Silver Creek yea, though i walk through the valley of the shadow of death

satisfaction - a word that iliksis had long disdained, for the only satisfaction the beast ever pursued was his own primal urges. he had little care and even less understanding for pursuing the pleasure of others; no -- the world was shaped and bent to his whim, and he would defile it to his own endless enjoyment.

all the same a flicker of something -- perhaps even satisfied -- crossed his dull eyes. she would know soon enough about the man behind the curtain -- but for now he would play this little game, bait her into believing him -- possibly even to heighten his own enjoyment when he systematically destroyed her and the world of lies he had built around her.

that would be a fun game.

a small smile appeared, no more genuine or kind than the gleam of a serpent's mouth. "that would be the dream." he purled, noticing that somehow his heart rate had elevated and an old, familiar feeling had come slinking around his form: "and are you satisfied, being here?"