<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'">"Dream?" What in the world was this woman on about? Baal was perplexed by the words spilling from her lips. If this were all a dream he would know. There was no dream strong enough to keep him trapped like this. Hell, it took just about his entire pantheon to lock him away. Baal gave Mia a droll stare, clearly unamused by her witty remarks. She was completely clueless on who and what she was talking. Slowly Baal's firm grip loosened until his hand dropped back to his side and he walked off from the woman planting himself amongst long sofa that decorated the empty wall on the far side of the room. <br/>
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"This is no dream foolish woman, this is a prison. My prison to be exact.. no one should be allowed to enter here, let alone.. what confuses me most is where you think you're going?" With a simple nod with his head, he gestured to look behind her. While she might've arrived here by a door, his prison wasn't made with such a thing and it only seemed to vanish. "Like I said.. this is no dream, only a prison and if you're here then you were obviously locked away the same as I." He was unsure as to the why though. Baal felt nothing coming from this girl that he felt when near another God or Goddess. So it stilled begged the question.. who was she and why was she here with him in a caged designed to specifically hold a destroyer of Pantheons, man, and ultimately the world?<br/>
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Baal held his hand out and conjured a glass full of alcohol, the same kind he decorated his walls with not too long ago. "So I'd suggest you relax and get comfortable here.. you're going to be here for a very long time." His eyes never left hers. Despite giving her space and seeming less threatening he didn't trust her. There was something more at play here.. was this some sort of test they were putting him through? Perhaps she was just hiding her true presence, it wouldn't make sense to lock away a mere mortal with him.. unless it was for his amusement? Where they trying to pity the bastard? Regardless.. he wasn't going to let the moment pass up.<br/>
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He raised the glass to his lips taking a few swigs of the beverage. There was a slightly familiar feeling from her one he could not put his finger on, and one that kept him on his guard. The Gods were known for playing devious tricks, taking the forms of humans in order to interact with them on their plane. Baal was guilty of such an act though his circumstances were different. Where the other Gods did it for selfish reasons, his was out of love.. not for the humans of course, he despised those weak insignificant creatures. <br/>
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"What is your name woman?"</span>