<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'">Baal's head turned at the sound of the unfamiliar voice. Golden orbs narrowed on her lithe frame as his curiosity peaked. How'd she end up on this plane? It'd been closed off to the other realms in order to keep him trapped for eternity. Pushing himself up from his <i>throne</i> Baal slowly worked his way across the room. Even from a far it was obvious he towered over her with his massive frame, which at 6'6 that wasn't hard to do. "Perhaps it was asking for it." There wasn't a hint of caution in his sway — instead he moved like a predator waiting to strike — his swagger almost intimidatingly lethal. <br/>
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"Dream?" He became more curious than ever now. There was no possible way this was all a dream, for as long as he'd been here that possibility was narrowed out centuries ago. "I think you're mistaken, woman." Baal closed the distance between them with ease until she'd been pinned to the door, his hard muscled body pressing directly against hers. Power practically oozing from his every pore. A low growl rumbled in his throat while his deadly gaze locked onto hers. "This is <i>no</i> dream." His masculine hand slide it's way up her body until she found it secured around her throat firmly, but not enough to constrict her air..<i>yet</i>. "Who are you and how did you get here?" There was nothing pleasant about his tone as he demanded an answer from her. Though could he be blamed? She'd stumbled into his cage with ease. He couldn't feel the power that held him waning, leaving all explanations he could fathom completely void. <br/>
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She didn't seem to hold any power within her, not that he could tell at this moment.. granted most of his own powers were sealed with his imprisonment. Baal was granted only a fraction of what he was truly capable of. Sifting through his memories he tried his best to recall her features, match her with anyone he had ever come into contact with.. but came up with nothing. The woman standing before him was a complete mystery. Could this be a trick Caius sent to screw with him? Give him the shimmer of hope he could escape from this hell hole and acquire the vengeance he sought out so long for? Though.. he couldn't help but feel a hint of familiarity from her presence. As if his soul <i>knew</i> who she was but just couldn't figure it out. <br/>
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Maybe that was what Caius wanted. To see him build up this false dream only to crush it. He refused to fall for it. There were too many coincidences in her sudden appearence. For one.. he'd been thinking about <i>her </i>a love lost long ago. One whose touch he craved, heated gaze he needed, and luscious lips he wished nothing more to devour. Two.. he couldn't remember the last time he'd laid eyes on a woman let alone felt one outside of his dreams and memories, and the carnal desire within him had grown to such heights that if he'd even had the chance for contact he would succumb to a feral state. Lastly.. this was a place meant to torment him, drive him to madness and that was something he would never allow. For all he knew this woman showing up was nothing more than a figment of his imagination.<br/>
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He could've cracked long ago and his mind was conjuring up company as a form of psychosis. No. That was impossible he was a being of destruction. Pantheons and other God's alike bowed before him in fear. His mind was as strong as his body, and his thirst for revenge wasn't too far behind. "No one should be allowed to enter my prison. I doubt you are an image created from my mind and you do not reek of my pantheon.. or any other for that matter. If you were sent to end my life, Caius is going to have to try harder to end me than sending a little girl into battle.. give me a reason I shouldn't kill you where you stand?"</span>