Bahamut was at the Richimon Lake again. He didn't know why he always came here, he just did. He stuck his saw toothed glaive in the ground by the water, then watched the water warily. He hadn't swum in a long time, and didn't really feel like it now, either. He turns, then sits down on the ground, a few feet away from his glaive. His green scaledskin absorbed the light, and his clawed feet gripped the earth.

"Well, can't say a half-demon, or whatever you might be now given that it's been quite a while, is the first type of person I'd expect to see around a place like this," a somewhat dark voice called out, the source revealed to be a cloaked figure not too far away that apparently wasn't entirely there before, leaning back against a somewhat large rock in its shadow. Seemed Imythess had changed a fair amount since he'd been away...he certainly didn't remember this place, but it wasn't too much of a surprise, and he hadn't expected to see someone he even somewhat knew so soon after he began wandering around the place again.

He stands up, turning to the figure."That you, Lance? Haven't seen you in forever and a day, it seems. I'm part demon, part snake, actually. Mostly demon, though. How ya been?" He grins slightly. He had hardly recognized the voice, it had been a long time since he'd talked to Lance. But he had been busy, anyways.

Lance got up off the rockface, slipping down his mask and hood given that there was no real need for them at least at the time, and nodded slightly. "Well, least you seem to have conquered the demon self that was in you by now, though it wasn't much of a challenge for me to beat it back then anyway..." he responded himself, and chuckled softly. "But anyway, I haven't been too bad, just came back here to Imythess because I didn't really have anywhere else to go, and quite frankly the person that rarely accepts any help from anyone kind of needs some at this point, in a way."

"Really......And what do you need help with, might I ask?"He was slightly curious, but also bored, so he decided to talk to this other demon. Besides, it might help him out in the long run, or at least in the short one.

Lance shrugged slightly in response, not entirely sure how or if he should really say it. After a number of events, he'd since lost his path, and now wasn't at all sure which to return to...his most current path, or his former evil path. "Nothing particularly important, just something I have to find on my own, I suppose you could say," he responded, figuring that about summed it up aside from saying what it actually was.

He looks at the lake, then back at Lance. "Well, I wish ya good luck with that. Hope you find what your looking for." He smiles slightly, then looks around. "Hm..."He shrugs. He thought he ahd heard something, but it must've been his imagination.

Lance nodded slightly, removing his cloak and tossing it lightly to the side, seeing no real need for it at the moment given that nobody else seemed to be around, and the fact that Bahamut already knew full well what he was. Of course, currently his wings and tail were showing, given that he for the second time in his life was unable to hide them in this false form of his, but that didn't really matter...Bahamut had already seen them in their little fight, he was sure. "Anyway...mind if I ask why you no longer seem to be the god of fire? Kind of easy for me to sense that you're not, truthfully."