Lila sat in her new 'home' looking over one of the many books that she had 'acquired' in the last six months. The rest of her collection was piled around her in the section of the warehouse she treated as her own, private quarters. A pair of her imps moved to sort and pile the tomes in a somewhat orderly fashion, so that Lila might be able to return to them when needed. The two growled and mumbled back at each other as they bumped and ran into one another again and again, coming to blows before a mere irritated glance from their mistress set them back to their work. 

With a sigh, the girl turned back to her book, it was a piece on the post modern system that had grown to be called Chaos magick, it was simple enough to understand, but like so many other grimoires and manuals she had read, each new revelation only lead to further questions, which could only be answered by finding older, more indepth books on the subject of magick. Ever since she had been rescued, and her powers awakening, she had felt that this new world she was a part of, must in some way be studied and better understood. What better way than to look at the works of those who claimed to master more traditional forms of magick? She had no idea if they were right or not, but according to the books, that was irrelevant. All that mattered was will, faith, and sacrifice. Be it time, sanity, blood, or life, all power demanded sacrifice. She was determined to discover what sacrifice she was making for hers.