<div style="text-align: center">Questor:​</div><br/>Dante smiled as he saw how she took care of the three that had gone for her. Just because there had been more of them, they had thought they would have no problems with Dante and Laylah. "Yes they were weak, like all of their pathetic kind. As long as they are in numbers they think they can over come anything. If the people here fought back, they probably would have run. But that is what they are counting on, Fear and no one to contest them. Dante moved up to her and took her arm in a hand and looked at the wound she had received. "Best we get that bandaged." he smiled and moved his hand to the small of her back and began walking back the way they had come. Midnight and Nyx came padding over and flanked them as they walked. The four servants joined them and together they retraced their steps to the carriage and the villagers. One saw the blood on Laylah's arm and quickly found some bandages to wrap it for her and some water and cloth to wash it and cleans the wound. "You can return to your village. The raiders will not bother you again. Though you will have to dispose of some bodies. They really don't deserve a burial, but for you own health I would suggest the be."<br/><br/>The demon villagers were grateful and many looked at Laylah. She was an Angel and thought to hate all demons, but she had helped Dante rid their village of the Raiders. They all filed by her giving her a respectful bow and saying thank you. This made Dante smile more. Demons expressing thanks and respect to an Angel, something unheard of. Perhaps the Raiders had did him a favor. If a small number could overcome the hate between the races, then perhaps that could grow. He chuckled as he thought of the irony of it all. The village belonhed to Valkar and he hated Angels with a passion. But now the people of the village had shown respect and thanks to an Angel. If the word spread among other villages, as he had a feeling it might, Valkar would be furious.<br/><br/>Soon enough they were once again on their way and his mind wandered a bit. He imagined Angels and Demons actually working together, being part of the same villages and towns and cities. The thought had an appeal to it. He knew the Angels in the underground city respected him and his father. But could they actually live with his people. If one act could change the mindset of a few, might more change a lot more minds. It was a hope and a desire. Only time would tell.