Helkior saw the blood signature as it hit the paper. As soon as it did, his tail acted as though it was on fire, and his legs gave out, causing him to fall onto the bed next to Bre. "-going to be more than fifteen seconds. Help me please." he heard through his pain. He hadn't realized that what they had agreed to was going to affect him in such a drastic manner, but then again, she was going to be turned into a demoness, so of course it would mean he would be made to suffer immensely. Especially since Death was against the idea.<br/><br/>As both of them went through -well, rather ironically- Hell and back, he managed to murmur "We're in this together... just... think of the result, and don't look back." then a massive migraine was thrust on him and he blacked out.<br/><br/>When he woke up, he was lying in the last place he expected to be. he was in Hell, and to make matters worse, The Council of Elders had encircled him, with displeased looks adorning their faces. The only one who wasn't sharing that look was Nephilos, who was holding the unconscious body of Bre, smiling. But that still left six Elders to convince that this had been a good idea.<br/><br/>"Helkior! And we assumed you were dead! So, care to explain why you decided to turn a mortal into the only Princess of Demons ever known to exist?" the second tallest of them asked. Nephilos turned to the demon in question. "I'm sure he had a logical reason to do what he did. let's just hear him out, shall we Astaroth?" The demon who had been revealed to be Astaroth gave Nephilos a dark stare, but otherwise did not object.<br/><br/>"I believe I know." a voice said as a ragged robed figure holding a scythe approached Helkior.<br/><br/>"Azrael." was the collective group's response, more out of respect than the need to address the newcomer.<br/><br/>"I believe I told you to call me Death." the skeletal figure warned. "No matter, back to the reason we are gathered here. Helkior, I believe you have stolen something from me, and I want it back."<br/><br/>this was when Nephilos noticed the girl in his arms wasn't unconscious anymore. "Well! look who decided to join the party!" he said, tossing her into Helkior's arms.