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"I think we're ready for departure." Demongo took his cloak back from Elia. He had showered and felt refreshed. He was toweling off his face, hair flickering. Elia wondered if their skulls ever got flooded. The idea was fleeting, but enough to make her smile a little. "Glad to get back into the sunlight?" He asked.
"Uh…" She shook her head, knocking the thought away. "Yes, it would be nice to have natural light again."
"Fair enough." He nodded his head back and forth. "This 'Pit of Hate' gets old."
"Mhm." She grunted, watching him latched the cape around his neck. They both knew that they would feel a bit out of place up there but kept quiet.
The plan for escape was simple. Elia would be stored in him again and they would sneak out in the shadows. If anyone saw them, Aku's shadow ninjas in particular, they would be killed and collected. "Ninja guards are easy." Demongo had once said in their short interviews. "Pure essence in a cloth wrapper; I smack them off the walls for fun sometimes."
The girl fretted needlessly about going back inside. She didn't know if she could communicate with the others, but knew it was vast. And lonely. If there was any one thing Elia hated, he was being lonely. Before, just a few hours ago, she remembered a bit sadly, she had been unconscious for the few minutes after he took her for his own. That didn't count. She didn't know what it was like, but soon would.
With a clipped snap of his fingers Elia dispersed into a cloud of grayish fog. The cloud swirled and made a beeline stream towards her skull and entered through the eye.
Elia felt herself suddenly become lighter, more of a presence in anything, and shoot through the air. She was guided in the direction of Demongo's chest and flew into a tunnel of darkness. The dark lasted only a second, though, and she found herself reforming inside a gigantic cavern. Before she could go anywhere, a ring of blue flame appeared around her.
Everyone else had awakened and were floating in the everwhere – that's what they called it – with similar rings of flame. The ox-like girl, Dusk, gave her drugged look of hatred. Persephone did the same, and the other three girls joined in. Elia sighed silently. All words were lost in the everwhere, at least they knew that.
Demongo slithered under the door into the shadows. He tried to hide himself to the best of his ability and pretty much succeeded. Even if anyone actually saw him it wouldn't be a problem. It was undecided whether or not he was unwelcome, because everyone thought he was dead.
A few people glanced his way and shuffled on, uncaring. Luckily it was not strange for a blue eyed demon to sink around and between shadows in the city. The problem was avoiding Aku. But, the Demon reasoned with himself, the fool never really came down here.
Demongo continued until he reached the end of the Great Wall, where it rose in pillars upwards toward the top of the tower. No one knew where they would appear in the outside world. Aku's towers moved from place to place, changing constantly. This was simply for the Shogun of sorrow's personal enjoyment.
Working out a plan in his head silently, Demongo kept up and moved up the wall between cracks, invisible. How would he get to the samurai? Approaching him directly, as he had done before, was a definite no. He could not change shape except for 'melting' so that was no good. The demon cursed. Aku's shape shifting ability was one to be envied. But even if he could shape shift, you could always tell who Aku was. Demongo wanted a more solid upper hand. Jack was obviously more comfortable around other humans. They were less prone to join evil's side. And that was it! A simple yet difficult solution. Demongo would turn himself completely human, save for his distinctive powers. Stopping, he retreated back down the wall. There was a wizard near the most populated area's edge just a few miles back. He could do the job.
At the wizard's front door Demongo decided to make one of those entrances he loved so much. Swinging the door open with a gust of wind, he snaked into the darkened house. Slamming the door so it looked like it happened on its own; he rose out of nothing in the living room center. The house was dark – no one was home, it appeared.
"Aw." Demongo slumped over, disappointed that no one had seen his dramatic appearance. "Hello?" He called into the house. Taking careful steps on the creaky wooden floor, he snuck down the hall.  "Anyone home?" Finally he came to a bedroom with the door cracked open.
"What do you want?" The cranky old man swung open the door, irritated. He had a fistful of little purple pills and dropped them at the sight of Demongo. He fell to his knees and started to pick them up, muttering angrily. "How does he always find me?! I'm a thousand years old, I should get some compensation."
Demongo stood, unimpressed and surprised. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Aren't you here to collect my essence or something? Don't think I don't know Aku's right-hand man when I see him." The old Wizard stood up again, counting his pills.
"Actually, yes, I am. But first I need a favor – can you turn me into human?" He rephrased it. "Can you make me human temporarily, personal preference being if I could control it?"
The man's eyes widened. He frowned disagreeably.  "All I want to do is take these pills and be done with my miserable life." He crossed his arms. "But now you're here, so I don't have a choice in helping you at all."
"That's right." Demongo snickered.
"Then let me see what I have." He turned, Robe flapping, and walked across the room. He shuffled through a few drawers grumpily.  "Do you want your powers intact at all times?"
"Of course." The demon stood beside him and shadowy house.
Finally the man came up with small black and silver ring of entwined metals. "This should do you good."
Demongo's eyes lit up. "It's perfect. Is something simple, good for the –" He chuckled. "Dealer of Destruction." He snatched the ring and, before putting it on, tossed Elia's skull to the ground. The wizard smirked at him. "Hey, if I can access my essences while human I need a partner."
The man nodded. "Fair enough." Pointing his hand at the girl's skull he flicked a short reanimation ray it. She stood up, pulled at the collar of her cloak, and smiled a little. She hoped he wouldn't do that too often. It was dizzying.
"All right." He nodded." Let's see if this works." Elia watched curiously, a bit worried. He slipped on the ring and felt something happening almost immediately. Unfortunately he didn't have a mirror, so only Elia and the wizard saw the change.
It was hardly noticeable at first. The flames on top of his head got calmer, flickering more gently. Then it frizzed up bit by bit from the bottom of became real hair the broke up into individual strands. Eventually was a big mop of electric blue hair that sat straight up on his head. It fell onto his face evenly. "Is that it?" He felt a lock of the wiry hair.
The wizard, stroking his filthy gray beard impatiently, slapped the demon's hand. "Give it time, will you?" About then Demongo glanced in his hand and saw the area around during bleaching a pale flesh color. The man smirked. "This part is going to hurt."
And it did. Elia looked away painfully as her master hunched over and gave an unearthly shriek of agony. He gripped his stomach under the cape and started rolling on the floor. "What's happening?!" He choked.
Examining his gnarly yellow fingernails nonchalantly, the wizard answered: "Bones. And organs. You're human on the inside too." Demongo rolled over and dug his claws the hardwood floor with the hand that still had claws. His face looked hideously disfigured because one half of it had a flesh and blood ear and a nose while the other side battled receding blackness. The blue of his eyes shrank into little irises, leaving behind a field of white. Black pupils grew in the iris's centers and... That was it.
Elia rushed to his side and put a paw on his back. "Are you okay?" Helping him up, Demongo let out a hacking little cough and licked his fangs. Bone fangs.
"I'm fine." He managed. There was a black nylon belt lined with miniature skulls around his hips. Other than his cape, he realized, that was all he had on. Elia slapped a paw over her eye and blushed a darker shade of pink, giggling girlishly. He yanked his cape closed and flushed with embarrassment. "You!" He pointed at the wizard then, flustered, yanked his cape closed again. "This is your fault. Bring me some clothes. Something black." He shivered unhappily.
Elia came up and poked his cheek playfully. He glared at her. Backing off, the girl smiled. "I meant no harm. It's just that your so," she giggled again. "Beige."
He turned and frowned at the wizard. The man flinched and scurried away. "I'm beginning to think this wasn't a good idea." The demon said, feeling exposed even with his cape closed.
"Oh please. Sure it's been done, but never so well." She took another look at him and straightened the collar of his cape.
The wizard came back and with a skin tight but comfortable shirt of light black fabric and a pair of dark gray jeans and, Demongo found folded inside the jeans, a pair of underwear. "Ahem?" He cleared his throat and the two backed out of the room.
Getting dressed, the demon -turned-human adjusted his ring. It was a bit loose and slid off his finger easily. He shrugged. No big problem. "You can come in again, Elia." He buttoned his pants invited the two in again. The wizard sighed dejectedly and fingered at his poison pills. "Take them if you want to, sentimental old coot." Demongo flapped a hand. "I'll collect either way."
"The name's Seer." The old man crossed his arms. "Not sentimental old coot." But he smiled and Dry swallowed the pills. The poison was fast acting. Seer's arms twitched in stiff jerking motions just a second after he swallowed the pills. A small ring of foam formed around his cracked lips and, if it was possible, his skin got paler. Ashy gray with death and unbelievably sick looking the wizard's eyes rolled up in his head and he collapsed with a wheeze.
"I hope you're happy." Demongo smirked impatiently and started collecting the essence. It was a tad more difficult, working with human hands, but easy enough. Elia watched, pleased that this was a bloodless kill. She smiled at her now human master. He caught the brief look and grinned back. "Okay, now we're ready for departure."

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"I think we're ready for departure." Demongo took his cloak back from Elia. He had showered and felt refreshed. He was toweling off his face, hair flickering. Elia wondered if their skulls ever got flooded. The idea was fleeting, but enough to make her smile a little. "Glad to get back into the sunlight?" He asked.
"Uh…" She shook her head, knocking the thought away. "Yes, it would be nice to have natural light again."
"Fair enough." He nodded his head back and forth. "This 'Pit of Hate' gets old."
"Mhm." She grunted, watching him latched the cape around his neck. They both knew that they would feel a bit out of place up there but kept quiet.
The plan for escape was simple. Elia would be stored in him again and they would sneak out in the shadows. If anyone saw them, Aku's shadow ninjas in particular, they would be killed and collected. "Ninja guards are easy." Demongo had once said in their short interviews. "Pure essence in a cloth wrapper; I smack them off the walls for fun sometimes."
The girl fretted needlessly about going back inside. She didn't know if she could communicate with the others, but knew it was vast. And lonely. If there was any one thing Elia hated, he was being lonely. Before, just a few hours ago, she remembered a bit sadly, she had been unconscious for the few minutes after he took her for his own. That didn't count. She didn't know what it was like, but soon would.
With a clipped snap of his fingers Elia dispersed into a cloud of grayish fog. The cloud swirled and made a beeline stream towards her skull and entered through the eye.
Elia felt herself suddenly become lighter, more of a presence in anything, and shoot through the air. She was guided in the direction of Demongo's chest and flew into a tunnel of darkness. The dark lasted only a second, though, and she found herself reforming inside a gigantic cavern. Before she could go anywhere, a ring of blue flame appeared around her.
Everyone else had awakened and were floating in the everwhere – that's what they called it – with similar rings of flame. The ox-like girl, Dusk, gave her drugged look of hatred. Persephone did the same, and the other three girls joined in. Elia sighed silently. All words were lost in the everwhere, at least they knew that.
Demongo slithered under the door into the shadows. He tried to hide himself to the best of his ability and pretty much succeeded. Even if anyone actually saw him it wouldn't be a problem. It was undecided whether or not he was unwelcome, because everyone thought he was dead.
A few people glanced his way and shuffled on, uncaring. Luckily it was not strange for a blue eyed demon to sink around and between shadows in the city. The problem was avoiding Aku. But, the Demon reasoned with himself, the fool never really came down here.
Demongo continued until he reached the end of the Great Wall, where it rose in pillars upwards toward the top of the tower. No one knew where they would appear in the outside world. Aku's towers moved from place to place, changing constantly. This was simply for the Shogun of sorrow's personal enjoyment.
Working out a plan in his head silently, Demongo kept up and moved up the wall between cracks, invisible. How would he get to the samurai? Approaching him directly, as he had done before, was a definite no. He could not change shape except for 'melting' so that was no good. The demon cursed. Aku's shape shifting ability was one to be envied. But even if he could shape shift, you could always tell who Aku was. Demongo wanted a more solid upper hand. Jack was obviously more comfortable around other humans. They were less prone to join evil's side. And that was it! A simple yet difficult solution. Demongo would turn himself completely human, save for his distinctive powers. Stopping, he retreated back down the wall. There was a wizard near the most populated area's edge just a few miles back. He could do the job.
At the wizard's front door Demongo decided to make one of those entrances he loved so much. Swinging the door open with a gust of wind, he snaked into the darkened house. Slamming the door so it looked like it happened on its own; he rose out of nothing in the living room center. The house was dark – no one was home, it appeared.
"Aw." Demongo slumped over, disappointed that no one had seen his dramatic appearance. "Hello?" He called into the house. Taking careful steps on the creaky wooden floor, he snuck down the hall.  "Anyone home?" Finally he came to a bedroom with the door cracked open.
"What do you want?" The cranky old man swung open the door, irritated. He had a fistful of little purple pills and dropped them at the sight of Demongo. He fell to his knees and started to pick them up, muttering angrily. "How does he always find me?! I'm a thousand years old, I should get some compensation."
Demongo stood, unimpressed and surprised. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Aren't you here to collect my essence or something? Don't think I don't know Aku's right-hand man when I see him." The old Wizard stood up again, counting his pills.
"Actually, yes, I am. But first I need a favor – can you turn me into human?" He rephrased it. "Can you make me human temporarily, personal preference being if I could control it?"
The man's eyes widened. He frowned disagreeably.  "All I want to do is take these pills and be done with my miserable life." He crossed his arms. "But now you're here, so I don't have a choice in helping you at all."
"That's right." Demongo snickered.
"Then let me see what I have." He turned, Robe flapping, and walked across the room. He shuffled through a few drawers grumpily.  "Do you want your powers intact at all times?"
"Of course." The demon stood beside him and shadowy house.
Finally the man came up with small black and silver ring of entwined metals. "This should do you good."
Demongo's eyes lit up. "It's perfect. Is something simple, good for the –" He chuckled. "Dealer of Destruction." He snatched the ring and, before putting it on, tossed Elia's skull to the ground. The wizard smirked at him. "Hey, if I can access my essences while human I need a partner."
The man nodded. "Fair enough." Pointing his hand at the girl's skull he flicked a short reanimation ray it. She stood up, pulled at the collar of her cloak, and smiled a little. She hoped he wouldn't do that too often. It was dizzying.
"All right." He nodded." Let's see if this works." Elia watched curiously, a bit worried. He slipped on the ring and felt something happening almost immediately. Unfortunately he didn't have a mirror, so only Elia and the wizard saw the change.
It was hardly noticeable at first. The flames on top of his head got calmer, flickering more gently. Then it frizzed up bit by bit from the bottom of became real hair the broke up into individual strands. Eventually was a big mop of electric blue hair that sat straight up on his head. It fell onto his face evenly. "Is that it?" He felt a lock of the wiry hair.
The wizard, stroking his filthy gray beard impatiently, slapped the demon's hand. "Give it time, will you?" About then Demongo glanced in his hand and saw the area around during bleaching a pale flesh color. The man smirked. "This part is going to hurt."
And it did. Elia looked away painfully as her master hunched over and gave an unearthly shriek of agony. He gripped his stomach under the cape and started rolling on the floor. "What's happening?!" He choked.
Examining his gnarly yellow fingernails nonchalantly, the wizard answered: "Bones. And organs. You're human on the inside too." Demongo rolled over and dug his claws the hardwood floor with the hand that still had claws. His face looked hideously disfigured because one half of it had a flesh and blood ear and a nose while the other side battled receding blackness. The blue of his eyes shrank into little irises, leaving behind a field of white. Black pupils grew in the iris's centers and... That was it.
Elia rushed to his side and put a paw on his back. "Are you okay?" Helping him up, Demongo let out a hacking little cough and licked his fangs. Bone fangs.
"I'm fine." He managed. There was a black nylon belt lined with miniature skulls around his hips. Other than his cape, he realized, that was all he had on. Elia slapped a paw over her eye and blushed a darker shade of pink, giggling girlishly. He yanked his cape closed and flushed with embarrassment. "You!" He pointed at the wizard then, flustered, yanked his cape closed again. "This is your fault. Bring me some clothes. Something black." He shivered unhappily.
Elia came up and poked his cheek playfully. He glared at her. Backing off, the girl smiled. "I meant no harm. It's just that your so," she giggled again. "Beige."
He turned and frowned at the wizard. The man flinched and scurried away. "I'm beginning to think this wasn't a good idea." The demon said, feeling exposed even with his cape closed.
"Oh please. Sure it's been done, but never so well." She took another look at him and straightened the collar of his cape.
The wizard came back and with a skin tight but comfortable shirt of light black fabric and a pair of dark gray jeans and, Demongo found folded inside the jeans, a pair of underwear. "Ahem?" He cleared his throat and the two backed out of the room.
Getting dressed, the demon -turned-human adjusted his ring. It was a bit loose and slid off his finger easily. He shrugged. No big problem. "You can come in again, Elia." He buttoned his pants invited the two in again. The wizard sighed dejectedly and fingered at his poison pills. "Take them if you want to, sentimental old coot." Demongo flapped a hand. "I'll collect either way."
"The name's Seer." The old man crossed his arms. "Not sentimental old coot." But he smiled and Dry swallowed the pills. The poison was fast acting. Seer's arms twitched in stiff jerking motions just a second after he swallowed the pills. A small ring of foam formed around his cracked lips and, if it was possible, his skin got paler. Ashy gray with death and unbelievably sick looking the wizard's eyes rolled up in his head and he collapsed with a wheeze.
"I hope you're happy." Demongo smirked impatiently and started collecting the essence. It was a tad more difficult, working with human hands, but easy enough. Elia watched, pleased that this was a bloodless kill. She smiled at her now human master. He caught the brief look and grinned back. "Okay, now we're ready for departure."