Noticing the time, Gon left to have things prepared for Murni once his lesson was over and passed the red hydra going in. Hydra slipped in easily for his other self was already inside and the spell couldn't recognize the differences between the two for they were essentially the same being. That being said, they did not favor the same things nor disliked the same things. They each came to be to fulfill a purpose and adapted to their surroundings to do so. As such, red did not enjoy the peace and quiet or the dusty old books, but he was glad that the silent spell allowed him to sneak upon others without any trouble or disturbing others for that matter. Without much trouble, he snuck up behind the demon to drag him away with little resistance since Murni was weaker than he was. His other self looked at him perplexed to which he only pointed upward and then continued to drag the demon out the building only receiving odd looks from others if they just so happen to look up. The scene was rather comical as the small male was squirming to be let free all while his mouth was flapping like a fish with the red hydra general not caring at all.

Once they made it outside, Hydra let go the once-mute now loud demon upon the dirt. After Murni had regain his composure, he asked him why he did that.

"It's almost time for your meal with Mistress Death, I have little time to deal with you so get up and run or I'll drag you all the way there."

"Okay but how are we going get there in time?

Hydra gave him a toothy grin before saying, "We run fool, we run."

"Bout time you got here, her mistress had been waiting for the fool to join her evening meal and every evening meal after."Casting an eye over the fatigued demon covered in sweat and filth, he lead the two down a corridor to a small wash area. Filling a bucket with cold water, Gon splashed the filthy figures before him laughing at their shocked horrid faces.

"She would prefer it yal'r washed and dressed, sadly weve ran out of time what with you wastin time 'n all, Im just gonna drench you till the smell is all gone." The goblin with twisted glee ran over to where a wheel like latch appeared by the wall and span it as water gushed out at the scarred and angered respectfully figures. Enjoying the suffering of the two as they try and fail to keep their balance, he deemed it ready to shut the water off. Knowing that the reptilian would make him suffer for that little stunt, he rushed over to stumbling demon and whisked him into another room as loud shouting and gruesome promises followed after them. All and all, Gon was pleased with retribution toward the creature, sadly he wouldn't be safe due to having to stay by Murni's side as the Hydras instruct him.

Ensuring that they were far from the creature's grasp, Gon opened a door in one of the many corridors to what appeared a storage room meant for clothes. Inside were numerous of all kinds from what can be assumed of a multitude of sizes, colors, different eras, and of course genders. Each one indicating the era and culture from which they originated from.

"Wow, I did not know that Ms. Death liked clothes so much." After Murni regain his bearings he took a look around when something caught his eye and questions arose, "Hey why are there female clothes too? What are these made of, it's so soft? Why does this outfit appear feminine if it has male designs? What are we doing here, I thought we were in a hurry?" Spinning around, flittering from one spot to the next shooting questions like arrows he failed to see that the arrows had indeed hit; however, it caused an unwanted effect in his companion. The ever so irritable goblin snapped as his eyes flashed with furry growing with each question fired and every step he took towards one can only be described as a fool.

"Will you shut yal'r trap for one bloody second boy!? Ill will answer them at a later time but for now, youll need to get dressed." Having said his peace, Gon shuffled through many outfits in silence not checking if the demon had stayed still by his unasked order.

Seeing as how the goblin was lost to his own world giving out small cries of cheer whenever he had located a desired object, Murni decided to do his own exportation also in silence. The room was large but atlas dark shadows greedily covered many corners as well as preventing any curious eyes from peering through without light to help guide him. Looking back towards the entrance, the only light source that he could identify, stared as the light licked the walls and ceiling revealing them lined with more clothes. Deciding that a wider door will allow a more glow inwards, he pushed it to where the glass windows will shine brilliantly inwards. The beams of sunlight bounced off a glistering metal in the distance. Like a curious bird, he fluttered towards it reaching his hands on its cool flesh. Checking to see that Gon was still distracted with gathering what he deemed suitable attire, he pulled and dragged the large entity out from its hiding place amongst the clothes and accessories. A cloth covered the tall thin figure hidden beneath its pure white sheet, that towers over his entire being. Curious as what it could be he tore the sheet off only to reveal something entirely unexpected. It was a painting that held a shocking resemblance to himself.

"Is that me!? It looks like me but, the features are different."

Lost in his own world, shocked at the painting's occupant appearance he didn't notice the goblin standing behind him arms full of material wearing a sadden look.

"'Er mistress will explain it all, now come'n lets get you dressed." With that, the two stayed in silence while Murni changed into formal clothing; with the occasional help from Gon with the difficult parts. Peering into the mirror once more he can see that he is dressed in formal grey attire with a silver lining the edges. With one final look, he covered it once more and followed Gon out. The halls were decorated with items from various worlds and timelines that it made it difficult exactly where or when something actually came from. They arrived at a large dark oak door with a pure silver doorknob, normally supernatural beings aren't able to touch such items yet in the realm of the dead such rules do not apply. Hesitating he grasped the knob firmly, relief flooded his being relaxing him from the nerves in his thin taut shoulders. He had questions about today, about the changes in him, why and what he is doing, and what is going to happen from now on. He had so many questions that he didn't realize that he hadn't moved until Gon made a noise at the back of his throat.

"Oh right, I suppose I must be going on my way then. Wish me well Gon." He opened the door where bright light greeted him.