"Hurry get up this is Cerberus's domain" he says tugging on her arm looking around for the three headed dog

She hisses with some pain quietly and gets up her body still weak.......she grabs your arm for support and gets up she's somewhat in your arms she stands Sotta leaning on you waiting for you to lead the way

He looks back in terror praying not to find the dog. The dog would tear them apart and eat them not caring that they were demons and he wouldn't be able to get away he had no wings he lost them a long time ago. He drags the girl helping her walk refusing to look back again.

She somehow starts gaining her powers back now she can stand on her own now shes detimind to both of them out of there she opens her wings up there large and dark purple

he becomes fixated on her wings stunned by their tremendous beauty. "wa...." he is silent letting her pull him up to get out of the forest.

She picks you up gently and flies her wings huge and sharp cutting anything that gets in there way she files back to the hall of despair so they'll be safe there for a while to rest and what not

They return and she sets you down and folds her wings behind her back she slides against one of the wooden rails and sits there and starts cleaning any of her wounds up she wrappes some wrap around her arm and then sighs looking at her hands thinking about Damon when they they first ment and hugged and how he helped her .....

Hands balled into fists, he stepped forward as he changed his destiny. He wouldn't sit back and let life dictate his powers, nor his mortality. No, this was his life. It was his choosing to live, fight, and die. He didn't want death. He refused to accept death would befall the mortal body he was given. Knowing his former life, he wanted that beautiful, perfect body restored. He would mow down anyone who tried to stop him too. He would succeed. And he would become his former god-like self.

Fierce icy blue eyes darted to and fro. Just where was he. Where was he really. He didn't recognize this place. Sure, he knew he entered the games, but was this the first step? The first step for mortal man? The first step to a changed life and a new fate?

Smirk on his face, his shifty eyes sought out direction.

"And so it begins," he said with a tone full of much malice and hate. Clearly, he wasn't afraid of whatever laid before him. Hell nor demons would deter him from his dream.

their was a stir in the hot wind in hell demons and creatures were becoming unsteady. Damon's hair on the back of his neck pricked up and he was paying attention to the different sounds he was hearing. "......som..someone is here" Damon said very quietly and slowly. He slowly rose from where he was sitting his eyes were moving from object to object ready to go look for the mortal who dared to enter Hell.

A smile slowly creeping on his face and his red demon eye was wide with the crazy need to kill. "hehehehe" he laughed quietly slowly starting to walk in the direction of the mortal with his sword slowly dragging behind him.

Having turned over his hand to look at the dirt beneath his nails, Rroy paid no attention to what dared occupy his space. When the sound of metal dragging on the floors finally irked him enough, his blue gaze jumped to the red eyed demon that now stood just feet away from him.

Glancing from the sword to the demon to his hands, he shrugged. He really did need to maintain better care of his hands. After all, dirty hands make for a dirty man, and he was far from dirty. Picking at the dirt until it was all gone, the raven let out a sigh before rolling his eyes up to meet the demon again.

"I don't suppose you carry a file on you?" Holding up a slightly chipped nail, he smirked before his eyes fell back on the sword. "Am I to presume you're here to kill me?" Pure amusement washed over his features. He was clearly having too much fun being this haughty human who seemed indifferent in the pits of hell.

Did he have a death wish? Possibly. And yet, there was something about him that seemed calm and at peace down here. As if... as if he'd been in Hell before.

Damon looked at the mortal in front of him curiously. there was something off about him he didn't seem like any other human that dared to enter Hell.......he was...some what intimidated by the man. But why, the man is a human and he was a demon or at least half a demon.

"..........what is this file that you speak of?" Damon couldn't help it that he knew nothing of the human world and he never will humans were dirty and pathetic and even though he is half human he would never sink to their stupidity.

Damon slowly walked to the side of the man he was unsure if he really wanted to kill the man or just torture him. No maybe he would just have fun with him. He was not in the mood to deal with a dead body or a bloody corpse.

Unamused by the demon's lack of knowledge in relation to the human world, Rroy just rolled his eyes in annoyance before tucking his neatly cleaned nails away. "Nevermind, I can make do without." Those icy orbs met Damon's two-tone eyes and a small grimace swept over his face. "Do you happen to know of a demon or god who possesses the powers of ice and darkness?"

Rroy hitched up a brow at his question, hoping that Damon would be slightly of use to him. Eying the sword, he smirked again. Damon could certainly be of use if he could talk the demon into giving him a weapon. Though, for now, he needed not a weapon but direction. If he wanted to get what he came here for, he would need to start moving.

"I seek to challenge of being of ice and a being of darkness. Upon slaying them, I will consume their powers and begin my renewal. You can either aid me or die by my bare hands now. I will warn you, if you fall to my mortal hands, you will become the laughing stock of Hell."

Although Rroy had no visible weapons on him, something about the way he spoke seemed confident. Too confident. As if he knew 100-percent that he would smite Damon if he dared betray him.

something the mortal said scared Damon. He thought long and hard about what the mortal had said "if you fall to my mortal hands, you will become the laughing stock of Hell." he was already tortured and hated by hell for being half human. if he was defeated by this human would he be killed by The king of hell. no Hell would not kill him hell would do far worse to him, hell was not kind enough to do him such mercy.

Damon glanced at the ground where is sword was his shoulders were slumped over he always had horrible poster. ".................i don't want hell to hate me more." Damon refused to look at the mortal after making up his mind he felt..dirty for betraying Hell. "i....might..know of a God." he was silent for a while before he spoke again "I know of many gods."

There was something strange about this man of Hell. He seemed... unlike the demons he had come to know in his past life. Was this man here because he was born here? Or had he fallen to Hell?

Wait. Since when did Rroy give a rat's ass about someone else? Since never. He was and will always be a loner. And yet, despite what his mind spoke, his heart did another.

Hand reaching out, he patted the demon on the shoulder. "I see no use in spilling your blood." Pulling his hand from the shoulder, Rroy dropped it out before him to shake. "The name's Rroy."

Why was he being so... well, kind? Even he didn't know. No, he did know. He knew that if he wanted to succeed, he couldn't go at it alone. After all, he was a mere human. Just a mortal. If he wanted to gain ice, darkness, and immortality, he needed a partner. Someone that could guide him to the right demons and the river.

"It's been a while since I've been to Hell. What's the proper way to get to the Styx River?" With a grin, he waited for Damon's move.

Damon just stood their looking at the mans hand deciding what to do. then he said very quietly almost to the point where the man wouldn't be able to hear him."..if i join you then I could avoid being tortured every day..but if i fail my life will become unbearable........alright ill lead you to the river Styx" he kept looking at Rroy's hand wondering why the man held it out to him. "whats wrong with your hand?.." he said looking up at the mortal very curiously.

well he just switched sides for the first time since he had been in hell for centuries. was this mortal being really worth saving.

Perfect. This demon of Hell was going to aid him. Although it was odd that the creature would admit that he was inflicted with much pain, Rroy couldn't help but find himself sympathizes with the guy. "I wouldn't worry about failing." Rroy's gaze solidified and a confidence washed over him. "I don't fail."

Pushing his hand forward, he took Damon's hand and shook it. "To mortals, shaking means the beginning of something. It's how we agree to things and it's how we introduce ourselves." His grip was firm, but not overly powerful. It was just strong enough to let Damon know he was in control, but not overly threatening or mean.

"So," his gaze fell back toward the endless paths around him. "What's your name and which way shall we travel?" Something in Rroy told him to step forward and shift right so he did as such. He knew not what laid ahead, but he didn't mind rushing into danger. Danger put him in the mood and got his brain pumping out strategies and plans. The harder the challenge, the greater the reward. If Damon thought it unwise for Rroy to tread down that road, he better speak now or forever agree to whatever danger Rroy walked toward.

Damon tilted his head looking at the mortal "you are weird" he whispered. he never liked humans but this one was different and he just couldn't help but thing the mortal was weird with how he acted toward a demon like him. he shifts his eyes to look to the left of him. pointing in the direction he was looking Damon answered the mans question "that is the way to the river Styx but first you have to get passed Hells unforgiving forest where the three headed dog, Cerberus lives."He started to slowly walked in the direction they were suppose to go.

"I have many names here but the name that i gave myself is Damon" he looks back at Rroy as he speaks. their was no emotion in his eyes, he was not very good with his emotional side since he spent pretty much all his time in Hell. "Shall we go?"

(i will start the next rp conversation in Hells unforgiving forest

they enter the dark forest. the screams of the damned could be heard from miles away. "here we are" Damon looked at Rroy then dropped his sword as he slid to the ground into a sitting position. "We should take a break for the night its getting dark and if we keep going without a break we would surly wear ourselves out." he was tired this was the first time he ever spoke so much in one day.

Damon looked up at Rroy with his hands cupped around his boots while he sat looking like a child. "should i hunt some rats" he asked wondering if the man was hungry like he was. "Rats taste good cooked to the point of black"

The hike was a bit longer than Rroy wanted, but the idea of besting a three-headed dog seemed like too much fun to let his fatigue wear him down. Besides, his old self was chomping at the bit to get his powers and life back. Why stop? Why stop, ever? If they could get to the river by the next day, he would be one happy human. Er, immortal soul.

Quirking a brow, Rroy followed Damon's retreat to the ground. Really? Tired? Rroy checked his vitals. Sure, he was tired but he wouldn't say he was exhausted and ready to call it quits for the day. Heck, he was a runner at heart and could easily cover 3.1-miles in about 16-minutes. Did this demon really think he would tire after such a gloomy walk?

Eh, what was he to do. Damon had made up his mind and was already talking about making camp. Could he argue? Sure, but what good would that do?

With a sigh, he looked from Damon to the sword. "Why don't you build up a fire and I'll get the rats." Having only a sword between the two of them, Rroy knew he wouldn't be able to chop down a tree and make firewood from it. That would have to fall on the demon, who ought to have the strength to rip one from the ground.

Moving to the sword, he was just about ready to pick it up when a voice from within spoke. Do not be so hasty. Remember what happened last time you took without permission?

The voice was right. He didn't know if the item was cursed or belonged strictly to Damon. Calmly, Rroy's hands found his pockets and he turned his attention to the demon he traveled with. "Mind if I use your sword? Or must I procure my own weapon?"

Damon looked down at his sword. "........go ahead.....but if you try anything im not going to help you" Damon said a little weary. he then diverted his attention from the man to the ground grabbing sticks that were around him to put in a pile. Once he believed he had enough sticks he held out his hand above the pile. His hands were wrapped in dirty white wrappings to hide the wounds on his arms. in fact his whole body was wrapped up. But he didn't really care much that he was covered in scares to admit it he didn't mind the pain, and he thought it was fun when he was bored to count the scares on his arms to see if he could count to 100.

Damon glances at his wrapped up hands hovering over the sticks for a while before he set the sticks on fire.
"do you have a name" Damon asked "humans have names to right, so you must have a name?" damon looked up at Rroy, but even though his eyes were on Rroy he was not paying attention to the human, his attention was on the mouse crawling next to his foot. then in very fast swift movements he grabbed the mouse and snapped its neck with his teeth.
Damon then roasted the mouse he had caught and started munching away really happily.

"As I stated earlier, I have no interest in killing you. It would just prolong what I await for." Watching the demon pick up sticks, Rroy found himself feeling rather... well, useless. He was already done piling the wood for a fire and he managed to snag a measly mouse. Honestly, Rroy envisioned the rodents down in Hell would have been bigger, but he supposed the Cerberus at those that were hefty enough to fill one's belly.

Wait. Did he actually need a sword for mice, especially if they were smaller than his boots? No. There was no use in the sword, which explained Damon's tone and hesitation. Feeling like a complete twat, Rroy turned to let his eyes scan for movement. Perhaps he could get more mice? Or find a rabbit?

Upon hearing the demon ask his name, Rroy scoffed. "Rroy. Though most know me by my alias, Soul Reaper." In his prior life, Rroy was a reaper her traveled the universe reaping souls and guiding them to the next life. It was a truly wondrous job and, honestly, the reason he sought to go to the river and back.

Shifting forward, Rroy lunged at something. Unlike Damon who needed to snap the neck, Rroy's one jab to the rat's neck caused the thing to die. Flinging it toward the wood pile that soon became a fire, he sifted through the grass some more. In relatively no time, he was back with five more rats, each enough to fill their bellies for tonight, at least.

Pop-pop-pop, they went in the fire. Watching as they burned and charred, Rroy's taunting blue orbs seemed to flicker red. It was caused by the casting hues and shadows of the fire, but there was something about those stained red eyes that looked natural. As if, his blue eyes weren't his natural color.

"How did you come to be of Hell? What binds you here?" His eyes were still locked on the rats and his tone was rather dry and cold.

Damon refused to look at Rroy as he spoke "my father was a demon that was allowed to walk the earth in order to bring damned souls into hell. My father did not stick to the ways hell and mated with a human woman, then out of a mistake i was born. I am the only demon in hell who is half human. i am a horrible horrific disgrace" Damon said curling his lip. he actually believed it himself. "So i was damned by satin himself to be satins slave. Ive spent many centuries looked up with satin and many other centuries being tortured by other demons." Damon pauses for a while to take another bite out of his roasted rat. "im really use to the pain by now" Damon talked as if he really didn't care about it at all. "My right eye is a human eye unlike my other eye that is red my human eye is blue." he hated his human eye which was the reason it was always covered up and he never let anyone see it.

Damon finished eating his rat and began to lick his fingers.

Upon hearing Damon's life story, Rroy found him sympathizing for the man. It was so unlike him so Rroy pegged his empathy on his mortal standing. Had he been immortal, he probably would have scoffed at the half-demon's back story and apparent weaknesses.

It actually surprised him, but Rroy opened up to some degree. "Hell wasn't always like this. I can remember my life from a great many times ago. You see, legend has it that when a world is in grave danger, a hero will spawn and protect that which he loves. I hardly look worthy of such a title, and yet I'm reborn anew upon each death." His eyes shifted away and his voice lowered to something more sorrowful and sad. "Truth is, I'm hoping immortality can prevent my rebirth. My death is always the same. She falls and, shortly there after, I fall. And she always dies because I haven't the strength to save her for I fear a true death. I hesitate when I should rush forward and protect. What kind of hero am I if I haven't the heart to be selfless?"

With a sigh, Rroy gazed at his own hands and loosely dropped them into his lap. "If you help me in achieving immortality, I shall aid you in whatever you seek, be that leaving Hell or achieving peace from such torment." Offering Damon a smile, his eyes went back to the fire and the roasted rodents. Pulling two from the fire, he munched on them slowly before speaking again.

"I would very much like to not fail her again," he muttered namely to himself.

Damon's curiosity peaked out "she...she...she...is she a human woman?" he said eyes wide in curiosity "is she like you" he looked at Rroy, looking him up and down and scooting closer. "she.....hummmm" he sat their deep in thought.

The human world didn't seem so bad, it seemed interesting and he was very curious to see what other humans were like, how they acted, and what they looked like. with that in his mind he starting muttering to himself "humans...humans..humans.."

when he got out of his thoughts he realized he had finished eating his meal.
Damon disappointed that his meal was over stood up and walked over to Rroy, he was getting use to Rroy's company but still refused to get to close not knowing how the human would react. He walked around Rroy keeping his distance, looking him up and down. "i want to come with you" he said. humans were just to interesting and if he was in the human world he can study them first hand.

She was some reason just flying around she wasn't in the mood to talk anyone she was quite pissed off her arms wrapped with bandages and she had some holes in her wings from her fight with some gamer .

She flies up ahead and notices the camp fire she slows down and lands in a tree next to the two males that where talking .... I guess I rest for a little she whispers to her self ....

A part of him had no interest in revealing the truth of her. However, when Damon hit the nail on the head, Rroy couldn't deny it. "Yeah." There was a softer side to him now as he sat smiling at the fire. Even his eyes seemed to smile -- whoever she was, she clearly made the guy happy. "She's not like me though. She's much more. Blonde hair, blue eyes, soft skin, and a warm smile. She's very kind and open, welcoming all who come to her. She's the kind of woman that would never judge someone before walking a mile in their shoes. She likes to pretend she's a monster but she's far from it. Despite her aggression and assertiveness, she's really just a cuddly kitten."

With a light laugh, he returned his gaze to Damon. "If I ever find her, I'll be sure to intr--"

Rroy's attention snaps to movement from behind. Lips pulling back to reveal a growl, his blue eyed gaze looked into the darkness for what stalked them. They were at a disadvantage; whoever lurked the forest could see them but they could not see them. Probably the biggest downside of a fire is those closest to it have blurred vision.

She listens even tough she's not in a good mood she then falls out of the tree ow! She moans of pain she gets up and sits by Damon with a sigh dusting her hands of ....

"are you following me now" he said with a curios look on his face. what did she want. and what was Rroy going to tell him he never finished his sentence and he was quite disappointed by it. "awwww mannn right at the interesting part with the human woman" he sighs and sits down on the ground like a child. Was he suppose to be scared because he wasn't. Maybe he wasn't scared like Rroy was because he somewhat knew the girl.

Quirking a brow as a new member of Hell joined their little campfire, Rroy smirked. What luck he was having. He was always the type to do things alone. Or at least he had for quite some time. Then that mysterious thing known as love fluttered into his life and Rroy found himself learning to like company, want friends, and to some extend, a family.

As his blue eyes moved from Damon to the female, he brought forth a smile. It was something he learned to do from a good friend. "And who might you be, Miss?" Just on looks alone, Rroy knew she was of demon lineage but was she purebred? Or was she more like Damon, cursed to suffer the life of Hell?

Laughing at Damon's odd comments, he smirked again. "Maybe one day you'll get to meet her. Until then, it looks like you'll have to interact with your own kind. Er, and me."

Taking a rat that he hadn't eaten, he offered it to the newcomer. "If you're hungry," he said while offering the rat-on-a-stick to Jade.