"Oh, of course, all of you are welcome. Poor fellow had no idea there would be so many of you." Bob smiles at Kevin and Creed, both of whom received a drink of their own. The brew radiated a soft blue light, and the slight sound of distant screams could be heard as it sloshed around in the cup. Looking carefully revealed that the colourless liquid held strange distortions, faces, swirling around with the current, small specks of light, and merely looking at it seemed to in some way convey pain, as if the agony of hundreds had been gathered in this simple drink. Surprisingly, liquid suffering smelled like pie, which was disorienting to say the least. "You're welcome to stay as long as you want, feel free to play a couple of games. Tell me if you think of something you really want, those souls of yours look delicious. I'm sure there's some crafty demon who could fetch whatever your heart desires in the room."
As Mithias came forward, and knelt down, Bob practically beamed. Her face quite literally started glowing, waves of light flowing down her hair, as the floor turned to glass. Far below, an infinite sea of still water could be seen, as the entire style of the Lounge changed, glass pillars emerging from the roof, which was similarly formed from glass. A light rain hit the roof, the faint pattering of which could be heard throughout, Three suns shone brightly from far above, although somehow the illumination and shadows seemed not to shift for this new source of light, as if the world beyond the glass was completely separated from the room the party was in.
"You're such a dear, I swear. Oh, don't worry, I don't hold a grudge, but it's been far too long since someone apologized to me." With those words,a second head sprouted from her shoulders, giving a pointed look to Bug. She quite literally stared daggers, as he found a pair of them growing from his chest, as if they were plants. However, this second head soon melted into colourless sludge that fused with the floor, resulting in a chair for Bob to sit down in. "While I would love to have you clean the Theatre, I think I've tortured you enough for today. But you seem to have found yourself a Shard there. A physical manifestation of emotion. Those are quite the rarity, and non-sentient ones are normally limited to the Chaos Realm. How did you get that?"
Before Mithias could answer, Najimi and Asura spoke. However, before Najimi could even finish her sentence, Bob held up a single finger. She tried to speak, but found she no longer had a mouth, her lips had been fused together. Slowly, Bob's finger waved from side to side. "Uh oh. What a bad girl you are, aren't you? You just broke the rules, and that makes you mine." And as if her words were law, the ground opened up under Najimi. She fell through stormy skies, surrounded by thunder and lightning, the clouds rushing past her, as she plummeted towards a tumultuous ocean. Flight failed her, like a bird with broken wings, as her magic scraped to halt the grasping hand of gravity. The waters deep below swirled, a massive twisting cyclone reaching up towards her, a pillar of swirling water rushing upwards.
Metallic fingernails closed around her as the water struck, the water slipping in between immense fingers. Arcane knowledge and power seemed pointless, it was as if her formidable strength had been torn from her. She stood here, in darkness, before, finally, the great hand that held her opened. Her feet were knee-high in sand, a desert stretching as far as the eye could see, hundreds of eyes burning in the night sky, staring down at her as she attempted to pull herself free. Around her, she could see hundreds, children and men, clawing at the sand at their feet, ripping off their legs and dragging themselves forward by broken fingernails. Screaming, and shouting their thirst, in the perfect silence of death.
And as Bob looked on, once more, she fell into a further layer of darkness.
Najimi's body fell forward, face first onto the floor, even as the wave of serpentine hair receded. Breath was taken from her, and her soul could not be seen, as, to all appearances, she had been killed. Bob held out a hand, and clasped it tightly shut. When she opened it once more, a small doll could be seen in her hand, attached to a small metal ring. With almost meticulous care, she hung the miniature najimi on her left sleeve, where she remained unmoving. For a moment, the slight muffled screams of Najimi's soul could be heard, before she was completely silenced. "In my house, nobody uses their powers on another, except me. Those are the rules, plain and simple. God, Demon, or Conceptual Being, all obey my rules in my house."
She then turned to Teo, her face seeming far younger. "Don't worry, mr. Teo! Our drinks don't contain aaaaaaany alcohol."
