[Suzerain of Sheol]

A moment passes...

Another.

The silence seems fraught, charged with potentials of violence. The darkness of the villa beckons, taunting the demon...

After what seems an unbearable expanse of time, a woman appears from the shadows within, her form relaxed and nonthreatening. Her hair is shorn, like some ancient penitent's, and she wears a simple, homespun robe. In her eyes, 'Na'lsa can see as she draws near to the doorway, is a distant, almost chilling calm.