There is a small dance of victory in Seishu's head as he feels the very faint rumble beneath his fingers. [i]'Whoo! I can now call them up on command! This is great. Now if I could only make them louder. . .'[/i] His attention diverts for a millisecond as Rasha tells Rue to try. [i]'Good little dream, so you've noticed as well! I don't think even Little bite or Enasi has noticed yet. . . At least not to the direction it's all heading'[/i] His enthusiasm builds a bit as he tries to deepen his counterpart's purring, however after far too short a time devouring that delectable little dish beneath him the Dream Guardian pushes him back gently and he stops without a fuss. Not that he doesn't want to fuss, in fact he normally would, however as he pulls back from Enasi he can feel a familiar, and far less pleasant than what Enasi aroused, heat that causes his mind to begin throbbing.

“Oh, c'mon Rue, you can do better than that!” Inui is already beginning to breath a little heavier, his eyes pleading to be let go while his body seems primed for more, however Rue stops in the middle of what he's doing, much to the confusion of the other two. While Inui is grateful, he knows there is only one thing that would distract the fairy from having fun like that and make him go completely still. 

“Rasha. Up and off the bed.” The words are whispered quite softly by Inui, and for an instant the trickster does not move. However a moment later Rue tugs on him and together the three of them dismount as one. Rasha looks at Seishu, worry sinking deep into his eyes as he sees the man fall back on to the pillows breathing hard, and not in a good way. 

Rue darts out of the room top speed and races for Crios's office. Meanwhile Inui looks up and Rasha. “What's wrong?” he whispers, a whimper in the back of his throat. 

Inui looks to the increasingly distraught guardian's face and shakes his head a little. “I don't know. Normally his pain doesn't set on this fast, and,” He looks o Seishu's hands, the nails of one digging into the flesh on the back of his hand on the other, “I've never seen him to that before!” His voice is quiet, but still panicked. As the two watch in horror Seishu becomes more and more enraged, his eyes closed tight as his energy begins cracking along his skin in black and white blue bolts. The cracking sound grows louder and louder as the bolts grow bigger and bigger. All dreams and minions nearby can feel the increase in negative energy and begin moving away from it. All save for those in the room, Rue, Crios, and the siblings, who took off towards the room the instant they sensed the increase.

Behind those tightly closed eyes a horrible sight plays through his mind. He can see, as if through another's eyes, as one of the nurse maids from the palace is slowly tortured. The female minion, large and strong, a great protector, refuses to scream out in pain even as the hands behind the torture slices into her again and again. Seishu lets out a whimper, tears flowing freely down his cheeks as one of he breasts if first split open, then ripped off by the bare hands of the one whose eyes he's seeing through. At last she folds, the fingers tearing through her flesh becoming too much. 

The Nightmare Guardian tries desperately to block out the sound, his hands going from being clutched in front of him to clawing at his ears as he pained screams find their way through his mind as if he's right there. The hand with his symbol on his is glowing brightly, the blood streaking across it from the clutching doing nothing to hide the harsh pulsating light. His own screams join hers in a sick kind of chorus as the blade lashes out once more, and he recognizes it. He can not form words, the horror of it all sapping all ability to be coherent, or even careful. He's seen many of his underlings killed on the battlefield, but never in such a torturous manner, and most certainly not looking upon the scene as if he's the one causing it. He can understand what is happening, that he is not truly the one slowly dismantling the brave woman, however his soul rips with the pain of it none the less, the perspective, and what is left of him in the blade filling the gaps between what is real, and what is being forced into reality.