Lady Lianna’s mansion looked out of place in the Underground city, having the appearance and feel of something that originally should be on the surface. She stood at the front door as the vehicle driven by her messenger cruised to a stop. Immediately, more men in black leather reached out and held the door open for Emily and Sylvester, bowing as they did so. She also gave a stiff bow herself. “I know it's a bit late and might not be what you want to hear, considering but still, welcome to the Aslan clan.” She said softly and Sylvester was surprised. Her voice was harmonious and graceful like a flowing spring. Not at all what he imagined it to be. Emily saw the look on his face and was irritated. She flat out ignored the greeting, driving her elbow none too gently into Sylvester's ribs. He choked on his own saliva at the unexpected attack to his ribcage, casting Emily a confused look as he struggled for breath. “What the actual fuck, babe?” he whispered at her. She responded

sylvester sent word to Otto and Gerald informing them he knew Viktor’s hideout. “So what now?” Emily asked Sylvester as soon as they got back home. Sylvester didn't respond immediately, rolling his thoughts around in his head, formulating a plan. He turned away from the window in his study and faced her. “I hunt him down.” The way he said it made cold sweat break out on her skin. She knew what he meant by hunt him down. All this while, Viktor had been the one doing the hunting, controlling the pieces but it was time for Sylvester to do the hunting. She walked up to her husband and gently placed a comforting hand on his cheek. “Please don't throw aside your humanity.” Sylvester closed his eyes and leaned into her touch, reveling in the sensation. His tone was soft when he spoke, almost like a whisper. “What are you talking about?” Emily wasn't sure if she answer honestly or not. She chose to answer honestly. “You are changing.” she said simply. Sylvester's eyes opened a

Confused whispers filled the training grounds as the ignorant ones tried to make sense of what he, their leader was trying to say while the guilty ones were shocked, surprised Sylvester already knew what was going on. Sylvester's sharp eyes picked out the guilty ones, taking not of their facial expression. He was shocked by the number though no one stepped forward. He smirked. I never expected it to be that easy, he thought to himself. He switched tactics. “It seems you don't want to so how about I up the stakes?” his gaze swept the training ground, covering every angle. “So here's the deal… should you step out voluntarily, I won't harm even a hair on your head but…” He let his voice trail off, so they would hang on his every word. “...But if I identify you myself and trust me, I will then get prepared to face my full wrath. I gave you your chance so I advice you to choose wisely.” The statement was made off handedly but no one doubted the genuity of his claim. One by

Over the next few days, Verity led Sylvester and Emily as well as Gerald and Otto to the various ‘safe houses’ she identified for them scattered all over the valley on the surface. “I know these places.” Sylvester commented after they visited quite a few of these so called safe houses and got turned down by those they approached. “As do I.” Gerald said as well. “These use to be parts of a clan settlement back then before the great war but they were overwhelmed and absorbed by other clans.” Sylvester nodded his head in agreement. He remembered that time all too well. Everyone had a fight they were fighting for, a ‘cause’ as they called it, each side believing they were on the right part and justifying their actions. “We need to get our people back.” he said after a while. “I wouldnt know how to face their fathers and grandfathers in the afterlife otherwise.” Emily held his cheeks with both hands. “Don't worry we will get them.” Emily voice sounded optimistic but Sylvester was

Emily walked into Sylvester’s dressing room and saw him attaching a fake beard to his chin and wearing a wig. She looked on transfixed. This was the first time she was seeing him on disguise. “Where are you off to?” she asked him curiously. The sound of her voice drew his attention and he twisted his upper body around to glance at her before turning back to the mirror to resume his task. “I have to step out for a bit. I might be gone for a while depending.” He informed her though he didn’t offer any details about where he was going to or why he needed a disguise. Emily’s ran of patience. “You are going to somewhere dangerous, aren’t you?” Sylvester was mute. Emily wasn’t giving up. “Syl, talk to me.” Sylvester caught her looking at him through the mirror and saw the concern and worry in her eyes. With his back still to her, he responded. “Jasper gave me the name and location of a merchant who might be able to give me some crucial information about the weapon Viktor has in his