A not often seen smile crossed the older woman's face, and she came closer to the little dragon. Her slender arm wrapped around the girl's shoulders, and in rare affection, hugged the girl. "Yes, you will meet him. He is very eager to, in fact. He knows that you are little sister to his beloved priestess. It makes him curious to see who might have been chosen to walk alongside me so closely. This is why you are here right now. To watch him rise again and walk the Earth. Not many will witness this. You are very unique, and I do not think another will compare. So, come. Join your older sister, trust in me. I will never hurt you or steer you to something that is not good for you. You are my little sister." Her hand ruffled the hair of the younger girl as she began leading her to the altar.
"Now, each of them must pay for their sins, but there is something that you might do for me. You sing beautifully, and I have been teaching you to speak a very important language. Do you remember your Latin?" Aska asked as she looked at Mura. Once given a nod, the priestess began to lead the teen through her necessary script. "Umbra et inane, tenebris et mortis. Fractis catenis posuit tenebris Deum liberum." She repeated the phrase, honey voice lifting and lilting in just such the way that the words needed to be chanted. She acted as guide to her protégée's tone and words, as any geisha might when her sister sings.
Once Mura was chanting properly and steadied, Aska moved once again down the line. She saved two for the last, for entirely opposing reasons. One, an older gentlemen, stood straight and proud as she opened the door. Cage though it had been, there were no sharp implements that might have cut his skin, no spikes and other cruelties. The symbol of this respect comes full circle as Aska bows slightly to the man, In an educated, though quiet voice, he addresses the priestess before him. "My lady wrote that you would come, that you would free the Dark Lord. And when you did, I was supposed to ensure that it would happen, and give to you the key to the door. My lady went along with the lords only enough to ensure that she would know all of the steps required. They trusted her enough that they allowed her to stow away the key to his prison where she will it.
She did, in the last place any of the lords could or would look. In a heart of shadow. The Dark Lord will be able to call the key to him as you break the wards further. That shadowed heart will be able to unlock the door." He bowed once more to the white clad woman. "Now, be once more the angel of our death, and let my blood allow his passage back. The lady had missed him. She was never again the same when they took him away." The last individual in his cage began screaming in a hoarse and outraged voice. "Your lady and you, traitorous dogs, both! They trusted you, you swine. You've damned this world!" Neither priestess nor honored guest acknowledged the howled words of the prisoner. Aska bowed once more before her blade found the neck of the man. This time, to honor the thing he and his lady had done, the death is quickened and painless. But the last death would not be, in the least.