â€œI might know himâ€¦ I think my father was an acquaintance of his. It has been such a long time since I have heard that name, to tell the truth.â€ The cackle of the old lady ringed a small bell inside the void of darkness in his mind. Why had he brought up the name of a god of mischief? Again, the creepy man who killed his mother came to mind. Why? He had no idea. Pissing off an old lady...heâ€™ll put that on his to not do list againt to do list.<br/><br/>In his black void head he watched the old lady seem to transform into almost like a blink and poof she was a large bird. Dark scarlet eyes peered at him and all he felt was like this birdâ€™s prey was his heart? Sad but most likely true. Didnâ€™t the japanese have some tall tale about a crow that harbored its nest inside an empty hole of a heart? The thought left his mind just as he noticed the dark dragon tail and feathers. His mind felt like it was about to explode like a ticking time bomb but the black void disappeared , and the hallway reappeared in front of him.<br/><br/>â€œI know youâ€™re confused,â€ Confused would in fact be an understatement in every way.â€œPerhaps I should tell you who I am now. I am Svalti, and while I am nothing as fancy as Loki I can assure you youâ€™d better not take me lightly. Now, I will ask again if youâ€™re bored with your lifeâ€¦â€ Oh man now look what he went and did. Pissed off some demon bird. Well , he mine as well explain, and agree.<br/><br/>His body shivered from the excess of pain or odd feeling of whatever just happened. He still couldnâ€™t move but decided to try and make a small effort to speak. â€œ I would like to say....I donâ€™t know why I said that name....â€ The world was starting to swirl again. â€œ But the name is the name of the top hatted , red eyed man who killed my mother.â€ A wince came about as he felt the feeling of hands wrapping against his neck tightly...almost choking him. â€œ Now....My life has been boring ...and yes I would love for you to spice it up......since you are not a typical old hag-â€  There he went again with the hag word. He was struggling now to make sense but managed to ask a direly interesting question. â€œ Can you be any age?â€<br/><br/>If logic hit him he would been able to tell that Loki had now found his prime target...and was going to kill them. Or that is what logic would portray if an evil mischievous god played to the natural beat. No ...Something much more dire was in this godâ€™s mind. He shivered again hoping that this bird was not going to torture him in the worst way. Or eat his brain...why brains well they were nutritious and would make this bird â€¦.what be smart?