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The walls around Devilstrider dissipated. One second they were as forbidding and solid as the ground itself, the next they were gone. The ground rose around Guilt instead, boxing her off from the outside world. The air itself took on a different quality, and even went unnaturally still. A vague sensation was the only indication of movement, and before long the box grew unnaturally hot. The walls began to glow with their own heat, revealing a face in the wall.

[i]{Miss Day.}[/i]

The words didn't come from anywhere in particular, but appeared in the box as vibrations of sound. 

[i]{You can probably guess who I am. So let me describe your situation instead.}[/i]

The walls grew clear, yet didn't otherwise change. The light became blinding, the heat sizzling against exposed skin. Currents of molten rock flowed around the cube, carrying dark tones and odd shine.

[i]{I'm the most reasonable of my siblings, so I would talk to you before I inflict any punishment. Here we are ten miles beneath the Earth's surface. If anywhere were to hold you, it would be here. So I request. End your needless persecutions. This is a home for mortals with powers. We can offer you a whole life. A healed life. Put down your burdens and accept our succor. You were robbed of a home. A family. Lovers. Children. Do you not want to breathe the air with your own lungs? See the world through your own eyes? Have someone know you, Maya Day, not as the child's boogeyman that haunts the streets?}[/i]