"Thank you." She sighed. "Listen... the thing with my dad... that apparition... can we just keep that between us?
"Thank you." She stood quietly for a minute, waiting for the magic to work. Finally, growing bored, she decided to attempt conversation. "So... how are things? How's Raven?"
"Alive. Upset over this whole thing, but she's been getting by through distractions and the knowledge that you were to get better. And some destruction; you should ask her about a china shop."
"China shop... Blue Willow? Dude, that freaking awesome. How's everypony else? Nopony else got hurt, right?"
Mat sighs, "Whatever it is, it's going to get him killed, I think." Van had taken a small glance at the closed room door before burying his head under the pillow, just blank staring at the mattress.
"Silver stabbed him with a special sword," Dusty replied. "It sapped his power, and I guess he bled out after that." Maya shrugged. "I'm sure he'll be fine."
Violia sat for a while, quite while other ponies talked. She soon detected on a underworld messenger appearing. The messenger arrived from the shadows of the bar and made itself visible to Violia. Most cannot see underworld messengers outside those with strong magic gifts. The messenger seemed to speak about something, but it was in a ancient language. Violia nods and places her bits on the table before heading off. "A tip for the bartender." She says before she and the messenger leave.
Mat shrugs, "Whatever you say. But somepony like that... It's weird... I mean, he couldn't have been like that since birth, you know?"
Violia stood outside the bar and she looked to be meditating at first as she stood there. Soon her underworld armor appeared on her body. Her body fur seemed to have a darker tinge in it as well. Her pink eyes glowed bright and seem emit a lifeless unholyness to them similar to her dark aura. She short after opened a portal with her magic and stepped in. The sounds of the portal were like lava and fire sizzling as it hit land, along with the many voices of the dead. The portal faded away after she entered.
Azrael had been eyeing the messenger the whole time. After a while, he shook his head. "Dangerous game she's playing."
She sighed. "I should have known." A few more minutes passed. "I'm starting to feel... different. More in control. I think it worked."
Berrilyn sat next to him and shrugged. "is it any more dangerous than being the security at a bar that attracts beings as powerful as those that come to this one?"
"Depends on the day," Azrael replied. "Some days I just have to toss out a whiny, royal brat." "I can leave here whenever," said Dusty. "We can test your sanity in the real world."
"No, no." Azrael chuckled. "Some twit claiming to be Celestia's daughter. She started slamming her head on things, so I made the thing leave."
