The moment the messenger had finished speaking, both angels propelled themselves high into the sky, causing small craters where they once stood and shot towards the south and an incredible speed, leaving all the soldiers speechless as they watched in awe and admiration.

Deciding they had wasted enough time,  the young lord of the city, David Centras snapped them from their daze and pointed at a young soldier. "Collect the demons belongings and send them to the Lords Armoury for inspection. The rest of you follow me, we can't let the angels get all the glory."

As David and the soldiers marched down the street and out of sight, the young soldier grabbed all of Mor's belongings, including Morrigan and ran towards the centre of the city, where a massive fortress towered above its surroundings stood.

The once chaotic street turned silent, the only thing that could be heard was an extremely quiet, almost inaudible groan that emanated from the drainage hole.

Twenty meters below the street, laying in two-foot high sewage with his head barely above the water was a completely naked Mors. Breathing heavily with his eyes closed, he gritted his teeth as pain wracked his body. -"I am never, ever, doing that again."

As the verdict was read out, Mors felt the warm, tingling sensation flow over his body, indicating that he had acquired a new skill or ability. At the same time, a crazy idea entered his mind. Realising he had no over options, Mors decided to give it a shot and forced his body to disintegrate into dark energy, willing it towards the sewer below.

Although painful, deconstructing his body was the easy bit. Rebuilding his body cell by cell had been the most painful experience in his entire existence, and that was saying a lot.

Not only was it incredibly painful, but he also had to complete it in about thirty seconds or so, or else he wouldn't have enough energy to complete the process and would have ended up as sludge.

The moment he had reformed his body, he used every last ounce of mana and the majority of his energy to create a semi-intelligent dark misty that shot away into the darkness, carrying his aura and hopefully drawing them away.

He was pretty sure it should get a fair distance from the city before running out of energy and dissolving, causing them to search that area thinking he had gone to ground to recover from his injuries, significantly reducing the chances that they would seriously search the sewers.

Using these high-level skills had turned his body into a husk of his former self, losing most of his muscles, hair and even nails. He had even purposefully stopped himself regenerating his horns to save precious energy, His tail, eyes, teeth and vital organs were the only things that were fully restored.

Although it wasn't vital,  Mors loved his tail and considered it to be part of his identity, something he would rather die than lose.

The moment he sent the dark mist away, he spotted a cracked transmission crystal embedded into the wall and came up with a plan to help them discover it.

Mors used the last of his remaining strength to taunt the Angels, enraging them to the point where they were more likely to fall for this ruse and blindly give chase without thinking too much.  -"People who want, or fear to believe in something are so easy to trick."

Hearing the commotion above, he was pretty sure it had worked however he still felt like he was waiting around for his death as they could just send a single guy down and that would be the end of him. -"I think a mouse could kill me at the moment..."

Completely exhausted, Mors made sure his head wouldn't fall into the sewage before allowing himself to pass out, praying that it would be the abyss that greeted him.

==== Two days later ====

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Mors had managed to absorb a small amount of mana and, after spending a tiny bit to disable his sense of smell, had begun circulating it around his body, rebuilding the muscles and energy he had lost, however, he could still barely move. -"Nine hundred and ninety-nine, shits down the well, nine hundred and ninety-nine shits, flush it down, past it around, nine hundred... and nine...nine...... I want to kill myself... death by shit would be a first."

==== Four days later ====

On the fourth day, with a figure that looked more like a skeleton than a man, Mors finally had enough strength to move.

Staggering through the darkness, he used his hands to feel his way around,  hoping to find an exit. -"I need to find my friends and get out of this sh... yeah... maybe get out of the shit hole first, then find my friends."

Mors had tried to use his hunter's vision a couple of times to see, however, as it only displayed living creatures it was pretty useless. He still tried every now and again thinking that he might be able to catch a nice, juicy rat but he had no luck. Either the rats were smart enough to avoid him or the city employed some method of keeping them out.

Having nothing better to do while he trudged through the filth, Mors' mind started wandering, and he began comparing this world with his own. -"Come to think of it, I haven't heard of any natural plagues or contagious diseases... I wonder if it's due to magic targeting the cause, or because it has increased the living standards that they don't have a chance to get a foothold?... are there STD's?"

After wandering around the catacomb-like sewers for what seemed like days, Mors' finally snapped and punched a wall, nearly causing a cave in.

Surprised by this, Mors hit the palm of his other hand as hard as he could, causing a loud smack to resonate outwards and the resulting shockwave to temporarily pushed the water surrounding him away. -"Even in a state like this and I can dish out this amount of force... I wonder if I have become ranked up into a Duke or if this has something to do with me rebuilding my body?"

Mors had a sudden realisation causing him to smile. -"All the injuries I suffered from the bandits are gone... if I weren't completely exhausted and had access to some decent food, I would be able to recover my strength in a matter of days."

During his second day of exploration, Mors spotted a faint light up ahead and rushed towards it, splashing all manner of filth over him, not that it mattered because he was already covered from head to toe.

Mors reached the opening and let out a maniacal laughter as he realised it was large enough to fit into and gradually rose upwards. -"Freeddddooooomm!"

Suddenly he stopped laughing and smashed his head into the wall. -"What if I have been searching at night and sleeping during the day, I might have past hundreds of these damn things."

Refusing to dwell on it, as really he had no way of telling the time of day anyway. Mors lifted his body into the pipe, pushing against the sides to give himself leverage and began his arduous ascent, stopping every couple of minutes to regain his breath.

One one of his many breaks, Mors started chuckling. -"I hope this isn't some sort of giants toilet... that would be really unfortunate."

As he got closer to the surface, the semi-circle of light gained black, vertical steaks, evenly spaced causing a defeated smile to surface. -"I guess its bared... If they are weak, I will break through, if not I will savour the sunlight for a few hours before finding another exit."

After what seemed an eternity, Mors reached out his hand and grabbed hold of the bars, hauling himself up and pressing his face against them and sucked in a large mouthful of air.

Although the day was overcast, the light still stung Mors' eyes, causing him to blink a few times to focus.

When he was able to see again, Mors noted that he was in what appeared to be a vertical drain at the side of a large market square or muster yard and spotted a large crowd of people celebrating something. Feeling somewhat jovial at his survival and seeing the sky again, Mors mentally joined in. -"YES! Celebrate the emergence of the shit demon! He has returned!"

Mors' mood was short-lived as it immediately evaporated when a group of kids run past, chatting excitedly.

"Quick, they said that as our quarter caught it, we can eat it and sell the skin and claws as souvenirs." Shouted a boy.

A young girl replied merrily. "I hear dire wolf meat is to die for, so tender and juicy! Shame it was so small. I bet there is none left by the time we get there."

The first boy laughed. "Haha yeah, I think we are going to stuff the head and hang it over the old man's tavern when we take it down. Now hurry up we don't want to be late."

Mors' gaze was drawn to a large pole in the middle of the square, stuck to the top, was ahead he knew all too well. "Runt..."

Mors' face was expressionless as a single tear of blood ran down his face. Slowly lowering himself back down the hole, he continued to stare at the head of his first true friend and companion until it finally was out of sight, only now realising how much she meant to him.