Knock Knock, Queen.

'Hm?'

Eyes of a heterochromatic hue pierced the darkness of the throne room. Within its gaze was not mirth, but a primordial essence, in those eyes danced a bountiful darkness. A promise of chaos and freedom, of restriction and ultimately destruction. Yes, under that gaze, the very air stirred and shifted , the undulations of pure Za koa filtering through to manipulate the very realm around them, and thus the result would be the door that Cyng knocked on would open wordlessly, soundlessly swinging inwards to cast a soft trail of light in the only darkness that lurked beyond its borders .

Upon crossing the threshold, what Cyng could notice wouldn't be the pressure of power, but the undulations of a being in transition, the pulsating thrum of Zao ka was like a creeping mist in the air, the shadow strangely twisted and unnatural against the dimly lit hallway, the torchlight muted as flickering; as if it was the embers of a fire that had just been put out.

There was a kind of aura in the air, a presence; a . . . Lingering of something primordial. It was something that defied the commonality of the world. The closest identifiable feeling of this lingering presence would be a disorder , chaos, a cloud of eerie emotion.

There wouldn’t be any creatures to lead cyng through the gloom, the hall getting progressively darker the farther cyng walked within it. At the end of the hall would be a second pair of doors that seemed to be wrought from darkness, it's edges frayed and chipped; as if worn down by the endless onslaught of time. The right door would be slightly ajar, cracked just enough to let a human of Cyng's stature to squeeze on through.

Within would be a small antechamber, it's hard marble and granite surface empty, only a chandelier, unlit remained within its confines. At the very end would be the entrance to the throne room, doors may have once separated these rooms, but doors no longer were hung upon the hinges that rest there, only darkness lay beyond these doors like it was the entrance to the abyss.

Finally within the chamber with its large pillars that seemed to stretch up to the mirrored sky above the sensations seemed to abate, the blackened miasma that drifted about, somehow visible in the darkness seemed to herald in a new emotion, one so strong that it could bring even kings and queens to ruination. Nihilism lay sedentary in these halls, not a soul lingered here; as if it was a forbidden land.

Only then would those heterochromias illuminate the dark, twin beacons of light. From the darkness the moon kissed skin of the queen became visible, sprawled across her throne, her dainty and finely sculpted jaw resting upon her knuckles as she glanced down upon cyng.

There was no malice in inami’s gaze inherently, nor was there hatred, bemusement, nor glee. There was no malevolence, there was merely this primality, a transcendental kind of emotion for which there honestly was no name.

“My, my, it seems I have a guest~”

A smile that seemed to encompass everything and anything other than joy crept upon her face. A soft wisp of black mist billowed from her lips as she spoke once more.

”What brings you here, poppet?”

One of the brows of the queen arched lazily from where she was sprawled upon her throne, without any of the poise of a ruler. A glint flashing in her eyes as she felt a spark of familiarity with this gal, now.. it was just a question of what that familiarity was, and Inami was set on finding that out.