He sighed and pushed two fingers against her forehead sending pictures of a barren, burning wastelands, treaded by a billion dead souls forever tasked with plowing the waste, the earth closing after the plow has been pulled through. He smiled as he withdrew his fingers "That is my domain, the Arvengian wasteland, the souls of your ancestors serve as overseers there" He withdrew from her walking to the wall, standing against it "Believe me now little girl? command me to do something, something easy" He said with a sly smile (I really have to go to bed, it's getting late here, I'll post first thing in t he morning)