<span style="font-style: italic">He was in a large almost endless cavern. The floor was soaked and covered in a thick red liquid, but his boots didn't grasp any of the liquid as they hit the floor. But it didn't even look like there was a floor under the liquid. The copper smell suddenly hit his nostrils and labeled the floor as blood. He was standing on a sea of blood? <br/><br/>There was a deep almost guttural roaring sound coming from behind him. He came face too face with what appeared as a demonic form of himself. His blood lust form. Of course, he appeared sometimes in his sleep, in the dreams. <br/><br/>"What is it this time?" Vashen asked him crossing his arms.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">"You see the creature. Kill it. Why don't you exterminate it?"</span> The voice was just as demonic as the looks.<br/><br/>"She hasn't done anything wrong." He glared at the demon.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">"She isn't human. She is a creature. Don't you want too eliminate those that aren't human?"</span><br/><br/>"NO! For the last time I only kill the dangerous!"<br/><br/>The blood below them suddenly seemed to become a whirlpool and Vashen felt a pressure on him.</span><br/><br/>Vashen's eyes slowly opened and he blinked. With a yawn he looked up and saw the elf that had been sleeping on the bed awake, looking at him. There was no sign of a weapon. He guessed he was safe for now. "Good morning." He said. "Sleep well?"