A weak light moved though the ancient cathedral as Aliced walked down the main hall, she was holding a burning candle, that was the weak light. Today Alice was in her true demonic form with the long dark hair, her dress this time was dark green to the color. The sorceress moved her gaze around as she walked and she could hear the sound from the undeads outside...but none of them could ever set foot inside of the building itself...a big difference with demons and undeads. Alice had no problem with being here.
She stopped when she arrived to the alter and she calmly sat down on it. She moved some of her hair in behind her ears and again moved her gaze around the chamber, but there was nothing of interest. "Boring, I really need something new....a new toy maybe?" she said to herself with a thoughtful look in her face. "I have not seen Erolam in ages and good demons are so hard to find these days."

She looked at her hand for a moment. "I could summon Lucifer, he is a great bodyguard, but he is not very passionate in other areas" she grinned slightly as she said this and then she shook her head. "Let me see if I can summon anything from the things I founds when I was in that mansion with the hafling." she picked out a few things and began to examine them for a few minutes until she noticed a small pendant that looked nice. Alice smiled and held the pendant so that the light was reflecting though it´s crystal surface. "Hmmm....this is a rare crystal in this world but very common in the abyss, I think this will do just fine for what I have in mind" she jumped down from the alter with a slight giggle and then she threw the pendant across the room, as it was flying she raised her hands and said something with a dark suddenly demonic voice. The pendant stopped floating in the air for a few seconds and then it began to glow with a strange green light. Alice stood there and chanted for a few minutes until she was done, then she lowered her hands and smiled. "The end" she whispered and then there was a flash of light and the summoning was done.

Nicodemus floated in the darkness of the abyss calmly, body slowly but noticeably changing to better suit the fears of those whose souls he’d devoured. He heard words being spoken, word of the abyss, a sort of guttural sound, but with a beautiful tone. He frowned a little, feeling the gentle pull of the summons.

Time was a slippery thing in the abyss, passing much quicker and slower than the material plane in bursts, changes in speed. His body had grown, matured, and morphed to better suit the fears of the souls he’d devoured during his stay in the abyss. He was noticeably stronger now. His mouth, previously a tear in his face, was now lipless, replaced by short finger-like appendages, eight on both the upper and lower sections of his mouth. His eyes glowed from the inside now, no longer floating in midair. His eye sockets were empty, skin that was stretched over gone. His mouth was empty as well, head seeming hollow, inhabited by what appeared to be wisps of smoke.

Nicodemus felt the pull become a jerk as he was yanked into the material plane. Opening his eyes, he saw he was in a cathedral. He wore a cloak of darkness, covered in a flowing shadow so thick it seemed solid. Thin wisps of shadow drifted away from him, disintegrating as they went farther.

Nicodemus looked ahead, glowing yellow sockets peering from inside the cloak, the only visible part of him. Nicodemus looked over the woman curiously. She seemed to hold a certain perfection, not a single visible flaw in her appearance. Her eyes were golden as well. Erinyes? He frowned, no longer as angry as he was, but curious.

The demon stood from his crouching position. “For what reason do you summon me, erinyes?” he demanded, letting the cloak of shifting shadows drift away and fade, revealing himself to her. The noose about his neck seemed bonded with him now, flesh beginning to grow over it.

Alice took a few seconds to examine what she had summoned with her magic. She tilted her head to the left and then she calmly walked over to him, her eyes scanned him as she was walking. "Well, boredom mostly" Alice replied as she was walking and she stopped when she was only a few inches away from him, she moved some of her hair away from her face. She then lent against a bench and placed her arms crossed over her chest. "Since you seem familiar with my kind you would know we hate to be bored for very long" she laughed slightly, he was stong, but she also knew that she summoned him here and could undo that very easily if she wanted to, he was hers to control. "So care to share your name my demonic brother?" she asked him.

This was going to be interesting, she needed an ally with Erolam away and all. She knew that it was always nice for a demon to get out into the real world a little now and then to do some damage and then go back to the abyss...it was the same for her to.

Nicodemus eyed her warily, knowing well her kind. “Nicodemus.” He said, voice echoing in the empty cathedral. He watched her. She appeared to be a sort of careless type, perhaps just the woman he needed. “And I believe you can help me.” He smiled a little, now an even eerier sight than before.

“I’ll do as you ask, but with a price.” He smiled. “That you let me back onto the material plane.” He chuckled a little, sound now seeming to echo inside him. “I used to be able to walk freely. But I was… inconvenienced.” He growled, skin around his empty sockets tightening.

Nicodemus watched her curiously, a low, quiet chant coming with each of his breaths. He waved a hand at her slowly, sending an emotion spell, one of terror, at the infused. He frowned and sniffed once, looking at her with a frown. “You do not smell like a full blooded erinyes…” He said in a low, dark voice.

Nicodemus watched her to see if his spell had any effect. If he scared her into doing something stupid, he could use any demand, any order, and twist it to mean whatever he wished. Frightened people often made mistakes.

Alice looked at him, her eyes moved around the chamber and she listened to his words. "Nicodemus is it? What a pretty name" she commented, a smile appeared on her face as he said she could use her help, it turned into a grin when he said what he wanted. "You where banished where you not? I thought so since it was easy to pull you out." she stood up and stretched her back slightly. She followed him with her eyes as he did his magic, at first one could see that she was afraid, but then something happened and there was a sudden flash in her eyes. "Emotional" she said and laughed. "My I fear you very much at the moment, but then I am what I am and emotions is my strong point, I love fear even if it is I who are fearing something." she moved some hair in behind her ears. The spell worked but as a surprise it had a very different effect on Alice, her elven side was very afraid, but her demonic side was not at all.

Alice grinned and shook her head. "Your powers of observation serves you well Nicodemus, I am a little elf and a little demon. But I assure you that my powers are not weaker just because I happen to be stuck inside of the body of an elf" She thought for a moment and calmly placed one hand on her cheek as she was thinking. [color=green]"So you need my help to be free, how nice but I have to say I am still bored and I see nothing in this for me if you are to be free. What do I get from it?" she tilted her head slightly to the side as she said this, still with a hand on her cheek.

Nicodemus frowned at her. “I’m sure they are not.” He spoke with an amused voice now, She did not see to order him about like usual, at least not yet. So far she was simply conversing with him. He smiled at her.

“Well, that all depends.” He said with a wicked gleam in his ghostly eyes. “What do you want from me?” He chuckled at her. “If it is in my power, I shall do it as long as you keep on your end of the bargain.” He watched her carefully.

Carelessly, he tossed a spark, a line of light, at a broken pew nearby. It ignited a second later, bursting into magical flames. The room was sufficiently lit now, he cast his gaze upon the woman.

Alice thought about his question for a moment before she replied. "Well there is a little something I had in mind" she said calmly and moved one hand though her hair as she was talking. "A little mission I want you to do, when you have done this I will set you free from the spell and then you free as a bird on a summer day" she grinned slightly as she said this, she followed his spark with her eyes and calmly raised an eyebrow when it began to burn. Her eyes turned back to Nicodemus, she tilted her head slightly to the side as she examined him.

"There is a person I want you to remove from the world of the living, and by that I`m not talking about some other dimension, I want him dead, dead and let me see....dead." she examined her hand for a moment and then she looked at him again. "I´m sure you would not have a problem doing this? Because I might find something else for you to do that is a little more...quick, might even free you this day, who knows." she laughed as she said this.

A wicked grin found its way onto Nicodemus' face. She wanted someone dead. How much simpler could it be? He chuckled at her statement. “Don't worry, Lady.” He said, meaning for the word lady to be respectful rather than informal. “Everyone dead at my hands never gets the chance to see the other side.” He said with a chuckle. All the excitement of being freed allowed his concentration to slip. His form lost color and sharpness, returning to his most preferred form, a stretched looking humanoid that was highly featureless, made of the very substance that made up the River Styx. He was made of souls.

As his physical body had been destroyed completely, He had lost the container in which all the souls he fed upon were placed. No longer one being, Nicodemus was a collective of souls, all their thinking and minds twisted to that of the host spirit, nicodemus. Nicodemus, in his abysmal form, was simply a small mass of the grey/black soul substance, the rest of himself scattered about the smal area where he was located. With concentration, he could pull the souls back together into one form, usually this. It was simple and easy to keep hold of.

Nicodemus bowed. “Who do you wish dead?” He asked simply, voice no longer a growl. It now seemed a chorus, many voices speaking in perfect unison.