It was here that she had spoken with Khz'iel for so long, and so many times.

The cave between Valmasia and Gehenna. Where the fort of Galeford once stood - though she was ignorant of that fact. A stinking lair of evil, destruction, and chaos - so close to where she had done her first feedings, and so close to her heart.

The rainbow lights dimly lit the cave walls, struggling to burst through the shadows which seemed more like a thick goo than the darkness of a cavern. Her aura chipped away at them, her magic only <I>just</I> illuminating the malefic creatures she could hear all around.

She could smell it. She could taste it. She could hear it. She could <I>feel</I> it all around. The essence of Khz'iel -

consuming, destroying, hating, feeding. Cannibalizing each other, that they might become as strong as what birthed them. Corpses litter the floor in layers. Corpses of animals, of stray humans - and of the demon brood as well.

For all its effort, this was Khz'iel's legacy. The proof that perhaps it did deserve to die. Perhaps Khz'iel was a threat to humanity - a flame of destruction which needed to be snuffed out before it became a wildfire consuming all life on Agartha.

If the brood were found, then they would know. They would know that her most trusted ally was nothing but a monster. A slobbering, skittering, screeching, murderous, hateful beast - just like all of the things in the darkness around her.

She can feel their hatred. Their hunger. Their bloodlust, their willingness to kill. She can feel them surrounding her - no doubt, to these weak creatures she was a plentiful feast. No doubt, to these weak creatures - she seemed an easy meal.

Small. Fragile. Helpless. Prey.
Those were the words which Khz'iel described people with.