"Everything is in place, M'Lady." A man clad in silver armor said as he remained crouched on one knee before a tall woman inside of her home, "Our agents in Rome are ready to strike at your command. The Pope is expecting your arrival in a fortnight's time, you will be greeted with open arms..."

"His sins are far too great..." The woman inside of the home said, her crystal blue eyes locked onto the soldier in the doorway. She stood nearly as tall as the door itself, though she was quite proportionate to her size. "He deserves everything that's coming to him... They all do."

"Of course... Your orders?" He replied, standing up from his crouch.

"Prepare the caravans to depart this town, the Roman Empire is probably already on their way to try and wipe us out. Send them east and get into your disguises, I want my sister with me as well when we enact our plan. It's time to cut the head off the snake who claims false divinity and show his people the true might of the Silver Dawn... Send word to our forces in Germany that they are to continue as scheduled, timing is critical if we are to secure our rule."

"Yes, General Irah. The will of God be done." The Lieutenant said as he brought his hand over to his chest in a salute. He turned and walked toward the camp on the far side of the small town they had captured for the moment, the people of the town willingly let them stay so that they would be spared.

Irah closed the door, smiling as she walked back into the home she had claimed for herself. Her long, pristine hair danced behind her as she turned... Other than her intimidating size, she looked like a model human being - she was strong and fit, agile and well toned in all the right places. She didn't have a single blemish on her face, in essence she seemed to be a human being too perfect to be true.

She didn't say anything as she made her way into a small room with a table and chairs. Her eyes drifted down to see something... Small, on the ground. It looked like a strange bit of blue leather, an odd color for an item on the floor of a home at random. That, and there was nothing such an object could have fallen off of. She walked over to it, crouching before the item to pick it up and examine it further. As she reached her right hand out to the item on the floor, she saw it for what it really ways.

A tiny human...

Her eyes narrowed as she saw his chest heaving in and out, a tiny arousal pointed up between his legs. The sight of him disgusted her as he lay naked on the floor, a lowly creature of supernatural origin that dared to enter her chambers without permission. Not only that, but by his very existence he was a sin - an evil lesser demon sent to spy or thwart her divine plans.

Mathew slowly stirred to life, coughing as he tried to clear what he thought was stomach acid from his throat. It was just his mind playing tricks on him though, after having been swallowed alive by Skylar he had experienced quite a lot. His tiny toes curled as pleasure resumed, biting his lower lip in a light moan. His little eyes opened once again, his heart pounding in his chest before he looked up to the giant woman before him...

"Wh.. Where am I?" Mat whimpered, noticing her narrowed eyes gazing down upon him.

He dug his heels into the floor a bit as she lifted her right foot over him, the sole of her leather sandal filling his gaze blocking her face out from view. She didn't say anything as the sole of her foot touched his front, pinning him down to the ground without care for his well-being. He wasn't exactly shocked by the immediate action, having gotten used to it over the years. However, Most people didn't look so angry or upset at his presence - it was usually an accident or sadistic curiosity.

She slid her foot to the left, rolling him onto his back so his face was pressed into the floor as she began to apply more pressure onto his tiny body. Mat held his breath to resist her but she was far to heavy for him, there was nothing he could do at this point to stop his fate. His tiny body didn't stand a chance, and it was almost as though she was savoring his death. He tried to keep the air in his lungs for a few seconds longer, but the pressure eventually became too much.

His lungs collapsed with a little 'Squeak' loud enough for her to hear it. It was high-pitched like that of a mouse. The moment the squeak came she pressed him down into the ground with a sickening crunch. The General shifted all of her weight onto him, her toes gripping the edge of her sandal as the crystals on each gave off an eerie glow. The glow was always constant, never changing...

Slowly she lifted her foot, his body sticking to the leather underside of her sandal as her narrow eyes looked to the top of it. He was dead, she knew it to be the case...

"Demon." She said callously. The woman reached over to a nearby table and snatched a small glass vial that was within reach. She brought the mouth of the vial to the underside of her sandal and slid it along Mat's body until his course fell inside. Demon's blood was a rare thing to come across, it was something she could potentially use against her enemy...

"He's back?" The Australian voice said in shock, the darkness still piercing Mat's little mind as his soul slipped into the stream once more.

"Nirvana's systems are picking him up again, I think he should meet the Avatar though." The Japanese voice replied, "You spoke with her, correct?"

"Of course... I wonder where it was though, I can't believe it fell off the grid entirely."

"You slipped up..."

"It wasn't my fault," The Australian voice protested, "It just vanished..."

"No, You called the Transient a 'He'." The Japanese voice laughed aloud as the red symbols began to pass by Mat's vision once more, tracing like lines of code as he drifted through the stream.

"Shut up..."