Do Eldritch Beings Dream of Monstrous Sheep? [PRIVATE]

The form of Calypso would softly nod, acknowledging and taking all of this in as she felt a little sprinkle of anxiety towards the situation. More of a fear of the unknown, the unknowing of what lied within her, or what would be dragged out and molded to make her a true demon. It was a subject of fear, but it was one that could be ignored no longer. There was a massive canyon worth of shoes for her to fill, and doing so would not go uncontested. She needed to embrace herself, her whole self, for her dreams to be realized.

Hell, a place she periodically had on her mind, the deepest depths being a target of her eye as she wished to fulfill that promise from such a long, long time ago.. She wondered if that man would even recognize her after all this time, but no weak creature could survive down there long enough to even be worth showing their face to him.

"..We'll meet again."

She suddenly was back within her own body, however, instead of the light ghostly pale form she took on, her body looked entirely like her dream self, near formless and in need of guidance and form. She looked to the vortex, her oddly colored eyes staring towards it, her misty form advancing towards and vanishing within, to meet the devil that awaited at the other side.