<span style="color: #000000">With guards,cooks,servants,soldiers,and messengers anyone would have called this place a castle on the inside,but as huge as it was it resembled a five story church,but an unholy one, it was horrifying yet beautiful in a way...mainly unnerving. The devil himself would love for this to be his home. It was tainted with a massive sense of evil. To those outside the structure itself would seem to pose a threat as the ground below it was covered with fog, people talk as of though itâ€™s more of a threat than Xevan himself. They say the soldiers are nothing but undead souls in desiccated bodies, men and women alike. <br/><br/>The dark structure has be come a demoniacal doorway to the plans of the demon man.Things in Baneiva have been changed every since that tyrant Demon Lord Xevan came into power and tainted the land with pure evil. Other creatures of the lands repudiate to even try going against him.For he was too ambitious and blood lusting it terrified them.<br/><br/>Scythe threw her book to the bed nearly hitting an already irritated doll, though no words where spoken ,she already knew what '<span style="font-style: italic">he</span>' the doll was thinking of...Pure annihilation of this place and it's lord.Standing and walking toward the bed, she scooped the dolls small body up and sat him on her shoulder, the doll stayed silent without protest as the woman left out of the room.Her face held no type of expression as she strode the halls of the dark manor,the silents between them was almost scary.<br/>Passing the chamber of Xevan made Agony shudder,but then again how could something like a doll shudder. Scythe traveled down the stairs into the kitchen to make sure things were going well there, but she left quickly she had other destinations to be at before Xevan called her.<br/><br/>Rubbing the tattoo on her face she muttered beneath her breath,and her small companion looked over to her with an mischievous smirk,as he jumped from her shoulder and disappeared. A small groan escaped the lips of the woman and then a cackle could be heard not far off.<span style="font-style: italic">'Damn that vile soul.'</span> Scythe thought aiming the silent insult at the doll. Why did it always end up like this, that doll could be the death of her,whether it be because of something done to throw things out of order ,or a pure accident that would cause her untimely death. <br/>Those two theories kept her cautious."Agony..." Her voice was soft with almost no emotion at all,as she searched for the damned thing."Yes?" Came a small but sly reply, the small thing held hold of some scissors in between the blades lay cream colored drapes,if they were to be cut the entire staff would see it including the Lord.Scythe's eyes did not move from the doll,but they narrowed slightly."I will rip every stitch that holds the cotton in your body, if you cut that curtain." <br/><br/>Agony smiled wickedly as it quickly tried to clamp the scissors shut but the effort failed as Scythe had snatched them.Standing now,her orange eyes filled with triumph as she swiped the scissors. Agony's spirit roared of fear of what she would do next. He was her's now, and he knew it! There was no denying the power she held over him and she intended to never let him forget it either.Scythe stepped forward and was ready to cut those strings from the yarn body.<br/> Agony turned and fled in fear,leaving a very pleased shadow demon. Putting the scissors in her pocket,she strode away continuing her daily duties. Before long she had to remember Devo, she'd wondered when he was coming back. She had already sent him off without much information. She had earned the Lord's trust,but apparently not enough.<br/></span>