“Okay… Thanks for coming to my defense earlier.” Faira’s attention turned to Rosaline as the woman spoke.

Faira ran a hand through her hair as the woman finished speaking. “Isn’t that just wonderful,” she whispered.

Looking to the portrait at the bottom of the stairs, she took a couple steps toward it, stopping at the base as Adriane continued forward a few more steps. Her eyes grew wide as the paintings multiplied, the man’s eyes boring into them from each painting, almost taunting them. Faira turned, looking down the hall as the paintings spread, before looking back to the first.

She gasped at the painting that now hung there, looking as if a talented, yet psychotic child had drawn it. She shook her head disbelievingly at the gruesome scene, taking half a step back as Adriane, too, noticed the painting and turned to her.

She watched, her heart thundering against her chest and mouth agape, as Adriane turned back into his demon form.

She gasped and stumbled back as the demon stepped toward her.

[b] "My my my what have we here? The innocent girl is a brutal killer now?"[/b]
“No, no!” she whispered hoarsely. “I-I’m not a… a…” she swallowed hard, her frightened eyes meeting the demon’s as he continued to speak the proposal of his game. “[i]What?[/i] No!” She took a couple more hasty steps away from the demon. “I-I’m not going to try to kill you!” Her voice rose an octave as she said “kill.”