…as this daughter of Manuan defies me. She was feeding me so well, with her hate and anger, but she held it in and controled it and what she did give me was not nearly enough.

I so want to kill her, but I cannot. A dead body cannot be held and used to force Manuan to confront me. These mortals are fools, and Manuan too if they think they can injure me, here in my place.

"You wish to be with your children? Good. Granted!"

I roar, and I see the warrior begin to panic, as I move her body to the dungeons that I have prepared for the child and grandchildren of Manuan. A hell of their own minds, in which their worst nightmares will torment them until I wish it over. Nothing breaks a mind faster than it's own fears.

The warrior drops down on the earth, shaking and convusing, drooling and with a vacant stare. Good.

I look around at these rapidly diminishing would-be heroes. I note another grandchild of Manuan staring at me with power behind her eyes. Well, well, someone who might be able to give me a fight. I shall relish destroying her.

I laugh evilly as my gaze turns upon her fully.