You colapse onto the soft, leather sofa. You feel at ease, ever since you have entered this mansion, you have felt drained and tired, but with a need to stay.

You begin to notice how beutiful you surrondings are. The keeper or this building has very good taste in style. But just as you are starting to enjoy it all, Fear shoots through your veins as you hear the doors around you lock.




You jump to your feet, terrified at what might happen. You try the handle of the door you entered. And are scared when you realize it will not open. You scramble to the door int he corner beside the sofa. And just as you try to turn the handle, the door you entered through blasts open.

Light from the hallway fills the room as a very powerful feeling man stands in the doorway, forbiding your exit of this room. His hair is dark, and strait to his neck. It appears wet and in small strands. His dark makeup clad eyelids are opened wide and expose deep brown eyes. His lips are smoothed in dark lipstick and his flesh is pale. He is wearing loose black vinal pants and a loose red satin long sleeve shirt. A pendent with a clear crystal hangs round his neck. His hands bare long fingernails and many ornate and beuatiful rings. Some of the rings are extreamly large and cover and entire finger. You stand still, shaking, wondering what is to happen. You can barely mutter the words "Hello, umm, is th..th..this your house?"

As soon as the words are mutterd, you are thrown to the sofa and he stands in front of you. You lean as far back into the sofa as you can as his face nears yours. He smiles a contoling smile and places his hands on the sides of your face.

In a slightly diturbing voice he says..."Hello, insect...Welcome to my home...You are welcome here for now...unless I find reason to believe you are in league with the Harpy, or the son of Paris!" His hands grip hard into your faace as you can feel his anger...

You are able to mumble the words..."Who are you...?"

He Answers sharply, still gripping your face..."I? Lord Pain Nathaniel Dehemerest...You may call me Lord Dehmerest."

"Who is the son of Paris and the Harpy?" You mutter.

His hands leave your face and his eyes glare deep into yours...his expression looks as though he is wondering if your question is sincere or a distraction. Finnaly, he says..."The two that wish my Love and I would part...We have reatreated into this world to escape them. Thy are two, yet their anger is one. They wish us not happiness, instead tehy wish us for their slaves."

The conversation ends as his right hand graps your throat as he shouts out his damands. "If you are sincere in your quest for knowledge and need a place to rest, then you mat stay...BUT if I find reason to believe that you are in some way spying to possibly lead them here! Then not even God will be able to help you!"

With that, he turns and exits the room, slamming the door behing him...

What do you wish to do?

Attempt to make your way back to the large main room.

attempt to open the door leading to the hallway.