's fingers got to work sewing up the wounds, and bandaging up the wanted man. There was a distinctive tattoo of the man's right shoulder blade on his back. It was a skull faced spider, just like the nickname suggested. The man with the Spider tattoo.

Finch continued to mend the wounds, attempting to stop the bleeding. "This man is dangerous. With how much warning I gave... It strikes me as odd, to why you would think of saving him..."

"He could prove to be a useful ally. Think about it." Nye's eyes glanced to Finch.

"He's a monster. A menace to society... He's as likely to kill us, as he is to kill our foes... Do you not see, that a soul such as this, can be such a double edged sword?" Finch kept his eyes on his work.

"If we judge an entire race as one, then we're just as bad as the Rhyme." Nye crossed her arms.

Finch halted, his eyes turning to Nye. "A half blood-" He began, but the wanted man's eyes opened, clenching quickly to Finch's throat.

Nye moved fast, gripping to the man's wrist, forcing it behind his back, right as she shoved him face first into the wall. She kept a firm grip to him, not letting him budge. Finch was rubbing his neck, seeming shaken.

"Urgh...Let.. go..!" The man demanded, panting weakly.

"Bite your tongue." Nye insisted, before glancing back to Finch. "Just leave him to me."

"My Queen, I warned you of this. This man is a demon." Finch groaned.

"Do as I say!" Nye instructed.

"..." Finch reluctantly nodded, before turning for the door. "Be wary, for if he harms you, then he shall meet his end." Finch spoke, looking agitated, before exiting the room.

Nye sighed, letting her grip loosen on him. "You really should be resting. Can you not comprehend that you nearly died back there?"

The man tried to look back, but was still pressed to close to the wall. "Hmph... Couldn't just leave me alone... I didn't ask for your help. I told you to stay away from me..." He groaned, exhaling in annoyance. "All this constantly showing up...What do you want from me anyway?"

"We have a common foe. The Templar. I wanted to purpose an alliance. Enemy of my enemy, is my friend. Aye?" Nye explained, releasing her grip on the man's wrist, to gently nudge him into the nearby curtain styled chair.

He stumbled into it, seeming taken by surprise with her."..." His eyes trailed away, avoiding eye contact. "...Why would you think I'd want to fight along side you?... I don't exactly play well with others, if you haven't figured that out by now. Can't you see I want to be left alone?" His eyes peered back over, sharply. "I could easily kill you right now. As the other one said. I'm am a monster."

"Actions speak louder than words. Bare in mind who saved your life, when I could have easily left you for dead." Nye smirked. "Truth be told, I've been investigating you for a short while. Many oppose the idea, undoubtedly. However, I've deduced that you're not entirely what they believe you to be; this 'monster'. If you truly were as such, then you wouldn't have told me to flee. You would have begged for my help, or perhaps even stabbed me during one of our previous encounters."

"..." The man looked off, with a scoff.

"I don't believe we've had a proper introduction. My name is Nyghtmare Ghestro." Nye let her eyes focus on the man.

"Ghestro..." He seemed slightly stunned. "That Amygdala calling you 'Queen'... It's starting to make sense now..."

"Aye, but you may call me Nye. Whom might you be?" Nye inquired.

He averted his eyes, looking down to the side. "Jackyn Spyders... Or 'the Angel of Death'..."

"Jack." Nye smirked.

His eyes trailed to her, with uncertainty. "..." Jack was clearly uncomfortable.

"You don't have to decide now. You're still recovering after that encounter." Nye assured him, grabbing to a shirt and trench coat, handing it to him. "You got pretty messed up out there."

Jack closed his eyes with a soft groan, taking the clothes from Nye. She turned her back to him, which also came to a surprise. However, he decided to stand up to put the top on, and pull on the coat. He adjusted it slightly, but went to touch the back of his hair. Jack seemed irritated, recalling his long hair was gone. He grumbled slightly, but glanced up to catch Nye peering over her shoulder to him. "..." Jack looked off, crossing his arms.

Without warning, Miles barged into the room. "NYE! Why did you-?!" He caught himself, growing quiet with his ears back, upon spotting Jack glaring over, boredly. Miles growled slightly, hiding behind Nye. "Nye... What the heck are you thinking, bringing 'him' in here?... You crazy? That dude is scary. He's bad news."

Solitaire, Nikolai and Finch were all peering into Finch's chamber as well. No one seemed too pleased on Jack's presence.

Nye peered back to Miles, seeming unfazed as usual. "I decide who we bring to Wynorex. Understand, Miles? Don't argue with me, I'm not changing my mind on the matter." Her eyes turned to the others. "That goes for everyone."

The others didn't argue, but still didn't seem to approve of the idea.

"..." Miles grumbled, glancing to Jack. "Well, I don't like him."

"You've already made that perfectly clear. My decision stands. Now. If you instigate trouble, that's your own fault." Nye placed a hand to hip.

"... Fine. I get it." Miles scoffed.

Nye glanced over to Jack, holding her head. "Don't mind him."

Jack's eyes had panned over to her. "...I'm gonna split. Need to think about things." Jack seemed unsure about all the negative remarks toward him.

"Do as you like, I'm sure we'll cross paths eventually." Nye replied, understanding where he was coming from.

"I guess I owe you..." Jack muttered, walking to the exit of the chamber. He stopped with his back facing Nye. "... and grazie..." He said, before vanishing off into darkness, that trailed out of the entrance of Wynorex.

Miles shuttered, jumping easily. "Okay... Creepy..."

"I do have to agree with the feline. That bloke was... well... bloody intimidating." Solitaire shivered briefly.

Nye shrugged, smirking a bit. "Don't worry about Jack. I don't think he's the monster you all assume him to be."

Everyone peered over to Nye. "What makes you so sure?" Miles spoke up, quirking a brow.

"I'm meticulous when it comes to analyzing people. I don't think he's hostile, rather... scared. When you corner a frightened animal, do they not fight back?"

"... I guess I never thought about it like that before... Well, I still don't like him." Miles sighed, but agreed with Nye.

"... Interesting analysis my Queen. However, it is as such. The Dream Weaver is one we need to tread lightly with, for he is dangerous. As you stated, you're in charge. My lady." Finch bowed his head.

Meanwhile, a view of the sky was seen. Within the clouds the floating Skyworld kingdom. Approaching the castle gates was Lyra, followed by many Templar soldiers. The knights were left outside the door, as she shoved it open , to enter the royal chambers. There she find Grand Master Aoba, sitting upon his throne.

There was a few others girls in there with him. His Leashed girl was at his feet, while a brunette haired elf was sitting to his arm rest, feeding him grapes. There was another female, a succubus looking fiend, who was wearing rather revealing attire.

All the woman turned to Lyra, as she bursted in. Aoba wasn't even paying attention, eating the grape from the elf's hand.

"Aoba." Lyra placed her hands to her hips, ice beginning to freeze of the area she stood.

"Oooh what is it, Darlin'? In one of those moods again?" Aoba chuckled.

"She's always in a bad mood." The elf teased.

"Now don't be mean, Eclipse. She's one of my special ones too." Aoba pulled her into a kiss.

After breaking it, she looked to him softly. "Apologies, milord." Eclipse smiled.

Lyra rolled her eyes. "So, apparently you wanted the female Amygdala that I just encountered. She was defending that wanted man. Ayame filled me in on the details. Why didn't you tell me?"

"Sweet pea, don't be like that now. Come. Sit." Aoba patted the empty space on his lap.

Lyra looked bored, but approached, taking a seat. The succubus leaned over Lyra's shoulder, seductively. "Do you want some extra attention, love? I'm sure Aoba won't mind if we had a little fun." She licked her lips, as she stared to Lyra.

Lyra pushed away the fiend's face. "Horrifica... You are rather bothersome... I truly do not see why Aoba wants anything to do with a thing like you."

"Options make life far more interesting. He just so happens to enjoy a bit of exotic flavor, from time to time. I can be anyone he wants me to be." Horrifica wrapped her arms around Lyra, who shoved her away once more; this time with ice magic.

Horrifica grimaced, holding her arm, as she fazed up to her feet. "Feisty... Keh hee hee..." She grinned crazily.

"Ladies, play nice now." Aoba chuckled, placed a hand around each of the woman on his lap.

Lyra grabbed him by the chin. "Back to the point. What are you going to do about that Amygdala? She made away with the 'angel of death'. She's proving to be a nuisance."

"Kyu?" Hitomi glanced up, with her ears back.

Aoba smiled, in his whimsical fashion. "I have a Templar knight looking into it. If he fails, then, oh well. I'll find someone more suitable for the task on catching her. It's as easy as that."

"Just remember who is your favored lover." Lyra aggressively pulled Aoba into a kiss, but he seemed to enjoy it.