Despite being an all powerful demon, Kalustrata almost felt...<i>weak</i>inside the temple. It wasn't just her human disguise; it was the fact that this girl was looking at her in a way that she didn't like. Then again, perhaps the demon wouldn't like the way any human looked at her. While she did enjoy the spotlight, she would have much preferred to impress - or horrify - the humans with her demonic form. This human form was so limiting and small, but she couldn't blow her cover. She would be the one to destroy the<i>Loh'skaran </i>and allow the demons into the human world. She would be the one to take all the glory.<br/><br/>Estelle's voice echoed on the walls of the ancient temple, and Kalustrata turned to find the crowd inching their way toward her. She was turned toward an ornate door, though it rattled slightly as she failed to open it the first time. The demon watched with a slight smirk as Estelle tried to placate the impatient crowd, shoving her shoulder into the door to crack it open. The crowd almost appeared like they would rush in, but their steps soon slowed as they became in awe of the surrounding artifacts. Kalustrata brought up the back, and her blue eyes glanced around at the things the family had collected over the years. Scraps of armor, books, tiny glass cubes... all of them held magic. Even a flower, perfectly preserved with pristine petals, was encased and on display. A flower as pure as that one had healing properties beyond normal medicine, as far as Kalustrata knew. She was good at destroying flowers, not learning about them.<br/><br/>The tempest demon clenched her fist and fixed her eyes straight down the hall, unwilling to feel oppressed by this place. It was bad enough that she shared a form with these humans. The more she focused on her own thoughts, the less stress she felt about her surroundings. Letting out a long breath, Kalustrata stepped through the doorway into the vast room full of... more magical things.<br/><br/>One, however, stood out among all the others. An item that she knew could be nothing else but the<i>Loh'skaran.</i><br/><br/>It was bright, far brighter than a sword had the right to be. While Kalustrata saw the white, holy aura hovering over the hilt and blade, she knew that it would glow even if she couldn't see such things. The crystalline hilt curved and flared into a sharp tip, making both ends of the sword deadly. The blade itself should have been rusted and old from how ancient it was, but it appeared as sharp as the day it was blessed. She could have cut herself on it just by looking at it too hard.<br/><br/>She didn't realize she had stepped into the crowd until a human shoved past her with a bulky camera. She narrowed her eyes at the man, who was paying no mind to the fact that she was standing there. He adopted a strange stance, bending himself this way and that to catch the different angles of the room and the sword. Kalustrata rolled her eyes, though her gaze was eventually led back to the<i>Loh'skaran. </i>It was the source of all her problems, and yet, there it sat, glowing in bright beauty and casting its light around the room. She could so easily reach out and grasp it, but she put her fist under her chin before she went through with it.<br/><br/>"How long has it been here?" she asked, aiming her question at Estelle. "It looks quite sharp and deadly."