<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center"><strong>Nyag'thon</strong><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><em>Host:</em>  <em>Syncope</em></span></div></td></tr><tr><td>(https://i.imgur.com/ceC6tpS.jpg)</td></tr></tbody></table></div><br/><div class="floatleft"><strong>Angel Battle Epilogue</strong></div><hr/><br/><em>Yessss...</em>it whispered a hissing agreement to Ungrath's mind as it slipped away from her, falling to the floor she stood upon like a droplet of tar.  Moments passed quickly as tendrils of the inky, black tentacles wrapped up onto one another slowly coalescing into a humanoid shape that was eventually revealed to be Syncope's reconstituted form now that Nyag'thon seemed to be finished with the work of battle.  Syncope's eyes fluttered briefly, her flesh slightly flushed and beaded with some small droplets of sweat that ran along her neck and down her forehead.  Her tongue slipped out to slowly wet her lips.  Whether Syncope had regained consciousness or if Nyag'thon still controlled the girl was uncertain.<br/><br/>Syncope looked from Ungrath to the display the angels were making, following the other Archfiend's attention.  She smiled slightly before a mind whispered back to Ungrath at the sound of her words,<em>Jealoussssy, Envy, Lusssst, ssssuch inssssatiable ssssinssss you carry...</em>it remarked in an almost amused tone of voice<br/><br/><em>We musssst plan, ssssee you at the ccccell we will</em>it added as Ungrath departed.<br/><br/>Syncope's attention returned to Echidna, her children, and her knew conquests as Ungrath vanished with her own prisoners.  "We'll all have our chances soon..." Syncope replied in a breathy tone of voice to Conquest's lament at being less impressive than the others.  Syncope's gaze wandered over the others that attended to Echidna--children and conquests alike--before smiling faintly, "Some sooner than later," she suggested with an ambiguous subtext.<br/><br/><div class="floatleft"><strong>Castle Halls</strong></div><hr/><br/><em>Awaken little one,</em>Nyag'thon crooned into the mind it shared with Syncope.  Her thoughts sparked to life soonafter, swimming still in the memories of a past that was not hers.  Nyag'thon urged her along, steadying the torrent of emotions and thoughts that threatened to otherwise overwhelm her.<em>Thoughtssss do not harm ussss,</em>it explained,<em>echoessss of timessss that did not exisssst,</em>it explains as Syncope's lips curled in a faint smile reflexively.<br/><br/>"I-I see--" she managed to vocalize as Nyag'thon slowly turned over control of the body to her mind.  She interrupted herself with a throaty laugh that ended only when her throat was too dry to continue, shoulders shaking a few more times making it difficult to tell the soundless laughter from aching sobs.<em>Ssssome faccccetsssss yessss,</em>it agreed,<em>ssssoon you will sssshow otherssss for ussss--but firsssst a ssssisssster...</em><br/><br/>Syncope mouthed some words though her voice had abandoned her for now.  Nyag'thon understood though, and so it began to explain to its flesh-pet what it's intentions were for the Angel Solana.<br/><br/><div class="floatleft"><strong>Prison Cells</strong></div><hr/><br/><em>We are merely the sssservant Ssssyncope</em>its telepathic voice whispered in the minds of Alactra and Ungrath as she approached, perhaps explaining--in part--what its intentions were.<em>Nyag'thon doessss not exisssst--more explanationssss later.</em><br/><br/>Syncope's body had since recovered on their lengthy walk through the castle's many corridors--some more confusing than others.  Her flesh remained faintly flushed still, which also brought out the red of her scar more obviously, and contrasted against the dark color of her tattered robe.  The sword remained back at the table of thrones so for now she was unarmed and seeming like little more than a weak, human servant.<br/><br/>"My Mistresses," she greeted them both, bowing her head in subservience before looking back up to them both, "I am here to--" she paused as her throat went dry a moment again as she observed Ungrath's new shape as well as renewing the memory of Alactra's body, "--serve you in...in<em>any</em>way I can."