The moment Corrine’s form began to coalesce from her transition through the rock she was faced with yet another wall… A behemoth in whose eyes there sat no place for empathy and compassion, his voice delivered with the same force as his physique suggested, and an understanding smile crossed her lips as he spoke.  She stood and watched as he turned and made his way up the passage toward the dark heart of the chambers…<br/><br/><em>Oh to never ‘feel’ anything but the simplicity gained from the destruction…</em>she mused, a deep part of her envied Damien, for she knew with herself the pleasure was always edged with pain, for each soul she tore from the physical world their soul was dragged into the ethereal and so to the life energy… and so further compound her own pain and sorrow.  She waited and watched until the shadows had enveloped him before she set on her way… the crackling arc from her arm ensuring the darkness never quite made it across her… She reached the doors that marked the entrance to the hall, massive and imposing.<br/><br/>She grinned softly…<em> Doors. </em>her eyes flickered briefly as her molecular structure began to fluctuate, she stepped through and felt the centuries of history that had flowed against them before she emerged in the grand hall…<br/>