♪ They traverse the third level of Hell in the company of several paladins who state that disrupting the Motherless is all it would take to seal Hell again. Wrath's gaze - gold and black, darts to his wife's. It's subtle but she will see that hint of disbelief in his expression. In their own world, closing Hell requires far more like the amulet wrapped around his neck (given to him by her long before she knew what they meant to him, what they truly are). Still this world is not their own, and Wrath's connection to this Hell may be different than his own, but he can still feel it. He will know whether or not it is truly working, and he has yet to have the chance to ask if Emilia can feel it too or if the curse has blocked that from her.

She was made for Hell - long before he was made for Heaven.

There is no time to speak of anything now. They are to head into battle so strategy comes first. Generals delegate.

The paladins go further to explain the Motherless are invisible but drawn to warmth, drawn to pure spirits, which Wrath certainly qualifies as neither. They can only briefly be seen when they release their ropes below, but otherwise float invisibly in the sky above.

Wrath's hand remains on the hilt of his dagger - serpent crawling around it against his fingertips. He aches to use it to tear all the creatures of this false Hell apart, but his focus must be forward. He remains near his wife, imagining the beautiful wreckage they could create together if they were unleashed here.

"We need to draw its attention."