Zeref's eyes, despite them not looking at Draco/Devlin any longer, widened in his shock and anger. Though he appeared calm, the fact the Demon King straight up kept pushing was another matter. He had to hold up the front of calmness. He will not harm his family. No more then he already did.<br/><br/>"You've overstayed your welcome at this point Devil. Or maybe I overstayed being in your presence whilst you still hold my family hostage. I want no further discussion with you. The Girl's family will do well to carry whatever anger I have against you." Zeref said calmly, yet coldly, almost slipping back into his days as Emperor Spriggan. With that he walked away from the demon. He didn't want to be mad at Draco. The fact Devlin said she didn't hate him for who he was finally began to hit home as several tears dropped.<br/><br/>Now more then ever he wanted Natsu to succeed with finding a way to free his Niece. He wanted to just once hear her say what the demon claimed. That would be enough for him to be happy for a time when he returned to his prison. But now, he wanted comfort. He wanted to feel the unseen presence of another who would never hold hate for him.<br/><br/>When he knew he was alone, he looked up in a hopeful look. "Are you there?" He asked, hoping that Mavis was somewhere close by.<br/><br/>-----<br/><br/>"Where the heck am I?!?" Shouted Natsu when he saw he was in a huge set of ruins, "There's no food I've been tricked!!" He decided to look around, not knowing that he may have stumbled into the right set of ruins. He just had to find the right part that held the Archive. He walked around, forgetting about food and starting to explore around. Until he came upon a large door with a strange lock.<br/><br/>"Hmmm how to open this door?" He muttered to himself.<br/><br/>----<br/><br/>Fenrir checked into an Inn as the evening fell, and went through his usual ritual of sleep, taking off his arm and laying down on the bed. Then he just stared at the ceiling. He knew he locked his door, hoping to stall intruders more then anything else to give him time to put the arm back. Fenrir without his Silver arm attached in the evening was as close as one will say Vulnerable.<br/><br/>At least that's what Fenrir wanted to think. He could fight without the silver arm on him. It'd just look weird. But he plopped onto the bed and tried to find sleep.