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He shouldn't have let her go, he shouldn't have listened to her words, but he had. And here he was awaiting an audience with Lord Amos, one of the other Archdemons, but one of the few he really respected and doubt now filled his mind as he waited to question the man on the things he now knew.

Even with the doubt part of him still felt Amos was the only other of his peers he could trust. He was prepared for anger to come his way for letting her go.

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Amos was sitting in his office, his feet on the dark ebony desk, his fingers intertwined as he made Kasdeya wait. Even though he already knew the younger Archdemon had failed, he couldn't seem too eager to hear about the Queen. It was strange how she had somehow regained her soul at Michael's hands. Michael was always getting in his way when it came to her. How the Archangel had even managed to undo what he had once done was beyond him. But now he found himself protective of the soul that he shattered.

After perhaps thirty minutes, he removed his feet from the desk and reached out to touch his comm, telling his secretary to tell Kasdeya that he was ready to see him.

Kasdeya was not looking forward to this meeting and having to wait the half hour did little to improve his iritation. Luckily for everyone involved, he rarely let that temper of his slip around the archdemon he respected. Taking a breath before walking through, a bow of his head given. Amos deserved respect, nothing would change that.

"I am sure you know of my failure already." He started before the door was shut, he didn't take a seat he stood across from Amos on the other side of the desk. "But, she is alive."

"I do."

Amos raised a brow, reading his fellow's state of being. Kasdeya was angry, but respectful as always, something that Amos appreciated.

""I am not disappointed in you, she is a powerful opponent," he replied, leaning back and intertwining his fingers once again, looking quite thoughtful. "Perhaps I asked too much of you, I am sorry."

It was never his style to just project his irritation when around Amos. Not when he respected him as much as he does. He can rage when he gets home.

"Something, I overlooked when I faced her." Her strength that is. "I would not say it was too much. At least I have returned with information if it is of use to you and questions. I plan to seek her out again. I know I can find her."

Amos did not answer right away, easily hiding any concerns he felt behind simple curiosity. "Information," he said, no emotion in his eyes, "And questions."

He wondered what made Kasdeya so confident that he could find the Queen again, and if it meant that others could find her too.

"It might seem out of line, but after dealing with the woman once, well. She leaves an impression." He finally takes a seat, keeping as proper as possible.

"She was not easy to find." he spoke as if he could hear the thought, which he can't it just seemed important to say. "But, I know I will be able to now that I already have once. My first question, why was I not told she had a soul?"

Amos considered this question for a moment, not necessarily disturbed that Kasdeya believed he could find Valdis again, but that she seemed to have left an odd impression on the archdemon.

"I apologize for that oversight," He replied finally, "I assumed all the Archdemons knew. Her possession of a soul gives us a chance to reclaim control of the Hounds, there was a lengthy meeting on it and I thought I saw you there."

But then again, he had been making his own plans and not really paying attention to who had been there and who hadn't.

"I must have let it slip my mind." In short, he likely didn't pay attention. He had a bad habit of ignoring things he didn't give a damn about. He was only doing this because he respected Amos. They both know he's not about to talk to the other Archdemons about anything Amos asks him to do. Even if its sketchy.

"She can't be killed either, can she?" His next question posed.

Kasdeya's second question was of more interest, it was something that only he knew with any certainty and though he hadn't shared it with any of the other archdemons, Amos knew that Kasdeya wouldn't tell anyone.

"That is not entirely true," Amos replied. "Hounds can be killed, it is just very difficult to do so." Almost impossible really. "But we don't necessarily want her permanently dead. She is simply easier to move if in a state of death."

They were both lucky that he was loyal to the other, because he certainly would never breath a word of this meeting.

He nodded listening and taking it in. "I see. Alright, I am going to ask one more question and I would like your thoughts, not what is expected to be said. What do you want me to do with her, kill her or bring her to you alive?"

It was rather bold of Kasdeya to ask such a thing, yet it was also amusing and pleasing. It meant that he had Kasdeya's loyalty above the rest of the demons.

"I would prefer her alive," Amos replied, "But that is likely impossible, she is too strong to simply drag here against her will." He stopped to think for a moment, "However, a holy weapon will keep her down long enough for you to bring her here."

It would be immensely painful for the Queen, and he regretted that, but he needed to get a hold of her before any of the other Archdemons.

There was little doubting that in Kasdeya he knew he would do what he must for Amos in the secrecy it demanded, but fuck the other archdemons. They could choke for all he cared.

"..." He had the same thought cross his mind of worry that it might cause her a terrible pain but he shook his head some. "Alright then, show me the weapon and I will head back out once nightfall hits. Less humans to work through." He'd only use such a weapon as a last resort.

Amos smiled and rotated in the swivel chair, opening a drawer and withdrawing a small firearm. Then he turned back and held it out for Kasdeya to take.

"The gun is of human make, but the bullets have been blessed by a priest." They had been quite difficult to get a hold of, but Amos had many resources at his disposal. "I sense your hesitation," he said, "You cannot afford such weakness when you face the Queen of Hounds. You must remember that beneath that beautiful smile lies a great and terrible power. A power that we must control."

It was just as much a reminder for himself as it was for his ally.

"Duly noted, my lord." He took the weapon. He hated human made things, but well, what else would he do. Nodding at the warning he stood now.

"I may need some time to track her again but I will let you know if the delay is too great. Thank you for your time."

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