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After her long travels within the human realm Blank was more than willing to head back home, while to others it would only seem like a short month and bit to her was nearly her entire life time. So when her tiny little feet her back onto the grounds of her homeland, the child was over thrilled; she barely even noticed the drastic changes. The very violent and swift of her tail had caused the tip of the vertebrae to swing off into the distance, the sudden weight change of her tail had brought her attention to where it landed. From there the child's attention to the scenery around her become very very clear, the ominous look of the world was way different than that of her first arrival. She almost felt a bit oppressed by it, but her anxiousness and potentially fear has swiftly changed to that of excitement, this wasn't something scary at all!

During her short (or very long) stay within the human realm she learned of a strange occurance called 'Halloween' this happened once a year and during the nighttime. A beautiful and haunted time where children dressed as scary monsters and ghosts to not be taken away by the monsters. Oh wait, could it have been they donated sweets to the monsters to save their own lives? Is that why kids dress up as monsters? With a quick step the child went to retrieve her boned tail by passing the barrier in which Truth had set up to and for some reason push Sunshine away. However since this child was apart of Sunshine she wasn't completely unharmed by this barrier, she instead only temporary felt a bit light headed and dizzy. She practically fell flat on her face when she sudden swooped down to grab the missing link to her tail, having a good first encounter with the odd goo that was everywhere.

The decorations on this place must have been done by a professional, Perhaps this was Khala's way of wishing us good luck on not being sucked away by evil monsters!! The castle in which was more often a lighter tone and much more inviting was swallowed up by the eerie darkness on this 'halloween night'. That very notion had excited the child so much a sudden squee of excitement had left her tiny lips, before a rush was made to the place. Learning information, reciting information and understanding information was something she was getting increasingly better at, so her making the connection that this much be what humans called a haunted house was her first thought. It was amazing, how can something be able to turn something as beautiful as her home into the perfect halloween disguise, truly amazing.

Running into the building would have been done with ease, it almost seemed like she was more than welcomed within the strange environment, and the loud clicks of her wooden sandals would have been echoed throughout the halls and stair wells, giving way of her position. Though you wouldn't have to be a trained professional that Blank was within the building as her tiny form had let out a screeching, "TRICK OR TREAT!!!"

She waited for someone to reply while she aimlessly explored the interior, she wouldn't have stopped her adventure until she was finally able to pick up the voice of someone else, perhaps this was a man? He sounded pretty depressing... MAYBE HE'S A GHOST!! The thought alone made little blank's tail straight out like a board, her movement becoming stiff before she'd swing her arms slightly towards the direction of the voice hitting nothing but air. There is no way there is ghosts! Khala would have taken them all away, Ghosts can't exist! Scared, but with the energy and adrenaline of a scared child, blank would have let out a tiny wail as she ran straight for the voice, her tiny form swinging her arms around like propellers on each side, "Back off evil ghost! You can't have my candyyy!!"

Disappointment?

To hell with his judgement.

The Void cared not for some half-dead deity's scorn upon her action. This was her domain, and in the space of the null, the princess of the bare and barren could conduct herself in any which manner her heart desired.

The only reason why he was not vanquished on sight is through the desire of her mothers blood still flowing within. As it is this contorted attachment to this figure that held his allowance into her lair in tact. Though, in the distance, there was another that she also had no qualms with when it came to whom and what may venture forth into her burrow of shade and melancholy.

So, with a devoid stare, the child of god stared back into the eyes of The Almighty Truth without a single shred of hesitance or dismay found upon her eyes. In fact, in that moment, The Godling would undoubtedly sense pools of Deveta's influence permeating within The Void of her being and the taint of her spirit was all but certain towards this point.

"You possess some of the most profound knowledge in the cosmos, yet you insist on calling me a child? Surely you are aware of the knowledge and insight my creators infused into me, are you not? If so, then you'd be an imbecile of a "God" to assume such things."

Rasp, hostile and irritated; the tone of "The Void" was anything but docile, serene and placid as Neoveta had been prior to the previous encounter each of these beings had within The Black World. There was a bitterness, distaste and absolute hatred brewing within her heart with each word she uttered. They spewed like venom in the abyss all around them; and it seemed, at any moment, her atmosphere of contempt could turn into one of violence to purge these words of blasphemy from The Divine Child's sight and sound.

It is why a scowl that could burn the hearts of men scorched itself across the face of Neoveta as she snarled and gave a low growl at the notion she was crying. No. These weren't tears of sorrow. This was the bleeding of a self that is not needed in this world. A self that is weak and too soft for its own good. To endure in this realm of beast, one must let go of those attachments and become the monster that prey fear. To embrace the blood of Deveta is to embrace the actuality of the world, it's people and the force needed to administer a spirit's will upon this reality. For change does not come by compassion and pleading, it comes through carnage and raw power; which is what Deveta represented in his standing of the fabled "Gods" of this universe.

Therefore, without a single word uttered, The Semi-Divine Child rose her hand in the air and conveyed these sentiments through telepathic empathy and understanding. Something akin to this level of change was not possible to articulate into words. Only feelings, thought and internal belief could fuel such a grasp of The Princess's altered state of mind.

"I am more than this? Don't utter sweet, idealistic tones under the taint of naivety. I am what I am and that is enough to sedate my being."

The uttering that The Princess was more than "The Void" was an absurd notion; not one befitting the conversing of divine communication. Hence, she reduced herself to words to communicate with a simplistic and dull stance such as that. The tone of her voice became further irked as this guest dared to tamper with her sibling and home.

So, through her own divinity, she burned and torched through his influence keeping Sunshine away. There would be a flaring of blood red light striking in the atmosphere around them as her mind decayed, rotted and mended away the shield attempting to keep her flesh and blood away. Why? This was not his sphere to call home. Therefore, as Ruler of this temple, This Priestess would see to it this invading influence would not have say over the operations of her sacred place of being.

"You do not dictate what I am, nor do my creators. I acknowledge I am a beast ill-fit to achieve anything without violence. So, I will continue consuming all into the void until nothing is left just as my father did and the rulers of the known realms of existence have done as well."

Gruff and to the point, The Void saw herself as something of a force of nature now. Truth was right in the proclamation that Neoveta was indeed not a weapon, but she wasn't a person either. No. She was simply something that guided Khalaist, Demon Kind and the desires of a dead girl to reality. Anything that stood in that path needed to be burned and reduced to nothingness. Devoured -- into the Void.

"And should you stand before my objectives, I will break you down, molecule by molecule, until nothing is left of your absurd rule as well. You know very well the potency of our families power, so do not tempt me."

With a single wave of her hand, The Semi-Divine swatted away the touch of Truth in a cloud of darkness that prevented him from coming into contact with Neoveta. This child did not desire a single mortal being to touch her; lest it was in combat and out of her control. Her body was a satanic temple and the only feeling she desired was the hold of her own hand. As, in this world of monsters, not a single one of these beings could begin to comprehend her; so it was natural to only have love for herself and no one else. Just as a true demon should.

It is why when Iriko Crow emerged naked and lost within her world, not a twinge of heartfelt anticipation thumped in her heart. Preceding the activation of The Void, the Neoveta of before would have been at a lost of words to see the man she gave her virginity to, her dedication to and held such a strong bond to. Yet, now, there was only -- nothing. She acknowledged him for what he was as a sentient being, but the emotion and yearning was long since dead and cast into the chasm of her emptied heart.

However, unlike Truth, there did not appear to be much aggression given. Perhaps the chain of connection between these two spirits still yielded a mild influence, but there was no reason to become hostile towards him. He was no threat. The man barely had enough strength to stand alone on his own two feet; yet alone become an obstacle towards her path. So, there was no need to become on guard and aggressive with him.

Thus, through this tolerance, she would listen and hear what rhetoric the male had to say towards her. With a simple shake of the head, The Void dissolved the notion that Neoveta was "giving up" on herself. Quite the opposite. To give up would mean to cease fighting. And, given the combative force of The Princess's will upon Iceland, it was clear "giving up" was out of her vocabulary.

The only thing the child believed she had done to herself was allow the true nature of her mind, body and heart to come forth. To break the restraints of her naive kindness was to accept her path in this world as a creature of sin and darkness. Her methods were wrong, her intents were murderous; but she still possessed the intention of upholding the word of Khalaism, the will of her people and protecting those under her watch.

It's just -- there was no place for her timid behaviors in a holy war that the world was prepared to storm upon her. If the world was without mercy, then she to must react and adjust accordingly. And, for Neoveta, that meant to turn to her savage origins and awaken the primordial desires of Deveta within.

Ergo, as she pointed her right index finger towards Iriko, those sentiments would be transferred and injected into his mind so that he may once again understand her point of view. If nothing else, the pitiful creature before The Void could at least use that cold to fill his being. As, while Neoveta scanned the male, it was apparent he was completely and utterly -- alone. However -- that was death in itself. It was a simple saying, but there was truth in phrase: "You live alone, you die alone." For, in the void, there is nothing but you, yourself and your thoughts to keep company. And as one falls further into the abyss, that is all they will find until the darkest shades of night are bled to be born within their soul and mind. This would be such the case for The Lone Crow as he made his own spiritual descent into nothingness.

Which is why, as this dying mortal yearned to speak with The Void, did it in turn allow him that request. As he had a connection to it, and from that tethering, did Neoveta feel content with allotting Iriko her attention.

"You may speak. I've given you my thoughts through feeling, so now it is time for you to "define" what this "more" is, Crow."

Before bothering with her own definition, however, The Void turned her dead eyes to the entrance of a child-like creature stepping forth into this den of glum and emptiness.

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Baring the mark of Khalaism, Neoveta understood that she was one of her own and would allow this interruption. There was no point in growing frustrated; as it would be akin to becoming enraged at a dog for not being trained. You don't blame the dog, you blame the owner. Which, in this case, was The Void.

"Do not become frightened, Blank. This is no ghost. Only a mortal on the verge of death."

Dry and raspy, there was a sense of weariness behind her voice, but the desire to help keep her fellow sisters alive was what kept it -- neutral. While it was by no means the gentle tone Neoveta was infamous for, it wasn't exactly hostile as it had been with Truth and Iriko -- to some extent. This is what she was fighting for, after all, and it would become pointless to grow furious with it.

It is why, with a motion of her hand, did a small hand of darkness compromise itself and pat Blank gently upon the head. With this pat, an influence of Neoveta's will would become bestowed upon The Imp in order to help ease her tensions and fears. In this place, if nothing else, she was protected by the will of The Priestess and would not fall under harm so long as she was here. That is the intent which was meant to be infused into the mind of Blank through this action. Whether it had an effect -- would have to be seen later.