Dalek rests as he is laying on the stone slab with his hands behind his head for support. The dungeon is quiet, and droplets of water can be heard slowly being dripped in his cell. The collar on his neck itches as it chafes. He ignores it still trying to get some type of sleep. *BOOM*, Dalek was startled and immediately stumbled off the bed hitting the damp floor. Large amounts of dust fell from the ceiling as the explosion rock the foundation. He quickly ran to the cell door and try to peak out to see what was happening. The guards posted on that floor were in panic and were rushing out to see what had happened. Explosions kept pummeling the surface, confusing Dalek.

"What about the prisoners here!"

"Forget it they'll be fine! We need to defend outside quickly!"

The Guards all ran out as Dalek shouted at them.

"Hey! Hey!!! What's going on?! Gah! For fucksakes..."

As he looks side to side as best as he can between the bars, he sees a dark shadow in the corner with no light shining at it. For some reason he feels queasy looking at the dark spot. He feels... anxious, trying to squint his eyes to see the shadow spot. Slowly a figure stepped out of the shadow in a black cloak wearing a porcelain mask. It was white and the only visible feature on it was two black dots resembling eyes. Its simplicity was nerve ending for Dalek, almost ritualistic. Soon two more figures appear on the other side of the hallway where he wasn't paying attention. One had the same two black dots while the other was slanted lines. The three stood right in front of his cell not saying a single word. Dalek stepped back a bit frightened as they stared deep into his soul.

"Oh my, oh my, oh my! Look how poorly they treated you! They need to learn a thing or two about proper hospitality hehehehehehe!"

Dalek's blood sank to his feet hearing that cheery playful voice coming from behind the three masked men. They stepped aside and standing behind was Frida rocking back and forth from heel to toe.

"Hello little boy! It's been a while; did you miss me??"

"Frida... I figured the Fidelity was going to show... I didn't expect them to send you..." Saying as he tries to put a smile keeping his composure. She slowly walks towards the cell door and places her hand on the lock. The long pink sleeve still drooping over her hands hasn't change, but the lock suddenly began sizzling until a loud clang can be heard. The masked man to her side reached for the bars and slide it open with such vigor. She walked towards him slowly staring at him with that white kitsune like mask.

"Sooooooo, are you ready little boy?"

Daleks forced smile slowly turned to realization and had a defeated look. He walked closer to her and dropped to his knees. He raised his head and places his hands behind his back. Frida tilts her head to the side watching him place himself into position.

"Just... do it quick. Thats all I ask... please..." She slowly raises her hand high up in the air. Dalek with no emotion stares and closes his eyes waiting for the strike of hers. She brings down her hand but only knife hand strikes the top of his head softly making a soft thud sound.

"What are you doing you dummy?"

He opens his eyes wide in a confused manner, "Wha- I thought... I thought you were here to- to kill me..."

"No you dummy, I'm here to rescue you guys." She bends down toward his face with her hands on his hips. Her voice now switched to a sinister tone.

"You really think I go through all this trouble just to execute three failures? Do you honestly think so little of me and my capabilities? If I wanted you all dead, you would've been killed the next day you've been captured."

"Y- Yes ma'am..." His face was terrified and couldn't move.

"Good! Now we got that awkwardness out of the way!"

She quickly reaches at Dalek's throat startling him as she grabs tightly.

"Just hold still darling, it will hurt if you struggle hehehehe."

Loud sizzling can be heard under her grip and soon she let go as he clings to his throat to breathe again. The collar on his neck fell to the floor as its loud metal brace echoed the cell walls. He looks down and slowly grabs the collar in complete awe. He stares at her in disbelief, "But... but why?"

"I'll tell it once you're all together, follow me little one hehe."

She walks out the cell with her arms swayed out as she hums walking done the stone corridors. The three are directly behind her as dalek follows quickly. Banging can be heard as it becomes louder the closer they got. Ophelia can be seen hitting her head repeatedly, her forehead bleeding profusely. Grabbing the bar of the cell with her only hand while the other just resting to her side.

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"Ophelia!"

She stops and looks up to see Dalek with Frida and three others. Her extreme rage suddenly turned to horror. She stumbles back as she falls to the floor. The mouth brace still on her head does not move an inch. Only grunts and muffled sounds come out of Ophelia.

"Sister it's okay she's actually here to save us."

"Thaaaaaaaaat's right! How are you holding up! It looks like they're treating you like a savage animal. Tsk,tsk and you lost your sword arm too. I really like that arm..."

She grabs her own missing arm as she looks away in shame. Frida melts the lock, and her masked man grabs the cell door again. She stands over Ophelia and grabs her face without hesitation. Ophelia panics and sways her arm around in confusion. Loud sizzling is heard again as Ophelia muffled screams can be heard. Frida removes her hand, and the mask falls apart to the floor, clanging. Ophelia tries to catch her breathe but Frida quickly walks out the cell towards Dante's cell. Dalek makes a copy of himself and helps her up.

They reach to a wooden door as Frida kicks it down with no hesitation in her step. Dante hangs from his chains forcing him to stand.

" Oh my! They went all out with you hahahaha! How's it hanging my behemoth of a brute, get it! Hanging hahahaha!"

Dante doesn't respond, he only stares at her.

"Ah pooey, I still see you're such a sourpuss as always." She cast several purplish orbs around her as she swung her arm down throwing them at the base of the chains. The metals began to dissolve and snapped aggressively. The chains whipped closely to Frida but refused to move from the same spot. Dante collapsed to the floor as he tried to stand up and stretched. "Why did you release me. I thought we were martyrs."

"Yeah yeah I know, we still have one more person we need to rescue."

Dante was confused on what she was talking about. Suddenly he heard the other voices, "Brother Dante! I'm glad to see you! Can you help us a bit."

Dalek arrived with his clone as he was helping Ophelia. Dante with no hesitation walked toward her and help her up onto his shoulder. Ophelia smiled and held onto his shirt for support. Dalek dismissed his clone and jumped onto his back as well. These three were a lot closer than expect. Dante being a gentle giant to them, though only to them.

So who are we rescuing? It's only us three, the rest are just grunts."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Some family you all are. You're just going to leave your brother, your master, behind???"

"What?!" You mean...?"

"Yup! We're saving your dead brother! Praise me! Don't be shy hehehe."

They were all confused on what she meant but followed her outside, nonetheless. They were surprised to see the city on fire and wyverns flying the entire sky. The three masked men stood patiently, awaiting for their next order.

"You three, I need you to go around the city and find that red cape boy. Don't do anything just observe if you do. Oh and you can set fire to random things, kill who you gotta kill if they stand in your way okay? Toodles!"

The three slowly nodded without saying a word and suddenly they vanished as a gust a wind blew past them. Frida rolled her sleeve back and places her finger under her mask. A long high pitched whistle can be heard under her mask. A roar is heard in the distance and landed right in front of them was a wyvern, growling and snarling back at them as the force of wind from its landing nearly knocked them all back except for Frida.

"Listen up scaley. When we leave this area, I need you to burn this whole section on fire just try not to melt this stone building. Just make it very very difficult for anyone to reach here okay?"

The beast snarled and chomped its jaws much like an alligator would. Frida slapped the beast hard on the snout and scolded it.

"No! Bad boy! No biting mommy!"

The other three were immobilized by fear and confusion. Frida broke the silence and headed in the opposite direction of the wyvern. As they reached far enough away, the beast can be seen hovering over in place and releasing a barrage of flames all around the area Frida had directed. The reached to a building that represented almost like a modern day morgue building. They entered the empty building with papers and rolling tables everywhere. She looked at one of the drawers for the bodies and found the initials of CE.

"AH, there he is!"

She grabs the handle and pulls on it, breaking its lock and sliding the table out. There lies the body of Connerey, only being covered by a blanket with nothing on him. The only thing he has on was a star looking pendant around his neck. Though weeks have gone by, it seems he has not rotted away at all, perfectly preserved.

She turns his head to the side to expose the neck wound where he was stabbed.

"Hmm what a shame. This is your lucky break young man. Touma really likes you, but you're not getting off this easy with this failure." Her soft spoken voice was chilling to them. She pulls back her sleeve to show her hand and places it on top of the wound. The area glows in a dark purplish color. It spreads all the way up to his face and travels downward all throughout his body. Every vein in his body glows, lighting the room with the purplish glow. Frida stops and steps back looking over the corpse. The room was silent, only the screams and roars of the outside can be heard. GASPS, Connerey's face lit up wide open and he gasps for air, coughing, and dry heaving.

"Why hello sleeping princess! Did you enjoy your nap? You looked really peaceful sleeping I almost didn't want to wake you up."

Connerey is breathing extremely heavy, his eyes wide open still staring at the ceiling. The three siblings look at him with astounded faces. Ophelia looked as if she was about to cry.

"Where... where is... he..."

"Hm? Oh, what ever do you mean?" Frida leans over the table placing both hands under her chin looking at him.

"The kid... the damn kid... with the red... cape. I'll kill him... I'll kill him...!"

"Yes yes in do time. Normally all four of you would be charge and killed for your poor excuse of planning. But after recent events, it'll be a waste to kill you all while we have this nuisance, meddling in our business. AAAAAAAAND you four will need to testify on what you experience of this failure."

"Anything...I'll do anything... as long as I get to kill that boy with my own two hands. I'll gladly do anything you ask of me. Let me... kill him, LET ME KILL HIM..."

"hehehehehehehe, such a good dog, yes you are."

Frida pats his head like the puppy she thinks he is. The others don't say anything, they let her do as she pleases. She turns towards the group and gives them a cold statement.

"By order of the high seat, you all are charge with failure of protection of a high council member. Your punishment will be on hold for the time being. Do what you can to redeem yourselves of this astounding failure. For now, heheheheehehehehe let us enjoy this magical bonfire show and see what this nuisance can do."