<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Deimos</span>[Technically in Underworld still]<br/><br/>Deimos' eyes fluttered open, blue orbs focusing on the deep red-orange eyes before him. He kept still for a moment, gaze locked with Lo's, sleep still on the young God's face. This was a normal routine for the two, Lo always laid down with the God, but never slept, always keeping watch over his master. Deimos, despite being cold and aloof, took comfort in his pet's company, especially when he slept. There was some thing about having Lo's warmth beside him that made Deimos sleep easier.<br/><br/>Delicate hands rubbed the sleep from his eyes, "Talt is going to be traveling to Earth today to collect the soul of that nasty little human-demon Iona," he murmured, "He can have her soul. I don't care. But I want what's left of her, she'd make for a lovely puppet," his tone was like that of a spoiled child's when he spoke. Finally, he sat up, his nude form both petite and with feminine flair. Despite the delicate look Deimos held, he was a lot more powerful than he looked, not that he showed it often. After all, he had Lo and his other little minions to carry out his dirty work for him.<br/><br/>He let his pet dress him as was routine. "We're going to visit the human realm today," he told Lo, "I don't want any body interfering so make sure those good for nothing slaves don't get in my way," he said, speaking of Attivus and the twins, "Have them ferry the souls since Talt is busy. And fetch me that wench and her young," he quietly ordered Lo, speaking of Ambali and her child, "They'll be joining us. I want to learn more about Iona."