<strong>Name:</strong>LaLune<br/><strong>Alliance:</strong>Evil<br/><strong>Gender</strong>Female<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Castle of Chaos, inside her room<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Fenia, and Pasro<br/><br/>Nothing was missed by the redheaded beauty. She knew the little rat lay in hiding before sounds of hiss and patter of feet. Never a single thing was missed, she knew all that went on in her castle.<br/><br/>Malevolent grin stretch across blood red lips, she need only wait for them to come. Always two steps ahead she was. She turned to seemingly study a piece of art on the wall. The art was old indeed, surely dating back to primitive times of this Nefarious world. And oh how nefarious this very painting was. A great demon of evil was devouring the helpless. Looks of pure horror on defenseless women and children as shadowy demon with glowing eyes engulfed them.<br/><br/>She did not move, flinch, or even twitch a single muscle when first knock came. She stood there with her back to the door, still staring at the painting. It wasn't but a few seconds to wait until the second set of footsteps approached. When the overly irritated male voice barked at the door, still she did not move. Pride was such a very hard one to deal with, always such trouble to keep in his place. It was what any should expect, and she loved it. Her little solders of pure evil who fit what they represent so perfectly. Her pieces to her game of chess. She had such depth of each sin in her own personality, wrapped in one perfect package. It seemed so fitting that she should control them all as their Mistress and Queen. Still, perhaps later she should remain Psaro that she could cast him out of this world just as easily as she brought him into this world. Later though, let him really do something out of line.<br/><br/>She did not let them wait for long, maybe 20-30 seconds is all, just long enough. Slowly she raised one hand and snapped her index finger and her thumb together. With that single snap, the doors swung open on their own account, letting both the beings on the other side have full view of their Mistress's back as she stands unmoving and staring at the painting<br/><br/>"Come in my pets." Were the only words uttered from her lips. Her words sounded as sweet as honey, but were laced with deadly poison