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Hana flinches as the fey dimension presses harder against the rest once more, trying to press the other worlds out of alignment. They're angry, and she can feel them calling for her power, demanding her strength, commanding her loyalty. The fey are vengeful creatures but Hana has been so disconnected for so long that she doesn't care.

Hana brushes it off and they retreat from her. She wonders if anyone else can feel this - if anyone else is listening. It's daunting, the all encompassing weight, but so few are connected enough to the ambient power to feel it.

"Hana, is everything okay?" Kyoko wonders. "If you miss them so much we can always find them again, so don't be concerned."

"It's not..." Hana begins, but decides that Kyoko shouldn't worry about such things. "Never mind, just - I think you should stay with me for a while."

Kyoko starts to reply but an angelic transport opens off to the side, pouring blinding light and toxic radiation into the surroundings.

"Brothers!" Kyoko cries happily, opening her arms and accepting two (extremely) intense hugs from the angels who practically gallop out of the glowing portal.

Hana rolls her eyes, still unable to understand how Kyoko could- no, never mind. The woman could love anyone, she's just that wholesome. Even the human looked stunned in the angel's presence.

"Kyoko! It's extremely good to see you well!" Ryohei says in his usual level of noise, which translates to something like a steam train rushing towards you at full speed after a demon picked it up and hurled it.

Kyoko doesn't even flinch.

Hana cuts in before Knuckle can speak because no, that brother is even louder and Hana does not want her ears to bleed. "Did you two get a message from me at all?"

"An ultimate message?!" Knuckle wonders. "No, we haven't gotten one yet! Was there something you needed?!"

"Nothing," the fey mutters. "Though I would like it if you could speak in something other than exclamation points."

Haru pokes Hana with a blade of grass to berate her but the forest is also laughing with rustling trees and bright flowers that turn to face the small gathering of Otherside creatures.

"I don't know what you ultimately mean!" Knuckle says with a furrow to his brow.

Ryohei flails with purpose (maybe a boxing move, but Hana doesn't care enough to ask for clarification) and turns back to Kyoko. "You need to come back to Heaven! There's an extremely dangerous person running around!"

"Person?" Kyoko wonders with an adorable tilt of her head. "What kind?"

The two brothers share a look and all Ryohei can claim is, "We're not extremely sure!"

Hana wants to say, so badly, 'is he about this high, black hair, keeps an Alpha dragon as a pet?' but that would ruin the fun of having a mystery. She's heard the rumours of course, despite her tendency for isolation.

She felt the fey barrier shake and scream with MUkurO. She saw snippets of the kitsune in his forest. She breathed the changed air when the fallen fled. She laughed when a vision came to her mind, telling of a human with wings of metal.

Hana is a fey. She lives for the mischief and chaos.

"What have they done?" Kyoko questions.

"They're pulling in the strongest!" Ryohei explains. "They've been extremely challenging the Alphas and winning! Maybe raising an army!"

Knuckle nods seriously. "Giotto has been getting reports to the ultimate about them bringing in the mannequins, of all creatures!"

Kyoko sucks in a frightened gasp and Hana feels a sense of smugness when the angel shrinks back to the fey for instinctual protection instead of the brothers. Then Hana realises exactly what was said.

"Mannequins?" the fey blurts out.

Hana is linked to millions of forests and fields around the globe but those horrifying creatures are entirely unnatural. They're a blind spot in her sight, invisible unless they're standing in front of her, and by then it would be far too late to run.

"That must be a false sighting," Hana continues. "There are no more mannequins. They were destroyed by - by Reborn after that supernatural town was slaughtered. There's no way any of them escaped that demon."

...

"I make mistakes," Reborn says casually and takes a sip of his espresso, completely unmindful of Lal's glare as he rests a hip against the kitchen bench.

The room is painted in shades of red as the constant firestorms of Hell pour light through the huge windows, the only source of brightness and heat that Hell has.

"You deliberately left some alive," Lal deadpans.

"I deliberately left some alive," Reborn admits in amusement. "To be fair, I did kill most of them a couple years ago, but a few were kind of cute in that 'soulless mass murdering machine' kind of way so I decided to leave them be."

The woman glares harder but refrains from attempting to turn Reborn to stone, her arms crossed and feet planted as the snakes in her hair hiss in anger.

It would be a cold day in Heaven when Reborn decides to be anything close to co-operative. He just smirks, his black eyes showing nothing but emptiness even as the rest of him is animated.

Lal sometimes wonders if Reborn is a mannequin. He's certainly a strange demon, a complete unknown before he simply showed up one day and settled into the Arcobaleno mansion right at the edge of Hell.

He could be the Alpha if he truly wanted to, but it's infuriating because he doesn't. Reborn doesn't seem to want anything except his damn coffee and his damn lizard, prone to just disappearing when something catches his fancy.

"I could lie if you really wanted?" Reborn offers with a chuckle. "Some more ignorance might just help the situation. Here, ask me the question again and I'll tell you that everything will be perfectly fine."

Lal lets out a frustrated breath and spins on a heel, stomping out of the kitchen with intent to find Colonnello.

Hayato and Lambo reported that the one causing all the chaos could possibly be a human, and that unfortunately coincides with other spies and information already gathered. Lal was fine if it was just a creature; that they could deal with.

However, the thought of a another Fon -or even an Alaude- running around is worrisome. She needs to find out if it is a Hibari and then she'll track down Fon and get him to sway the new interest.

"He's on the roof," Reborn calls after the retreating gorgon, a mocking edge to his tone.

"I didn't ask for your help!" Lal barks, her blue hair-snakes hissing along with her words, but she does turn around and head for the roof.

...

"I only speak with Mammon," Xanxus says before Lal or Colonnello have the chance to speak. The Alpha fallen is relaxed in his throne, feet kicked up and a wine glass in hand.

Lal frowns in annoyance. "Shall I put on a cape? Will that make you more comfortable?"

"It'll certainly save us from looking at your ugly face," Fran says flatly.

Lal slides a glance to the hydra, the man currently in the process of absorbing his extra head so there are three eyes, a wide mouth and an obvious dent in the crown of his head. There's disturbing, and then about seven steps above that is Fran.

The demon decides to simply ignore the man and turns back to Xanxus. "You've had dealings with the creature."

Xanxus glares, silent. He's already told them his negotiation price.

Colonnello pulls the water from the air without a hint of effort, shaping it into a large sphere around the fallen as a blatant threat – to drown, to trap, to show control. The nickar demon raises an eyebrow at the Alpha fallen, demanding an explanation.

"Leave it," Lal dismisses. "If he doesn't want to talk then we shouldn't bother. Mammon gets twitchy when we touch the fallen pets."

Colonnello frowns but drops his command over the water and Xanxus's clothes gets instantly soaked. His wine glass overfills from the sudden influx of liquid poured into it, the dark red drink splashing onto the floor.

The two Arcobaleno then disappear through a portal, intent on interviewing anyone who came into contact with the creature that's causing so much dissonance within the Otherside. The demon transport leaves splotches of tar burning into the floor and a smoke that's choking with how much it smells like sulfur.

"Boss," Levi murmurs in a worried voice, leaning back from the pressure that slowly gets heavier.

It's barely a smidgen of Xanxus's true power, barely half of what he showed Mukuro, but enough to make the Varia concerned.

Xanxus cuts off his power with a sharp abruptness that leaves the room almost too empty, and tosses the glass over his shoulder where it shatters upon contact with the wall. "Get me another one."

The Varia trip over themselves to oblige.

Honestly, Xanxus's control is impeccable if he's angry, but it actually slipped from amusement. The demons, along with most of the Otherside, still think it's a creature causing havoc. They see human, they get told it's a human, but they don't quite understand that Kyouya is fully human.

Literally, Xanxus can just do a simple scrying spell and the little boy will have nowhere to hide – there is nothing that protects full humans. Has no one thought of this? Xanxus has checked his theory, he can very clearly see Kyouya.

Creature blood is the catalyst that stops scrying, since protective spells can link to Otherside people and feed off the innate power they have. Harmful, helpful or preventive spells just fall off humans, it can't stick because if a spell isn't linked to some kind of power source then it fades quickly and has to be constantly replaced.

This is simply for spells, of course, because there are many ways around the issue of humanity if you get deep enough into the subject. For example, you can attach an enchantment to an object and have the human wear it, that way the caster fuels the protection or the natural energy of the dimension does. There's also wards which can be hooked into ley lines for energy, but those are stationary.

So there are ways past the difficulty, but you can never put a permanent spell on a human directly unless you have some incredible power, centuries of time, and a whole lot of knowledge.

Oh, sure, a lot of very powerful people are protecting him, but nothing can link properly and that leaves gaps. Xanxus can throw out a continuous scrying call, wait until the protective spells slide off the human or the enchanted object is removed from Kyouya's person, and he has a location.

It only takes a minuscule amount of time for the scrying to find someone and while the protectors are good at bridging gaps, they can't predict the faltering of the preventive spells which tend to vary in length to a truly ridiculous degree.

At this point, Xanxus is just waiting for the right time to introduce himself to Kyouya.