Bre woke up in someones arms. They were strong and a mans arms, but he didn't feel like Helkior. She opened her eyes and looked around. A demon held her as a robed figure with a scythe walked over toward the circle where Helkior was on the floor in the middle. Her body clicked into action and she squirmed away. In a second, she was in the air. She held her breath and prayed someone would catch her.<br/>After what seemed like forever,  Helkior caught her. She kissed his cheek and slid from his arms to stand in front of him.<br/>Death said she was stolen and he wanted her back. She felt for the scar, but her fingers found flat skin.<br/>"Good to see you again." She said sarcastically. "I know the deal I made you, as do you. I told you as long as the scar remained then I was yours, for lack of a better word." She said, reaching for Helkiors hand, feeling dread start to creep in on her mind. "Your in for a surprise." She tugged up her sweater and tank top, showing the flawless skin where her scar had been. "As you can see, I have no scar anymore. Its long gone." She dropped her clothes back into place. "You have no claim on me anymore. I am scarless."<br/>She leaned on Helkior and grinned up at him. She didnt care about the seven people around them. She didn't care about death, she just keep her eyes on Helkior.