[i][b]"We are the Princes favored children. The very embodiment of perfection of sensation, the bliss of damnation and Blight of salvation."[/b][/i] Serpentine shadows seem to coil out thin air in the light only to become intertwining coils of emerald light. They appear to focus on a form that refuses to form. Unintelligible whispers can be heard over the faint tune of music that makes her hair stand on edge. [b][i]"Tell us child, what you desire and we shall make it so. All you must do is see us as reality."[/i][/b]