He sees how she draws back from his hands and knows why.  But he touches her anyway, holding her slender neck in place and leaning closer.  Heat washes over her from him and then his lips press to her forehead and his voice is in her ears again.<br/><br/>"I hunger..."<br/><br/>And she feels it then, deep inside.  It is not a want or even a need... it is life itself.  It is breathing and eating and the beating of the heart.  He is fallen but still a god, and gods are made not of flesh and blood but of dreams and prayers and emotions... For a moment she shares the feeling of being sealed away and forgotten, cut off from his followers like a plant from sunlight or a man marooned.  Left starving but as a god unable to truly die.  It is a terrible sensation and he endured it for lifetimes here.<br/><br/>Then she can feel what he feels now, the flickered candles of each life around them.  Each heartbeat echos in her ears and she can taste the composition of their souls.  Closest are the dull creatures in his chamber, beasts and the mindless husks of women given over to them to breed more monsters.  Past that, the castle above, she feels them all.  She can taste their emotions... fear and pain and cruelty and love.  She can feel her new pet, lonely and confused.  Afraid of her but wanting her to return since she knows no other here.  The twins move along like a pair of mirror images, seething inside with dark desires and lust as the bright and innocent soul of their younger sister moves between them trusting and unaware of how she's flanked by monsters that want her safe from all but their own hands.  Elsewhere Brom is torturing a slave, his wild strength is glee and hunger and it is bright, it warms the aching chill inside her and dampens the hunger.  And his victims heart hammers so hard and fast and she blazes in agony and pain so beautiful and bright.  It feeds her and it warms her but not enough that she's not still cold and starving and wanting... needing...  The hunger is the hunger of fire, insatiable and consuming...<br/><br/>Then it's gone and she can feel the smooth stone beneath her body and her cheek.  She's laying beside the sarcophagus atop the altar in the chamber beneath Ravenroost.  He is there, she can feel him still in the air around her and as she moves she feels the pain in her arm and throat and her forehead from where his touch has burned her skin.<br/><br/>"That is what I want from you Naiobe.  I will share with you my power so that you might feed my hunger all the more but you will also share in that hunger, never free of it and never free of me.  That is the pact, to share in both my power and my hunger."