A Flawed System....

"So this is what happens..."

Necross was in the Sixth Heaven for a while doing his angelic duties and presiding over the "prisoners" in the Sixth Heaven. Honestly, he could care less about letting loose the fallen angels, but the balance would GREATLY upset the Mylania energy. So he took some time off from his position. Now it was time to see how Mylania fared. Starting with Shadow. Necross pulled out a book and a pen and began taking note and release energy informing Shadow of his position...

Shadow would walk around the forest path with a since of wonder. He was almost mesmerized by the deepening shadows and crevices the forest had. Following the all too familiar chakra signature, Shadow would find himself at a strange point. He could feel Necross near. His skin would crawl and the hair on the back of his neck would jump up.

"...Necross...long time no see..."

"Yea. Been taking care of my people up in the Holy City and whatnot. I've heard a little rumor, but I don't wanna jump to conclusions. Let me hear your side of the story.."

As Necross was still writing within the black book, a shadowily mist could be seen forming around the two of them. This was going to be a private session.

Shadow's eyes would haze up. They were almost foggy. Shadow would rub his eyes in annoyance. He would notice the haze around them and raise an eyebrow. The only thing that was running through his mind right now was that the old dog got some new tricks.

"..I like gossip too Necross. Enlighten me on what you have been hearing.."

When Shadow looked at Necross, his eyes were no longer hazy, they were normal once more. Damn age. Shadow was getting abit old for his childish shenanigans, but he didnt really know how or what to do.

"...where do you stand with the Inferno..? The Cididel is old and abandoned and I would like to use that space as my new recreational area. Expansion and what not."

Shadow found himself mimicking Necross. It was almost his nature to be a smartass. He would scratch the back of his head as he tried to peek over into Necross's notes. He was curious onto what he was writing. Most likely about him.

Necross was worried about Shadow peepsing in his book. After all, only Angel were able to real Angelic Script. Necross nibbled on his pen a bit processing what Shadow just said. So it seems like it was true. Shadow really was trying to take over. Ugh. Why is everyone's main agenda is world domination. Too many speices try that everywhere. Even old Lucifur.

"Well as for the Infero, I am allied with Slade. So you touch them, no hold bars against you, as people on Earth would stay. Don't go there. Horrible place.

As the Mist fully covered the area, close the book and spread his wings. His wing grew two more feet, now standing at eight feet long. He wasn't here to fight Shadow. Yet. He was here to convince Shaodw not to do it.

Shadow would rub the bridge of his nose and close his eyes. Of course he's allied with them, but how to you expect anything to get done if were all "friends"? Shadow would look up and raise an eyebrow at Necross's impressive wingspan. His hands would find their way into his deathly cloak and into his pockets. Shadow was the ruler of the underworld
now, and he needed an abandoned city. He would smirk.

"...look... Mylania is going to go nowhere if there's no war...er, domination occasionally.. Your buddy Alistair is nowhere to be found and is definitely not helping his Village. Neither is Voodoo.. what i plan to do is level the entire playing field and start a new..?"

Shadow wasn't looking for any form of permission. He had his plans and they were going to be fulfilled in his mind. He was insane. But only enough to enslave the entire population of Mylania. He would realize, he was technically the new Lucifer. And he liked the idea. Shadow would look towards Necross.