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[As the feed comes on, there seems to be a bit of unnecessary static filtering through the entire video. The room shown is dark, and the floor and walls seem to move with a sort of erratic life, their surfaces now a shiny, deep purple color. The appliances and furniture here have all been devoured by the stuff, and the washer and dryer against the wall have been converted into a sort of throne shaped seat, accented with green, bony spikes that literally grow and bend from its sides. A woman sits there, her nearly naked body covered only with bony armor that is literally a part of her body. Two large wings extend from her back, though they too are skeletal, the tip of each appendage tips with a long blade. Her eyes glow a burning orange color as she grins at the screen, and her hair is a mass of writing tentacles.]

"Do you hear it?" Her mouth moves to form the words, though anyone who watches can swear they hear it vibrating in their heads instead of simply from the journal. "This house is not what it seems. It speaks. It lives as we do, and it evolves at a rate that may surpass even myself."

[Her lips peel back in a dark smile, her clawed fingertips rapping lightly against the arm of her makeshift throne.]

"A worthy adversary, this place might be. Though, if it has brought me here, then it desires your punishment." [Her smile vanishes, replaced only by a cold stare.] "My own matters are far more important. If it will not send me home, then this place will burn with my fury."

<ooc note: Seeing as Kerrigan does not have a journal because she does not have a room, she is currently hijacking the network with her mind. yes, omg psychic powers. Thus, the static. Anyone with any tech abilities will likely be able to deduce this.>

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[After not too much effort, Lucifer manages to send out his own mind back to Kerrigan's, searching for that familiar connection that they had made previously in the basement. Once he has it, he forces open that channel and broadcasts, for lack of a better description, back to her]

Glad to see you've made it out of your cage.

Ah, hello Lucifer. Not too many can speak this way, let alone reach along a mental link with such ease. Impressive.

[She is silent for a moment. Based on her previous encounter with him, he looks like a Terran, but acts nothing like one. Very few Terran had any psychic capabilities, and he would have recognized her Name. She wondered what he was.] You know where I am, if you would like to see me.

Is that an invitation?

[He asks this with a sort of self-satisfied grin on his lips, allowing a bit of that one emotion to trickle on into his stream of consciousness at the same time.]

I recall hearing that you would find me when I contacted you next, did you not. Though if you prefer, I suppose you can call it that. [She did not paricularly care, despite her curiosity.]

Tell me, what do you know of the people here? I hear their pathetic footsteps pattering above me, and their minds are weak. I doubt the rest of them is any better off.

[Within a moment or two of her having finished her first sentence or two, Lucifer flew on down into the basement, his arms across his chest as the words floated about in his mind. He grinned at her from the foot of the staircase, looking rather amused by the entire situation of having found someone so much more... evil than he was, even.]

The people here are just as pathetic if not moreso than people everywhere... I've had more fun with people where I'm from than here... [He shrugs as he paces closer to her] But there's a reason for that, something about this house... Weakens everyone in it. I'm assuming you, as well. [Another shrug and his usual, very happy smile.]

[Nikkis music stops in a sudden jerk of the strings. His power comes from a natural telepath, and his heads flooded with images. Purple and green, bones and tentacles. He speaks out loud, to whatever it is. His not strong or sane enough to see one solid picture ]]

Ah, what a perfect terrible thing you are. [He lets out a little laugh] You cant burn, not here! [The violin strikes up again, playing literally the musical equivalent of the form in his head. He pauses it in intervals to speak]

You have it all backwards and upside down. We’re in the belly of the Great and Terrible Oz, monsters and stars behind the curtain. We live in time now, we’re the great children of time itself! [A very high pitched few notes] We’re prisoners and wardens of our own demise, cant you hear that?

{Another small laugh, and he goes off playing]

[Kerrigan looks up from her throne as he descends the stairs. Her glowing eyes are the brightest thing in the low lit basement, and she sits with one long leg crossed over the other.]

[She also silently notes how quickly he made his way into her lair.]

It is easier to cause suffering among the weak. [She says it simply, as if it is nothing to note.] I did notice some of that, especially upon my immediate arrival. Thus, the evolution. [[She is referring to the pod he found her in.] I have to adapt, in order to thrive. [She neglects to mention how little the evolution improves her abilities...this place isn't right in every sense of the word.]

Yes, perfect. [Nearly, anyway.] And anyone can burn anywhere. It does not have to involve fire.

Time is nothing to me. Nor are the inhabitants here. [She visually winces at the notes, hissing in the back of her throat.] Do not assume you know anything of me.

[Another laugh] Oh I know nothing of anyone, mon chére!

Come out of the dungeon. You terrible beautiful things spend far to much time in the dark and dank, come find the stage lights.

[His lips twitch at their corners and he paces over to lean against the nearest post, his arms crossed over his chest as his eyes scan over, primarily reading her energy levels, sampling what might erupt if she decides to break free and show her true power.]

Sure, it's easier to cause suffering among the weak... But not nearly as much of a challenge... And certainly not fun, by any means. [The grin spreads a little bit wider and he holds his fingers out, snapping them and amping up the power going into the lights, forcing them to become brighter and somehow managing to control it just enough to prevent a complete surge]

[She sits perfectly still, the only thing moving are her eyes as they follow his path across the room.]

Of course. [Kerrigan gives him a nod of her head.] Very few have given me the pleasure of a challenge, however. [She watches with some interest as Lucifer plays with the lights.] What else are you capable of?

It is only a dungeon if you are a captive, which I am not. I quite like it here.

[He looks amused and apparently doesn't like to sit still, he keeps pacing, idly wandering about the room]

Plenty of things... Name something and I might be able to surprise you. [As always, that grin is just so wide, so terrifyingly happy]

Do you drink blood? I can bring you some. I found lots

[Her eyes slide back and forth as she watches him pace, her only other movement is a subtle flick of her wing.]

What was that warmth emanating from your hands yesterday? I have not seen anything like it. [Which said something - she has seen a lot.]

No. I do not. That would be terribly limiting.

[He glances back to her, somewhat surprised that she mentioned it, but offers a bit of a grin and holds up his hands, wriggling them]

For lack of a word that you or anyone else will understand, it's called Grace. When I was created, I was the brightest and most powerful of my kind. And now, I still am, only now I'm cold... and I have to create heat through my Grace.

What do you eat? I could bring food. You know you would make a lovley Titania, you know.

[She places an elbow on the arm rest of her makeshift throne, leaning her cheek lazily into the palm of her hand.]

Grace... [She says it as if she's tasting the flavor of the word on her tongue.] You speak of your kind? What are you, then, if not human?

I do not need to eat. I shall make my own sustenance.

Titania? I do not know what you are talking about.

[He glances to her and smiles]

You can't tell that I'm different from them? [He shakes his head, almost startled that such a being of high power cannot sense other energies]

I'm an angel.

[Her eyes narrow the slightest fraction.] I was merely commented on how you appear to be human, yet are not. Even I was human, once. I was powerful then, as well, though I have evolved greatly since then.

[She inclines her head at the word, not understanding.] That is not a species I am familiar with, I'm afraid.

I was never as weak as a human. [He says this with a bit of a frown, in brief wonder as to how such a thing could ever be a human at any point...]

Clearly... I wouldn't imagine that you have the same religions wherever you're from.

[The Queen of Blades' eyes bore into his, the irises seeming to catch flame as they spark in response to her power as she burrowed into his mind. His thoughts feel almost receptive to it, as he had opened up the link himself previously, and it is a simple task for her to retrieve the information she needs.]

The humans of your world are different from mine. [She states it as fact.] I was a Ghost when I was human, gifted with vast psychic powers even within my simple body.

You are the highest child of a deity, but have lost its favor. [This is also stated as fact, gathered from his stolen thoughts, she has put together her own interpretation.] I see.

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