It was familiar somehow, falling asleep. Going into the dream realm was not that much different. But Eva wasn't taking herself into the realm, she was being forced to dream under someone else. Eva felt herself floating a bit, mostly in darkness. A lot of people fear the dark but, it really isn't all that scary. Being in the dark was what Eva was used to when dream walking. What she didn't like, however, is she is not the one in control. Taking control of someone else's spell as they put you to sleep is basically impossible. The only thing she could do, was break down a dream and find ways to twist it around. Like how a professional can open a hood of a car and know how to find their way around. It could be a different car each time but they all run the same way.<br/><br/>There was a feeling coming to her. Somewhere far away, muffled words could be heard. Eva blinked, now in full attention. She could feel herself being pulled into a dream. There was light in front of her, and it was coming at a rapid pace. It was like being sucked into a vortex. The muffled words became clearer the closer she was getting into her dream. "Eva! Find the keys!" A hasty plea called out to her from a dream not too far from hers. Eva could feel the layers between the two, which is why she couldn't make out who was calling to her. The words seem to hammer into her head and ring right before the light overtook her. The words were gone, replaced with the sounds of the sea softly crashing into a beach. Eva could smell the salty sea air, but it felt like she was laying in some grass, instead of sand. The transition into the body didn't take too long, as she blinked and could clearly see the beach wasn't too far from her.<br/><br/>"Hello Eva," a voice came from beside her. Eva sat up immediately, her eyes snapped onto a pirate. Oh, but this was no mere pirate. Eva could see the demon eye's trying to hide behind the face. "Remember me?" She could see him looking over her confidently. His smirk was all too familiar as she sighed in irritation.<br/><br/>"How could I not?" Eva went to run her hand through her hair, but noticed it was tied up into a bun. That wasn't the only change. Her green dress barely covered a thing, the skirt looking like green petals as they cover the bare minimum. Eva crossed her arms over her chest and looked over to the pirate once again. Once she got a better look at him, it was impossible to not see the demon on the other side. How many times has he tricked and tortured humans in his nightmares just for her to correct him? Does he never learn? "Deimos," she said through gritted teeth.<br/><br/>He was obviously here for revenge. Too many times she has ruined his fun. And too many times has he thinned out her patience with him. This was thinning the line so much, she wasn't sure if it was going to snap or not. They both know how to play the game in the dream realm. Deimos was much stronger in here, but so was she. In fact, it felt normal to be in this dream, despite being in a different body. A fairy tale dream, nonetheless. That's when it clicked in her mind, the first encounter they ever had. He was twisting some poor girls dream into a nightmare. The girl was in love with a Prince, but he twisted the story so that her family hid her, and the Prince married her sister. 'Poor Cinderella,' she could hear him taunt playfully. Eva remembered their battle in the dream. It was crystal clear. Eva defended the girl's honor, slicing a sword into Deimon's chest so deeply he needed to retreat back into his hellhole. He never came back to that girls dreams again... but it wasn't the last time they met.<br/><br/>"So, you plan to get your revenge in the same settings that I defeated you?" Eva could feel something else come out of her. Eva stood, uncrossing her arms and one hand was placed on her hip. It was a change in character. The skimpy clothing no longer seemed to bother her and she opened her eyes towards the demon. "Attacking me while I am weak? That's pathetic, even for you, Deimos." There was a cocky air about her now. It was as if she<i>knew</i>she was going to win against him.