Mia shrugs, as she opens a portal of her own. "I put the tracker on him. I can find him wherever he goes, no matter what he does to hide his presence, simply by tracing my own Black Blood. Even just the known Multiverse, the universes that we've explored and charted, is massive. He could be anywhere, even outside of the known Multiverse, Nobody knows where these 'Seals of Omega' are, and unless you're planning on selling your soul for the information (Bob looks up hopefully at this, quickly scanning the group for hints of desperation) I'm the only hope for saving the Multiverse." She stops, blinks, and then shakes her head. "Oooh, that felt strange. Oh well. I've tracked his movements, he's moving through a variety of universes, laying false trails, and he's hiding his own presence quite well. He's probably using some kind of relic to block all other sight, I couldn't even see his soul. You fools don't have even the smallest chance of tracking him down without some heavy-duty help. So, you can follow me, do what I say, and be my little cute minions until I decide to send you to your untimely deaths, or you can wait here and cry in a corner."
With her signature bright smile, Mia stepped through the panel of flickering blue light. And even as she did, it slowly began to close behind her. Normally, it would have closed instantly, but Stein had modified his portal devices to allow people to follow him. Of course, he usually did this to lead them to a trap, and thus their agonizing death or eternal torture at the hands of Mia. To say the least, the oldest members of the Lounge had bad memories of stepping through portals made by the Gorgon Family. It most certainly did not help that Mia had quite clear intention of sacrificing everyone here should it suit her.
On the other side, Mia stepped out into Hell. Literal or metaphorical, physical or spiritual, this was Hell. The long stone passageways were stained with blood from a hundred different races, from a hundred different worlds. The very walls seemed saturated in agony, as the high-pitched screams of victims could be heard resonating throughout the building. Locked iron doors led to small cells, where beings with no skin, no teeth, and no eyes had been staked tot he walls, long steel nails driven through their arms and legs, as an artificial enhancer kept them alive. One by one, she had taken everything from them. Their families, their hopes, their dreams..... their sanity. She had removed their senses, making their world a dark, black place. She had emptied them of everything, to give them an undiluted world, a pure existence. It was a world of pain, where all was defined by their sheer agony, where one soon discarded all conscious thought in exchange for an end to the torture.
Widely it was agreed that death was a far more agreeable fate than to be capture by Mia. Those who chose to fight the Queen of Pain, did so with cyanide pills in their pocket, and deadman bombs on their
At the end of the short walk was a large door, with no visible means of opening it. Few knew that only Mia could open this door without breaking it, by controlling the Black Blood in the locking mechanism. Rows upon rows of computers stretched out before her, the details of almost any civilisation in the known Multiverse. A massive database created by her father, perfected by her. Her servants worked the keyboards, twisted figures covered in rubber, their eyes replaced with large green goggles, their fingers long and slender, like twisted bone. These Zombies were Stein's trademark, formed with artificial souls and animated dead matter, often rebuilt with the most powerful parts from a variety of species. Mia, once again, had perfected the art.
