Kratos cleared his throat, as he was not used to being this close to someone he had... feelings for. It hadn't happened in 3000 years, so he felt a bit uncomfortable. That wasn't to say he didn't like it, just that he didn't know how to react in this particular situation. "Yes, well, we should probably start getting lunch ready..." Then he telepathically called for Raphael and immediately wished he hadn't connected them more than a simple command. Grumbling under his breath about a certain Nekojin and the effects of pheromones on familiars, he looked up from Rylie's beautiful golden gaze to see Raphael being kissed on the lips by an overly energetic draconic familiar.<br/><br/>"Dammit! I wish I could unfeel that!" he said loud enough for all present to hear him. Raphael let out an embarrassed chuckle. "Heh, sorry about that, Kratos. I couldn't stop myself from being turned on by... You know what? I don't have to apologize to you! Me and Emilimon can make out if and when we want to, and you can't stop us!"<br/><br/>There was a staring contest then and there between Kratos and Raphael, with the former seeming to look for something, and the latter determined to get his point across. Kratos appeared to find what he was looking for, and shrugged. "As long as you don't get carried away when you figure out what sex is, fine." he deadpanned, then turning towards the two girls he smiled "So, now that that's out of the way, would either of you care to try anything new out of a demonic cookbook, or am I going to be eating human garbage for the rest of eterni-" Turning his head upward sharply, he yelled, "GET DOWN!!!" as a ball of black and blue fire seemed to fall on a direct collision course with Kratos. At the last second, it veered off towards Rylie.<br/><br/>"NOT A CHANCE SCUMBAG!!!" Kratos shouted, jumping above her figure and wrapping his wings around her. the ball of fire dissipated and a skeletal figure who was on an ethereal horse wielding a scythe emerged from the flames. Laughing coldly, he breathed, "You've been gone for a really long time if you didn't see that coming!"<br/><br/>"To what do I owe the pleasure of a visit from an endworlder?" Kratos spat. Death may be on good terms with him, but the fact that he was not able to give orders to this specific demonic figure irked him.<br/><br/>Raphael, as naive as ever, waved at the horseman. "Hi Death!" he said a little too loudly. Death didn't acknowledge him, which must have pissed him off, because there was steam escaping his ears now.<br/><br/>"So I heard you found the long forgotten heir to Lady Doxnaprobas' fortune, and I thought I would verify this myself. Where is she?" The Rider said, dismounting from his horse. It immediately turned to ash, which seemed to be swallowed by the ground. Kratos frowned.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">~And just when I thought that I was rid of those four! Thankfully, this one respects me!~</span>he thought. What he said out loud was, "If you've come to train her, go away! I am fulfilling that aspect myself. otherwise, tell me why you are here."<br/><br/>Death couldn't smirk due to his skeletal appearance, but it was obvious he was doing so. "I thought that was already established! She had possessions, so I'm here to give them to the demoness' successor. Now would you please tell me why you're still hugging her?"<br/><br/>Both Kratos and Raphael's jaws dropped.