Server Lost

『North West Tower』

"Killed your Cats?" Cassandra sucked on her teeth, not exactly asking for a reply. She was just reflecting on how her father had killed his Cats. "Were they house trained?"

Jack just looked over at her as if she had completely misunderstood him. "They were Cat folk who I had asked to cover the entrance of the Dungeon. Where your father had met me."

"Oh right... That was the offense." Cassandra pursed her lips seeing the face he was making at her. "I remember now."

"That lager definitely killed a few of your brain cells."

Nodding seeing that she finally caught up, Jack would turn his attention towards the tower, as he idly flipped through the pages of the journal. It was nice to see that this world, despite how deprived it seemed to be on the surface, still seemed to have a promising warmth of art.

"That's not very nice..." He'd hear her murmur under her breath as she was walking beside him. Watching each and every step that was to come and has come to pass. "I don't have perfect recall."

When he got around to the fifth or sixth page of the journal, he stuffed it into his inventory. His eyes wandering over the wall they were walking along.

"Perhaps one day you will have perfect recall..." He uttered as he looked over towards the girl. She was a talent he could use later on, even though right now she was purely a political tool.

One that he didn't want her father to use.

"I'm not picking up anymore Elves in the tower, or along the way there." Jack informed coldly and analytically as he took in his surroundings, just in time for the life detection spell to wear off.

"So is their gear up for grabs or..."

Jack tossed her the magical bow, "Their items are going to my party, the stuff is probably better than what they have now." Which was probably the truth. This was an elite group, they'd probably have better gear than a bunch of starter or beginner level items from the game.

"Eeeeeh?" Cassandra sounded disappointed, but hardly did she push much further. The last thing she wanted was to be sexually harassed again, or walloped over the head.

"Mind if we nap in the tower up ahead?" Jack asked rhetorically, not really caring if she minded.

Cassandra, sensing that this was a rhetorical question, just shrugged. "If it comes with cuddling," she picked up using sarcasm there, all witty like. She enjoyed it when he was cuddling her last night, that was clear as day.

Jack shrugged, he didn't mind cuddling. If anything it brought peace to mind. Though he could think of doing things, other things, to her. He was no innocent angel, if anything he could be considered the devil in disguise. Which ironically, the Devil was once an angel in mosts texts, though not in the ones that he's read.

In the books that his family read religiously, in their scriptures, there was no mention of a Devil. No mention of Lucifer, no mention of God's Son dying for the sins of man. Hell was nothing more than a giant washing machine for the soul. It would be Painful, it would burn, yet it had cleansed the soul.

The serpent was none other than the Grim Reaper. The Guide to that of Lost Souls.

Letting out a soft sigh, he turned his eyes to the sky as he had done plenty of times before. A blue sky was up above them. Something that was a rarity in the world he had come from.

It was hard to believe this was all so real every time he took a look at something so natural.

"Jack?"