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Aethenius Malik awoke to a haze of olive and beige. The colors of his stony chambers styled like a mini Savannah. A veil of white filled his eyes, smoggy gray swirled and licked at the iris until the pale fade washed over, revealing his baby blues. Now the flourished delicacy of plant and stone graced his waking eyes. He was home. His conscious returned from the haze as he found himself safe and far from his worst of nightmares.

It felt good to be back in Cruxhaven again.

... WAS he in Cruxhaven again?

There roamed an inviting earthy scent. The herbaceous aromas ran thick. Was it sage? Rosemary? Thyme? The conniving musk of a fiend-titty whore queen? Sweeter than sweet and at the same time soft and...mystically fascinating. His nose opened up and the tendril of scents heavenly tickled his nasal nerves, and his brain was teased and pricked in tiny pinches of genuine bliss. His muscles relaxed, melted as if, and it was then, quickly so, that he discovered Ricven relaxed patiently against his opened tower window.

Praise the idols of Jihovia... He thought with a hushed sigh.

A thick herb at the lips, Ricven overlooked the western expanse of Cruxhaven's infinite space of starry vividness. The silvery Fae spotted. Her shiny presence a radiant star lounging on a heavy vine leaf. Ricven's herb the culprit to Aethenius' at ease senses. That zesty scent was strong enough to wake the comatose right out of him.

He shot up like a bad dream either way; instantly solaced by Ricven's special herbs. And glad that this was far from a dream.

For if Belexia had her nasty claws tight on his groin again...

"Morning... If it is morning." Ricven said. His take on morning contrasted to the ever light of stars outside the window. Fae zipped her way to Aethenius, who sighed in relief. He wriggled his nose from the familiar pleasantries of Ricven's elven blunts, and the sight of a foolish Ricven and cheery Fae filled his soul with elated joy.

"Silly buffoon... You know time is irrelevant here," Aethenius said, smiled even. He told Ricven something he already knew.

Ricven puffed his herb all-smooth. "And your pantie-dropping accent is still strapping as ever. For a moment, I thought Lilith Supreme had you in bitch-speak." He stopped and mini-coughed a chortle. "Did you know that huzzie had teeth for tits?"

"Ugh... You've been on about that for the past THREE days!" Fae exhaled.

"You damn right! Those things were huge! H. U. G. E. HUGE!" said Ricven still amazed as he gestured his hands to mimic the mighty size of Belexia's demon boobs. "Some real casaba chompers right there. You can't just forget something like that overnight."

Fae groaned a heavy mutter. Ricven was just too much for her.

"What of the slaves?" Aethenius remembered as he stirred about. "Belexia had many under her control. I could hear their screams beneath the whips when I was there."

"They are here. Well, some. Those present chose permanent residency here in Cruxhaven," said Ricven between herb puffs. "Some suffered a terrible case homesickness. So, we gave them a remedy; sent them home. You don't have to worry about that ole tower of spurs and spunk, either," he smirked slick, "I sent that bristling bitch falling into its own fire pit."

"Thank you," said Aethenius more relieved. He finally sat up. Toes wiggling the rug's fluffy white fur. The effects of the herb spared him of fatigue, his willpower returning already. "Remember when I told you the conjunction between mages and the arcane dimension?"

"All that high logic talk of esoterics and mystics. Divinations. Devilry. The lines between good and evil. Yeah-yeah you've told me on repeat," Ricven took another drag of his herb. "Trying to tell me you was damn near the breach?"