Alone in its chambers, Galyxx floated empheral and disembodied, wrestling with emotions it was long unfamiliar with and could not precisely name. Around it, rivers and eddies of blood streamed through the air, pouring in endlesss jets from the mist-shrouded walls and arcing in random paths towards the vortex at its center. Where they crossed, pools formed, and in the pools faint images flickered. Pasts that might have been, futures that might yet be, and half-visible glimpses of current events from distant locales. In a more focused mood, Galyxx would have scrutinized those images intensely, for any hint of purpose or useful information, but it was uncomfortably disconnected from even its usual dispassionate perspective.<br/><br/>The ongoing torment and torture of the captured angel drew many of its allies, but Galyxx felt absolutely no urge to join them. It contemplated thoughts of the solar - bound, helpless, writhing in imagined pain or shuddering in esctastic pleasure, and it felt nothing. Love, lust, and passion had been tools to be mastered and wielded long before its mortal demise, the better to gain access to targets in their most vulnerable moments - but it had still felt them, even if manufactured on demand to better play its chosen role. It seemed that shedding its flesh had also shed it of even those lesser hungers, and it wondered if the loss had meaning.<br/><br/>More than anything, its thoughts returned again and again to the astral assassin Grimjaw, whose simulacra decoy had fallen so easily to Methu's assault. Galyxx had not even drawn close enough to attack it, and having prey - even false prey such as that - snatched away spurred what might have been annoyance. It would not rest easily until it had found the true Grimjaw, and shown him that there could be only one peerless assassin in the Lower Planes...and having done so, perhaps turned to further advantage. Deep within Malcanthet's fortress-plane, the soul gem of Galyxx's only rival for dominion over the Dreaming Gulf sat well-guarded and ignored. Grimjaw had been contracted by Malcanthet for his current bounty. If Galyxx could overcome the astral stalker, there might be an unexpected chink in Shendralavi's defenses otherwise well-tuned to repel even one as stealthy as itself.