<strong>Darclight</strong><br/><br/>"What?!" the mer-ghost's eyes widened at Darclight's proclamation that there had been a change in leadership. "You beat her? Are you the new King?"<br/><br/>Her eyes narrowed as she hovered close. The spectral outline of her tail wove a loose circle around him and Auxilia-Prime as she examined him. "No, you don't have the Key. Good decision, that. I'm Attendant."<br/><br/>"You're just named after your function? What kind of name is that?" Auxilia asked, skeptical, apparently oblivious to the blatant hypocrisy.<br/><br/>"The Queen of the Netherworld gave me that name, and I'll wear it forever," the mer-ghost huffed. "I can help this little guy, but I don't have any reason to bother with soulless hunks of metal and sparks." She crossed her arms over her chest, giving a flippant flip of her flipper while she was at it, making a wave that soaked Auxilia-Prime. The other Auxilias had been in the middle of sizing up the bath and neatly exchanging their clothes for tiny towels, but the splash stopped them. She had a coy, calculating look, like Auxilia was looking for a way to take her newfound interloper down a peg.<br/><br/><strong>Tabs</strong><br/><br/>A lava-strewn hellscape all around her, Tabs rode her Docycle, the sawblades making deep grooves in the hot and slightly-squishy black basalt beneath her, kicking up brilliant sparks that sizzled on the bare-but-surprisingly-not-convective lava streams all around her. Weaving between stalagmites on her road she sped at blinding speed... until she came to a great tunnel mouth, a good two hundred feet high, entirely blocked by a demon rippling with red muscles. His pitchfork would have given a good skyscraper a run for its money, and it was currently placed across the entrance.<br/><br/>He leaned down, way down, way<em>way</em>down, no easy task at that size, and got down face-to-face with Tabs. With the heavy stench of brimstone on his breath he spoke.<br/><br/><strong>"Papers please."</strong>