Zagan's white hair shown brightly in the fading light of the setting sun. The shine in his hair even more brilliant seeing how the room was scarcely lit by only two candles. The two men sat facing each other in the small room. It wasn't anything special. There were no decorations of any kind or furniture minus the two chairs and small desk that sat between them. It wasn't that Zagan couldn't find a better room, nor was it due to the fact that he lacked funds to afford a nicer one. In the floating city called Rum, all members of the Tartaros Guild were hailed as heroes and royalty. If it had been in the Fallen Angel's mind to use the nicest room in the city, he would had merely had to show his guild mark and it was have been granted him without cost. As it was, the room rented now had been bought and paid for. Zagan didn't want a large or expensive room, that would draw more attention than what he was seeking. Neither had he invoked the special treatment that his Guild mark assured him. This meeting was to remain secret. Their discussion was for no one's ears but the two men that sat there now. If any heard of the their plans before they were completed, it would spell doom for Zagan and his co-conspirator.
"The time has finally come, Axel," the fallen angel said, his red eyes glowing brightly as he spoke, "all our planning, all the time spent with this guild it all leads to this night." A shiver of pleasure ran down Zagan's spine as he thought about finally betraying that false dark mage Bertha. The idea of Peace through destruction was pathetic. The only way to peace is overpowering strength. "Here is the details of her magic and regular schedule." He slid a piece of paper over to his partner in this murder. As I said before, you do this for me and I'll make you powerful Axel. We will rise from the Ashes of Tartaros, the Demon Blade that will cut down all who oppose us. Kill Bertha and I'll handle the rest. We will make this world a world were demons will reign free from any 'Good' attempting to stop them."
"The time has finally come, Axel," the fallen angel said, his red eyes glowing brightly as he spoke, "all our planning, all the time spent with this guild it all leads to this night." A shiver of pleasure ran down Zagan's spine as he thought about finally betraying that false dark mage Bertha. The idea of Peace through destruction was pathetic. The only way to peace is overpowering strength. "Here is the details of her magic and regular schedule." He slid a piece of paper over to his partner in this murder. As I said before, you do this for me and I'll make you powerful Axel. We will rise from the Ashes of Tartaros, the Demon Blade that will cut down all who oppose us. Kill Bertha and I'll handle the rest. We will make this world a world were demons will reign free from any 'Good' attempting to stop them."