Another day, though time itself was harder to determined outside the gates to the Netherworld. Naburus found his own means to distinguish it though whenever his master slept, or whenever he himself may grow wearily of guiding those poor lost souls through the demonic doors of<em>paradise</em>. Today didn’t seem any different, or so the gatekeeper would mistakenly believe. If only he knew, perhaps he could gave his teacher fair warning of the undesired events that were to follow. Perhaps he would even be able to finish his own duties as well, but alas those poor and boisterous souls got off light, until his master may awaken and slaughter the entire lot of them. Then again, Naburus was also partial fault to that, too busy toying with his prey as usual. Hey, one had to create some form of entertainment by taunting those doomed to eternal hell; otherwise he may just have to play fetch with his master, and his master wasn’t one to play ball.<br/><br/>His bringing into the mortal realm probably may come off amusing to some’s eyes. His hands were both altered from one another, his right several inches above his left, fingers curled as if holding something, though nothing was currently there. Even so, he was amongst mid swipe with whatever it was that he was once grasping, apparently he was also too accustomed of carrying that dear weapon of his, that he didn’t even notice it wasn’t present at all. There was a lapse in time that also followed shortly afterwards for the reality to sink in and his current obliviousness of the situation to fade, if only slightly. His silver hued eyes trying to adjust to the new setting, just where was he? A narrowed look clearly distinguished his lack of amusement to the circle he was entrapped within and further to the company before him.<br/><br/>Death glares continued to shoot through the stare he wielded and maybe a scowl even lingered underneath that mask of his. What kind of jest was this?  Has that creature done lost her mind? He would rather be damned then be a human, such feeble and weak creatures they were. He had harvested many of their souls and sent them through those gates when they became rebellious towards the fact of being sentence to hell. Not that they would have any chance if they did somehow overcame him, there was still his caretaker to be taken into consideration as well and that beast made Naburus look like a chew toy, literally.<br/><br/>“Die.” Was the only thing uttered from beneath that mask towards the woman once the old man was gone, speaking the common tongue. Naburus’s body turned in the circle, twisting, believing he was still holding his dear weapon. “Extend.” And what would of otherwise been a swipe from a curved blade upon her body, nothing followed. What blasphemy was this? His face wrinkled up, scowling now as he moved his hands to performed another swipe at her with a nonexistent weapon, though after the third try he finally realize his weapon was gone. Such a tool just couldn’t make it in the mortal realm. His eyes gazed down to his shrouded and empty hands, his mind reeling in his current possibility of being helpless. Again he would quickly take in his surrondings. “Release me, you foul, hideous beast.” He snarked out, such a charming little urchin, wasn’t he?