Home Sweet Home-[Forbidden Mountain-Open]
The dark portal brought her to her once humble abode. It was just as she had left it, admittedly with a few more cobwebs, but still it was dark and it was gloomy. It was home. This place would be able to keep her hidden from her enemies until she was strong enough to deal with them as she saw fit. Her body was weak, her death had taken so much out of her, and transporting here didn’t help, but she refused to show such weakness in front of her new minion. She didn’t understand it though. There was no way that she, the Mistress of Evil, could be this weak. She, who was born of pure hatred, she who struck fear into-wait a moment. A thought struck her. She moved towards her throne, her rightful place of power, almost gliding there. Exhausted she sat down and contemplated the source of her weakness.
When she was alive she struck fear into the hearts of who ever she came across. Now the people of those different worlds thought she was dead, so the had nothing to fear. If they feared anything they feared the heartless, but they had…faith. The thought disgusted her. The people must have had faith that Sora would come rescue them from the heartless. But her? No, they all thought she was dead. Killed, at the hands of that…child. Thinking about it made such anger in her rise, she clutched her staff tightly. If she had her full strength it would have snapped. This surge of anger expended energy she didn’t have. The room spun slightly but stopped once she closed her eyes and regained her noble majestic composure.
Diablo noticed her moment of weakness and offered comfort in a squawk before making his way to her. He sat at his rightful due position at her right hand. The dark figure gave the bird a small pat of reassurance that she was fine before straightening up. There was business to be taken care of after all. As she sat there thinking, she eyed her new minion. She knew he would be of use to her; the trouble was where to begin?
When she was alive she struck fear into the hearts of who ever she came across. Now the people of those different worlds thought she was dead, so the had nothing to fear. If they feared anything they feared the heartless, but they had…faith. The thought disgusted her. The people must have had faith that Sora would come rescue them from the heartless. But her? No, they all thought she was dead. Killed, at the hands of that…child. Thinking about it made such anger in her rise, she clutched her staff tightly. If she had her full strength it would have snapped. This surge of anger expended energy she didn’t have. The room spun slightly but stopped once she closed her eyes and regained her noble majestic composure.
Diablo noticed her moment of weakness and offered comfort in a squawk before making his way to her. He sat at his rightful due position at her right hand. The dark figure gave the bird a small pat of reassurance that she was fine before straightening up. There was business to be taken care of after all. As she sat there thinking, she eyed her new minion. She knew he would be of use to her; the trouble was where to begin?