Yumara said nothing, she knew beyond a shadow of a doubt, that if Izzabelle completely died this death. Nothing could save her, nothing could bring her back. Every single part of Izzabelle in existence, spiritual, mental, physical, no matter where it was, when it was, why it was. Or how it was. It wouldn’t matter, who, what, when, where, why, nothing could stop the complete obliteration of every aspect of her being. There would be nothing left… not even a microscopic particle… Still she says nothing, Master is extremely powerful. Although there’s times when she sees him as being just as arrogant as Salkeen. Yet unlike Salkeen, Master had the power to back up his arrogance. “Master is right, I don’t think Orion will let Izzabelle truly die…”
She turns towards Salkeen, a let’s out a mocking laugh… “You poor, delusional, little man, you just keep right on telling yourself you are free, and one of these days it might even be true.” Yumara tsks and shakes her head with sadness. “Tell me Salkeen, was your brain always this badly damaged?” Yumara sarcastically asks with mock concern lacing her voice. As the fiery blasts of Hellish fel flames crash down on her. Yumara with a simple twist of her hand, creates a vortex of frigid magical water. That dances. twists and swirls around her, offering protection to every part of her. The magic water purifies and douses Salkeen’s raging flames. What little flames make it through Yumara easily extinguished without much of a thought… She gives Salkeen a rather exasperated look “are you even try…”
“Are you now… and you think I am not? You have no Idea why Master must have the control he does of me…” Yumara doesn’t strike back as Salkeen ends his fiery assault. She has no reason to actually fight him, He killed Izzabelle, she killed Reavrix. In Yumara’s eyes they were even. She would however protect herself from his attacks. “You lead armies because you were the best. If you don’t mind me asking… what happened. You lost two ships, got two of your minions killed, and you cannot even protect Jericha without signing a contract.” Yumara sighs as she speaks Jericha’s name. The way she feels for Jericha hasn’t changed in the slightest. Even though Jericha now despises her, she would never do anything that would make her unhappy. Jaseiah was needed, that’s all Yumara knew, that is why she sheltered her instead of destroying her like she had promised. Of course Jericha was never one to understand these types of things. Attacking Salkeen would upset Jericha, and that isn’t something she will do. She prepares to defend herself from Salkeen’s.
Yumara releases Masters robe and steps away from him. “No! I will not fight nor will I ever submit with respect to Salkeen. If after all you have seen me do, with what you know about me, you would say this.” Yumara moves further away from Isaik with each word she speaks. “I’m not just some pawn that you can put into play, to battle against your other pawns in some twisted game of power.” Yumara begins slowly burning away the tentacles within her. “I came back to you Master because I needed you to keep me in balance not destroy it.” Yumara suddenly experiences the feelings of hate despair and betrayal she had felt when Rogal had left her… then she remembers that she had wanted to transcend to leave this world and life behind her. Then she had become bound to Master, and that had changed… now however…
Yumara pulls out what resembles a small black puzzle box. Trapped within this box is Reavrix soul. “Of course you may have it Isaik, I have no need for it.” She tosses the Soul Prison to Isaik watching as he catches it with ease. A split second later her forest both here and aboard his vessel turn into dust, as do all the living twisted fey, and regular fey creatures she had created. With Orion choosing to remain away, the time had come to demolish these mortal bonds, while her guardian was playing dead. Through it all though she doesn’t drop her defensive stance. Just because she didn’t see the point in this… didn’t mean that the ever volatile Demon Lord didn’t.