"Only someone who didn't meet him could speak nicely of the first Lord Kane. Solomon Kane was a puritan, a witchfinder and generally a very nasty man to cross. He wandered the world putting down evil with a sword and gun." She hefted the staff. "This is one of the things he found. Supposedly he was given it by a medicine man to help him fight an evil sorcerer."<br/><br/>She looked around, her fingers drumming over carved cat's head. Clearly she was mulling over what to tell him. The matter at hand was evidently personal and long going. She had been hunting her quarry for fifteen years, that would have her starting her hunt when she was around six or so.<br/><br/>"The name of my foe is Ephraim Waite, though I doubt he goes by that name at the moment. He's a body theif, and I know for a fact that he's at least five centuries old. He told me that when he tried to take this." She tapped the staff again. "It didn't like him." She smiled grimly as she recalled the cat's head growl being heard as he threw it aside.<br/><br/>"He threw a massive spell at us when he realized he had revealed himself for what he really was." She stopped as Hightower escorted one of the house girls up with a tray. She quickly placed the tray on the table and withdrew, bowing to her with a muttered 'your ladyship' to Selene before dashing off after the withdrawing Hightower. Only after they were out of earshot did Selene continue.<br/><br/>"I was the only one in the family that the staff would accept. When he cast his spell, he called something.. dark and fell." She paused for a moment to pour a pair of drinks, sliding one to Lucas. "There are things, dark and fell that predate us. Afterbirth of creation you could call them. Shadows of reality that dwell outside the early realm. He called one into my home. It unmade many things and people in our house in Massachusetts.  When I finally cast it back into the eternal dark, we had to burn the house ruins. It was .. indescribable the malice that thing held. I've been tracking him ever since."