Hell To Pay | Job | Aedre & Alexander

The Torrent God must have sighed in disbelief at the realization that he had unknowingly raised a complete mess of a pupil. Honestly speaking, Aedre seemed to lack even a tiny portion of what one could deem a rational state of mind. In her case, such a concept didn't exist at this point. To any possible witnesses to these events, Aedre might have looked as suicidal as Alexander just did.
As she moved forth, into the dark tunnel-like opening on the other end, the white-haired woman's mind was busy articulating the reasons for her job partner's strange step. It was indeed obvious that Poseidon had something do with it, but how exactly would perhaps remain an eternal mystery. The Slayer didn't have any idea whatsoever on the workings or the powers in the hands of these so called Gods.
However, there was one fact that stopped her from being bothered too much about this ordeal- that Alexander was the Flame Demon Slayer. It was only a few minutes ago that she came upon this realization and it certainly did life a spot of worry from her mind. Yes, she was supposed to kill him in the first place. Yet, she had ended up making a deal with him and Aedre was really a woman of her words. That is, if she really meant those words.
Well, it felt like her logic would make sense; since someone who wielded fire would be pretty much impervious to any kind of high temperatures. Perhaps, the man wasn't dead like anyone expected him to.
The woman let out a sigh, her boots echoing on the volcaninc rock floor beneath; sounding as hollow as her mind felt... and there was a good reason for this state. Often she sat and pondered the turmoil she could feel when her blades were at rest, when all the world around her seemed to be at peace. That is the supposed ideal for which other mages strove, the calm that they all hoped will eventually return to them when they are at war against mages like Aedre. She opposed them, she worked hard to not let them see the calm of the day that they dreamed about and she also succeeded at this task most of the times. Yet, there had been rare occurrences indeed in the more than a single decades of her life that she did not feel as if she had found any kind of perfection, but, rather, as if something was missing from her life.
It seemed such an incongruous notion, and yet she couldn't completely grasp that she was a warrior; a creature of action. In those times when there is no pressing need for action, she could not be at ease. Not at all.
This, might be the only possible reason as to why Aedre could have set herself on this perilous road herself; her pathetic need for some kind of a challenge that actually proed to be a challenge. Probably, risking her life came as a simple way out of the utter simpleness that her life was drowning into.
But, these thoughts were left in the air- when a chilling, low, growl sounded right in front of her and just as an instinctive response, the woman's pose refined itself- shifting from grace to intimidation necessary for a battle.
"So, you little puppies are back?"