"It was important enough to wake me up, Avarien." She said gently, though her eyes were not the soft calm they normally were. She sighed catching the shirt one handed before pulling it over her head, letting the cool fabric stick to her sweat stroked skin. "I have no idea, to be honest." She said gently as she rubbed the sweat from her brow. "It started a few nights ago, it's like there is someone calling me to do something. A cold voice, not something I've heard before." She glanced over at the elf with slow even breaths. "It's always cold where I am in my dream, but every time I wake up I'm sweating and feel like someone is trying to mark me with needles." She shrugged then her eyes slightly distant. "It didn't start till recently, maybe my body is trying to tell me this should be the last run we do. I don't know. I have been a captain for six years."<br/><br/>She played with her hair nervously. "Something big is going to happen, I just feel it in my bones." She laughed at his deal though and shook her head. "Honestly Avarien, if the rest of the ship thought we were Fucking the amount of times you come barging into my room, then we'd have some very angry males in the lower levels wondering why Captain turned down everyone but an elf." She pressed on her knees to stand up slowly looking out the window as birds fluttered outside. "I feel though sometimes that we have isn't meant for mortal hands."<br/><br/>-*-*-<br/><br/>Deep in the cargo hold, the covered case stood in the center of the room. To ordinary people, once uncovered, it appeared to be a normal box. Well as normal as the black metal box could be. However it was inlaid with silver, archaic symbols moved along the box. The box itself however, was something of legend. Long after the old Gods and sealed away Pandora's Box from the world so that Hope would never be lost, another box was made. Forged from fire, earth, water and blessed by air, the second box was to seal the monsters back into the deep pit they belonged.<br/><br/>Of course things were a little bit more complicated than that. The Demons had infiltrated into the human world and possessed many a blood line until their purposes in the world were no longer exactly needed. Or at least until they were captured and placed back into the box.  For fear of letting Hope, which truly was a demon, escape, they made this box to contain the enemy within. However because it was not forged by the gods, the taint was slowly seeping out of the box. They couldn't open the box of course, that would be to easy. They needed a Human female, pure of heart much like Pandora had been to open the box to let them escape. Well, not exactly 'they' anymore. Only one true Demon resided in the box now. A mishmosh of various demons had combined in the box. Obsession, Promiscuity, and Nightmare had learned in order to succeed in anything they had to work together.<br/><br/>As luck had it they found one. Now if only she would listen to the damned call to release him from his cage. He had work to do.