[Salone]

Na'lsa watched in what could only be called 'surprise' as the woman eviscerated the man before her, the display sickeningly beautiful to him. Deep inside him, his hunger continued to stir. He grew frustrated with the exchange before him, quickly adding to the conversation after the newcomer.

"I am the Power, Mehetabel. And this, this butcher that you have plucked from underneath a magician's hat and placed before me, is mere mockery of my methods."

He stepped closer, breathing deep the metallic smell of blood that wafted from her figure. Fingers ran gingerly down her arms, testing the muscle underneath. With a close lean, he whispered in to her ear.

"I admire you child. But you lack control. And that will be your downfall."

With that he pulled himself away, addressing those before him in his tone of conviction.

"The Nephilim is up to something. I say it's high time to consume him and finally put his flesh to good use."