Alina found herself watching the spinning of the blade attached to the chain link. After hearing what she had to say, it seemed that such a thing was a bit crazed as far as she was concerned, but Death seemed to have a bit of a differing opinion regarding the use of contracts, as well as Alina's worth in this situation. True enough, with her own power, Alina could see the length of chain actually attached to the end of the spinning blade and what she was was nigh endless. "Oh, well that might just be the most flattering thing I've heard in centuries... you'd give up all that for little old me?" she said seeming to take some thought in this. She was a demon after all, and thinking of the benefits to oneself was always important. Beyond that, if not contract then she'd remain bound to her Master and Mistress which was... surprisingly enough something she actually wanted to do. As she thought over this offer, more speech would come from Death on the matter of the Burning Hells, and it seemed that she wasn't the only one who felt at least a little rebellious over the last few centuries. "It wasn't just me then? Oh... perhaps a trip home is in order. If nothing else, a return of my power would be good for my current obligations. A small favor then, Death," she started as she paced about the rooftop with a hand tucked under her chin as she thought about things. "I do not know the states of the Hells, part of my contractual obligations means I cannot return to the Hells by my own magic without completing my contract. And I cannot complete my contract due to the nature of the vampire it is signed with..." she said. "Vampires..." she lightly corrected herself, knowing the contract applied just as much to the woman as it did to the man who'd originally taken it on. "If you'd be willing to open it up for me, that I might speak to whichever of my brothers is actually in charge now, I'd be more than willing to offer my help to you in your endeavors. The only thing I'd need besides that is the ability to complete my duties to the Master and Mistress, and I am sure my power would only help such a cause," she said curtly. "It is rather pressing though, I assume some kind of shift in power has occurred, so who is the Prime Evil?" she asked, this was most important. Her approach home could be welcome or ruin depending on the answer to this question. In her present state she could not return home on her own power. A trip home and a conversation with what was apparently one of the nicer of her brothers would likely remedy all problems and in addition, do something in line with helping deal with the exorcists who plagued the lands now.
Kasmina soon was given the answer to the many questions she'd asked revolving around the entertainment of the woman known as the Queen in their household. It seemed that their guest was indeed all the things Kasmina surmised her to be, even so, it didn't seem like it would matter much to her, considering what she knew of them as vampires and what Sorin had explained to her previously. Soon enough before a knock could be placed on the door, Sorin was opening it, stepping to the side to gesture a pair of individuals inside. It took Kasmina no more than a second to fall in line as well, offering a curtsy only to have a quick glance at both other parties. A man clad in golden armor and a woman clad in white but almost nothing at all. If she had anything to say about this she would not, but her voice wouldn't be necessarily the next one heard. "Oh! The Count Phantomhive, look at you... One has to wonder how you get to the door so fast, is this your wife?" she questioned as she walked up the steps eyes trained on Kasmina filled with joy and wonder and surprisingly enough to Kasmina she found herself meeting a red gaze much like her own. "She's... stunning. Oh, and not just physically either, the light of God graces her soul. I can feel her!" the Queen went on to say, grasping her heart as if she was stunned by the sensation. As her introduction had already been made Kasmina found herself looking completely and utterly stunned. What could she say in light of such a statement? And more over, had Sorin known this woman would react this way to her presence, the raven haired lass found herself looking to her husband as if imploring an explanation.