Silence swept the mountain side as Murni realized the reason as to why he is there and hope rises from his being that his family didn't trade him; yet, these happy thoughts didn't stay long for doubt and more questions came to light in his already down spiral self. Why and how he died circled his mind, coming to a complete stop beside the still fuming goblin. Not caring nor noticing the way the goblin suddenly tensed up and stared a little ways down the path and if he could his face would be pale drained of blood at the sight of an approaching figure coming towards them dressed in a black cloak wrapping them up head to toe. The demon too lost in his thoughts did nothing but stand still head down as the goblin fretted with its clothes straitening it out and going as far as to even dust off Murni to be semi-resent able for the figure when they arrive.

"Ah today is a wonderful day wouldn't you say, Mr. Bortis." The figure spoke with a calm casual tone walking till they were only a foot away. Waiting for a response, the figure stared at the unresponsive demon with his head hanging low. Stepping closer to lift his head to get a better look at him, "Mr. Bortis, are you feeling well?" The figure stared at the young demon whose face was void of all emotions but his eyes were a raging storm full of confusion, hurt, and yearning. As the two continued to stare at each other, one searching for something the other just empty still lost within his thoughts, a twitchy goblin stood by waiting to be acknowledge by the figure.

"Umm... it is a n-nice day Maot Nona." the creature squirmed trying to ease the growing tension. Turning their head, the figure now known as Maot Nona, stares at twitching goblin for a moment before straighten up a step back from Murni. Though the entire cloak hides their being from head to toe, the goblin could sense their hidden sickly sweet false smile.

"Why yes it is Sir runaway or would you rather have me call you, Duke of loose tongues. Oh wait how about," the intimidating figure leaned down towards the goblin to whisper harshly," Prince Gon of the now destroyed and forgotten kingdom of the once great and mighty Goblins." Their harsh words were spoken calmly but the harsh icy tone hit the goblin's core causing him to freeze has they grabbed the front of his vest and raising him up off the ground. It wasn't until they were eye-level that Maot Nona's voice became louder almost to a shout, "Why did you tell him that he was dead! Don't you recall that I would be the one to tell him after he spent some time to get adjusted to this realm! Or do you really wish for me to punish you to the point that your soul suffers the way it should have after all you've done to your kin!" The poor Goblin was struggling to answer letting out weak sounds of pain and words of refusal. This only caused the figure to close their other hand around its neck when it made a sharp sound of a hiss. This grabbed Murni's attention, dragging him from his own conflicting thoughts to the scene that's unfolding before him. He vaguely recalls the person showing up and asking a question, but he wasn't really paying any attention. The person seemed decent enough at first glance yet they were practically strangling the goblin at this point, he decided a closer inspection was needed before he acted. They were of decent height not much taller than himself but based on their grip they were much stronger despite their thin ashen arms.

"Argh!! P-please s-st-op!" That did it, casting aside all reason that he would mostly lose Murni ran forward trying to tackle them off balance; only to have little to no impact. It looked more like an awkward hug around the waist than a failed attack. Feeling them though they're slim with a sturdy undertone that was slightly feminine. A shift from the hood indicated that their focus was now on him.

"Oh hello Mr. Bortis, don't think that I've forgotten you. Let me finish off Mr. Gon than we can be on our way and just look at how affectionate you are giving me a hug." The figure cooed, "My what a wonderful addition you will make. Now just wait over there for a moment please." With one hand, they threw the demon a few ways down the landscape all the while chocking the goblin with the other hand. Before Murni could hit the ground, he locked onto the center of their back he teleported to his previous position. "No! Even if I just met him, you can't kill him!"

"Oh and why is that, hmm?"

"That's cause...um...cause.."

"Wasn't he the one that told you were dead sending you into shock and tainting your soul into a green sour kind? Oh and call me Maot Nona."

"Wha-what!?" the shocked demon backed up trying to make sense of what this person been saying and recalling past events from the moment he woke up in the cave to them saying his soul is sour; but he came up with nothing.

"My! You really are an idiot, I guess that makes you my idiot now. Now you look confused and your soul is not looking too good either. Let's continue this back at my humble abode so that way no unnecessary ears may listen." A slick black hole with oozing tar figures moving rapidly grasping its surroundings dragging them to depths of silence. In a blink of an eye they were gone before he could even comprehend as to what had just transpired.

The home of Maot Nona 

Groans filled the air, as a swirling vortex of tar blooms from the ground as three non-tar figures emerged from within. In the center of a dark throne room Maot Nona stepped out from within the portal. Her eyes dancing with amusement while watching the others struggling in the tar like substance like insects in sap. A single snap of their fingers the two unholy beings fell into a kneeling position when the vortex disappeared.

"Gentlemen or rather, one young demon and one former noble goblin, no need to bow as such. I'm not that special, oh wait yes I am." With both hands they lifted the hood all the way back, revealing a rather young woman's face. Her skin was like smooth gray rainclouds, her hair the color of ash, and red jewels decorated her ears as well her neck. She was a captivating force but it was her dark eyes that struck him the most, eyes that seemed to change different shades of colors if you stared long enough, dancing from blood red, mystic purple, and finally settling to mischievous black. Without knowing her; her eyes told a story.

"I am the Master of the Underworld after all. I have many names from those given to me over the years and dimensions such as, Tilar Duriya, Grim Reaper, Death, Shinigami lord, Devil's collector of souls, Soul Gather, Devour of lives/souls, and currently Maot Nona but the list goes on. Mr. Bortis, you may call me by anyone of those or you can call me by a name of your choosing, this does not apply to Mr. Gon however." Maot Nona said the last part with a glare at the goblin. Glaring only a second more, she turned walking towards her throne made of a mixture of black onyx and jade. As she sits upon her throne secretly amused with her hand resting against her cheek, she waits ready to hear the answer as to why he would care so much for a being he just met. Or answer any questions he is surely to have, whatever comes first both are to be entertaining.

"Hey can you explain the situation to me please, um Ms. Death." The nervous demon asked not meeting her eye, still trying to comprehend on that he actually had dared attack his new master moments before.

"Ah question so vague and fickle just like you so fitting," her Ladyship smiled warmly, raising a hand to prevent further questions from rising. "Now I know that you have questions and as much as it will amuse me, sadly we must put that aside for a later time. For now you must answer mine, and then proper introductions come after."

"Shouldn't introductions come first then questions?"

"I don't see the point if we both know each other already, now let's end this chit chat to begin an interview. Answer the question I gave you back on the mountain."

"Inter-?"

"Answer the question." It was more of a demand than a statement as she watches with cold unmoving eyes, as if calculating his response and analyzing his very being. Any former traces of emotions before are gone, replaced by an air of authority that demands respect and obedience.

"The reason why I risked to save him, despite not knowing him?" he asked uncertainty only to receive the smallest of nods.

"That's simple really. No one should suffer for things that were mere accidents, for that's all it really is; just an accident." The words were spoken calmly and evenly; however, there was an underline of sadness in his tone while he subconsciously grabbing at his side where a scar laid underneath his clothes.

"Hmm...next question, how much are you educated in the existence of other worlds and the way that time flows?" She noticed the way that he grabbed his side, but he needed to answer the questions before anything could be done.

"There is one world and three realms. Heaven-the home of the Holy Lord, the creator of all life, sends angels to fight demons & impure beings pay even if we, the demons, didn't do anything wrong. Hell-the home of the Devil the creator of demons and all evils. Underworld-the afterlife for some souls, an eternal imprisonment for others." Still holding his side in a lax manner he replied, retelling what he has been told since he was a mere youngling. Though try as he might he couldn't figure out the reason for her suddenly asking him these questions.

"You forgot to mention the flow of time." Still appearing emotionless, she subtly moved her hand slightly to hide her growing smirk. She was correct to assume that his naïve answers would amuse her but not to the extent that she was holding back laughter. His answers though not entirely wrong, still lacking in the undeniable truth that all children know but soon forgets. There is no end to the ever expanding and their world just keeps growing every day. His face is that of a fool's, so covered in certainty of his own knowledge that he can't handle anything that challenges it. She couldn't wait until she tells him the truth of the whole universe and that everything he ever knew has always been half a lie.

"Umm...what is there to say about time? It just keeps moving forward and no matter what we do, we can never go back and change it, we just have to keep living the best we can." So confused with painful memories of the past filled with "what if's" only to realize that it doesn't matter what you may wish for, it's already too late to change it anyway. You can only keep going and try from making the same outcome.

Noticing Murni's sadden expression, she leaned forward with both hands gripping the armrest a wicked smile breaks through her face as excitement shines brightly in her eyes. Her voice was soft yet strong almost yelling in a whisper, "What if I were to tell you that there is a way to go back in time? That you can change anything you ever wanted and not only in your world but in many others as well?"

"I-I would say that it is impossible but, if it is real then may I use it? That way I can have a better life and that way I wouldn't have died before my powers could have developed and prove to everyone that I am useful." His voice wavered. This only caused her eyes to glimmer vibrantly changing colors rapidly causing him to be locked in a daze for reasons he couldn't explain but to stare into her eyes.

"What if I said that I wouldn't let you use it unless you did something for me and even then you wouldn't be allowed to go to when or where you wish, only to where I say you can?" Her stare piercing through him into his soul watching as it shook and trembled with uneasiness, thinking of a way to reply. Watching the demon whose head is cast down and bandaged hands clenching into fists as he ponders upon her words. Behind him, Gon stayed still as stone in kneeling position only risking glances at the two conversing figures. Seeing the pitiful creature a cruel plan came to Maot Nona's mind. However, before she could voice her plan of using Gon as tool to make Murni say yes no matter what, the demon spoke.

"How can I trust that you will keep your word? Even if you say you will, how I can ensure that you will tell me all that I need to know? I just saw you choke that goblin just for making a simple mistake so how can I just say yes after seeing how you are?" Murni's quiet composure sifted to an aggressive stance as he shouted at the god of death.

"Sigh You truly are a fool if you think that is true. Mr. Gon, I command you hold Mr. Bortis still for me." Leaving her throne to descend towards the two figures of Gon securing both of Murni's arms behind his back, forcing him into a kneeling position due to the height difference. Despite being far weaker than the goblin, the demon kept resisting even as her ladyship was a mere foot away and bent down to him to eye level. Her dark robe pooling around her feet as her thin gray hand reached towards him- as one would a frightened animal- and held his face. Dark eyes gaze upon frighten eyes, leaning closer to whisper, "Pay close attention to how you feel and then see if it that changes your mind about me." Before the thought could process in his mind, a cold hand wrapped around his throat cutting off any words trying to escape. On instinct his body started thrashing around in both Death's and the goblin's hold.

"Hey stop squirming, and think for a moment will you. Notice your surroundings before you start to panic." Her hold tightens around his throat pulling him above the ground as she waits for him to calm down. Noticing his movements slowing down yet his eyes screamed for answers as to why, she spoke,"Do you see now, that you feel nothing. Take a moment to let it sink in, notice that no matter how hard I squeeze you, you won't feel the slightest of pain. Like this, it prevents you from speaking yet without the pain. In this realm pain and such are non-existent, that's why I do the things that I do-no one suffers, but they realize that they shouldn't disrespect me unless they wish to be punished." Her gleaming eyes never wavering from is bewildered ones as she slowly released him back on solid ground.

"Now that this little misunderstanding is out of the way, will you now agree to become a servant of mine and travel to places you couldn't ever dream of." Offering the kneeling demon her hand, she watched him, or his soul rather, closely as it turned content with its answer; whatever his answer may be. Rising with caution, he took the gray hand allowing it to pull him up.

"Okay, I agree to be your servant but only if you allow me to see my family sometime in the future."