"No, Erel. Sleep well." Almah replied, then settled back to sleep.<br/><br/>When Erel slept, though, she'd find it surprisingly easy to fall asleep. But seemingly only a few moments after she fell asleep, she found herself waking, of a sorts.<br/><br/>Erel was on her feet, cool stone under her and a faint breeze blowing against her skin. She was standing on a massive stone platform, within a huge gazebo at least five hundred feet across, and in the sky beyond where she was facing, she could see a massive full moon, three times the size of any she'd seen in Golarion. The stars were bright as well, and formed strange sigils in the sky. The stone was deep purple, but etched in crimson was a sigil of her patron, Nocticula...and it was beneath Erel's very feet.<br/><br/>Directly ahead of her, nearly two hundred feet away was a three-tiered dias, the moon at the back of a massive throne upon which sat a figure, impossible to make out with the backdrop of the moon. But the glowing crimson symbols on a pair of wings, and the weeping molten iron from where the figure's feet were would tell her precisely whom it was...Nocticula herself.<br/><br/>Two hundred feet to her left was a large statue of a succubus, her arms outstretched in a welcoming manner, as if calling for others to worship the succubus. Two hundred feet to Erel's right was another statue of a succubus, this one entirely of gold and seemingly obsessed with herself. And two hundred feet behind her was yet another statue, this one of a succubus whose skin was marked with runes of power and strength. Each ten foot statue radiated magic, magic such that Erel could<em>feel</em>the reality of them, and yet none were near to the power radiating from the throne in front of her.<br/><br/>But near to her, wearing the robes of a high priestess of Nocticula, stood a drow woman. A woman who seemed faintly familiar to Erel, with glowing golden eyes and a slight smile on her face. The woman spoke warmly, tilting her head to the side. "Ereleyl'dan. It appears that your pride has been humbled at last, leaving you fit for Our Lady's purpose. The question is simple. Are you able to do as she wishes? Can you rise to her expectations, Ereleyl'dan?"