Now that her dance had ended, she was somewhat less happy, but only a little, at the moment, she wanted to do something destructive, or creative.. she actually didn't care which, something that was both would be quite lovely as well.  She turned her gaze to the creatures, the pour mortals her sister infernal was addressing, mortals who apparently belonged to the Prophetess.. and she heard a voice in her head... a voice she heard quite often these days<em>These are indeed, servants of the Yozi's.. Cecelyn specifically, from the looks of things...  </em><br/><br/>She was aroused, but then, these days she was always aroused... and she reached out pull one of the cultists to his feet, pulling him close for a kiss.. a insistent demanding kiss..  the moment she felt him surrender to the kiss, to her sudden action, she let him go, dropping him to the ground..<br/><br/>She then turned her gaze upon the others who had arrived with them, not speaking, simply looking, for a few bright moments.  Then she spoke, her voice took on a song like aspect, still a performance of sorts, as she queried her fellow exalted on the next step she should take..<br/><br/>"Dark and Bright.<br/>This is an Interesting Sight....<br/>Here in Sand and Fire....<br/>I must raise an army for my Lord's Desire... "<br/><br/>"From these Lands here..<br/>A dreadful fear..<br/>From the Lands a City to Raise<br/>Warriors to lift in a Glorious Praise<br/><br/>To Speak the Green Sun's Fire..<br/>And learn the Demon's Ire..<br/>In all the sands under my wing...<br/>Give worship to their rightful King..."<br/><br/>"Where should I take my Power<br/>Advice me in this burning hour<br/>I listen my Sister's Voice<br/>To make my holy Choice."<br/><br/>