Strife took a cautious step back as she suddenly appeared, his rapier down but not where he couldn’t defend himself.  Her actions showed she cared about the mortal, though it was quite the opposite for the assassin.  He could care less about humans, especially those who betrayed Lord Mammon.  When she release her aura he visibly shivered, but not out of fear but excitement.  “So you’re the demon goddess who now rules here.”  A smirk playing across his pale face.<br/><br/>His free hand came up, brushing a blonde lock from his face.  “My name is none of your concern.  Lord Mammon, Grand Arch Demon of the North.  I’m sure you’ve heard the name?  That human,” his rapier pointed at the body “Is a wanted fugitive for sins against my Lord, as well as the woman who’s probably escaped by now thanks to you.”  He growled.<br/><br/>He didn’t let his full potential show, he never did unleash absolutely necessary.  It was always a trick, letting others think themselves stronger then taking great joy in humiliating them.  “Now if you’ll excuse me I have a job to do.”  He said to the woman before walking around her, his free hand going out towards the body.  Energy hummed in the air before an almost transparent beam erupted from his palm into the dead man.  Within a couple seconds Strife pulled his soul from his body, storing it within himself.<br/><br/>He stood for a moment, letting his astral form secure its prisoner.  “There are two other fugitives aside from the woman I mentioned earlier in your realm and I plan on capturing them as well.  Stand in my way and well, just don’t.  I’d hate to ruin such a short reign, as well as a pretty face.”