The shadows seemed to dance as the souls she had stolen continued to whisper and laugh. She remained still, watching the half-demon as he moved about the room. She could sense his anger, his confusion, his hatred and she began to draw upon it, allowing it to feed the power she already felt coursing through her veins. What they were seeing should have terrified her, but with each passing moment the feeling of respect for her enemy grew stronger.

"No," she replied, finally moving deeper into the room, "If you could feel what I feel..." She laughed and the souls echoed it, "The anger, agony, death, hatred and power." In essence, everything that her darkness thrived on, "Then you would know."