In the spire at the center of the Underworld, the Usurper Nil sits upon her frozen throne, utterly bored. "I wish the Speaker of that gluttonous mass of filth was more specific on the details of what I am not to interfere in..." Her attention turns to the mirror that contains the true Nils soul, now concealed beneath a curtain of spider silk after the Xombie escaped with the witches body. "You've been awfully quiet lately, [b][i]mother[/i][/b]." She glides toward the mirror and reaches for the curtain, but pauses when she hears a faint whispering voice too low to make out the words. The Usurper rips the curtain down and takes a step back, confused by waht she sees. There Nil sits on the ground, legs crossed and head bowed, not in a reflection of the chamber, but in utter darkness. The true Nil -blam!- her head to the side and stares up at the Usurper, not with eyes, but with two bottomless pits, and whispers, "Do you ever think about before?" The Usurper narrows her eyes, "Your illusions do not frighten me, witch." Nil winces and looks back to her hands, "Oh no, you wouldn't. We didn't remember either when we made you. We locked that part of us away in a dream and never slept again..." "Before there were eyes to be blinded by colors, ears to be deafened by noises, and these awful feelings of pleasure and joy and pain and sorrow... Before light and dark, before life, death, and time...back when we were alone in our lack of existence. When we slept." The Usurper opens her mouth to speak, but is interrupt by Nil gripping her head with both clawed hands, "[b]QUIET![/b] Your thoughts are so [b]LOUD[/b]!" Nil stands, body jerking in unnatural ways, "We just wanted things to be the way they were..." She whispers, dragging her claws down her face leaving cracks into the darkness around her. "The Godlings fought us and locked us away in a dream and we were content... As long as she was awake. Then you made her sleep!" Nil tears more of herself away. The Usurper watches, emotionless, "Whatever your game is here, I am the Goddess of Death. You are nothing to me." Something between a laugh and a sob escapes the mirror Nils mouth, "Nothing, yes. I want nothing. I want to sleep again..." She raises a hand and places it on the mirror before the Usurper...and it cracks. [spoiler]Its 4am and this is a thing that popped into my head so bleh. Good night....morning?[/spoiler]