She shot in a wave, going from one side to the other quickly. She looked to make sure that the guardians were losing before turning down another corridor. She headed at a fast run to the core.
Outside Daemon's Throne Room
Mouse jumped out of the shaft, her katanas down as she prepared to attack. The guards that she had been expecting were not there.
"All clear!" She yelled up at Matrix and Bob.
The guns came down before the men.
Matrix surveyed the room.
"Where are the guards?" He asked as he steadied his weapon.
Mouse shrugged as all three turned to the door in front of them.
"Not quite what Ah expected." Mouse said quietly as she moved softly towards the door.
Matrix and Bob stayed silent as they followed Mouse. She swallowed as they approached their focus. She quickly picked the electronic lock and the door slid open.
Inside was completely dark except for a circle of light about 20 feet in diameter. They could not see beyond it. They moved slowly into the circle, the glare limited their vision even more.
“Daemon!” Matrix yelled, his bionic eye activated and began to glow red. “Come out of where you’re hiding!”
Another light activated, it shone directly down upon a throne. A small sprite sat upon the throne, her head bent. The light reflected off her mettalic black hair. Her head slowly rose, showing the Mainframers a sight which would haunt their dreams for cycles to come.
Blood red skin stretched taut of a delicate bone structure. Scars covered her face and down into her neck, disappearing in the scarlet color robes she wore. Her hands were also covered with scars, the nails the same color as her skin, they were long and sharp like tiny daggers. Her eyes were undefinable in color and shape, but to the sprites she looked to be no more than v1.2 or v1.3.
She stood up and grabbed the neck of her robes. She pulled slightly as they fell to the floor. Underneath they saw that her body was still covered with those scars. Skin tight pants covered her legs and a bustier covered her bosom. They were both the color of her skin, giving the illusion of nakedness.
She slowly made her way down the stairs, her eyes trained forward. Matrix could not believe that this was Daemon.
“You rang?”