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: The place in which Cole found himself was
: at the foot of a marble dais which led up
: an impressive flight of stairs to a throne
: made of the finest platinum. Around him
: was a room with a high-vaulted ceiling
: made of gold lined with a silver trim, and
: sitting on the throne was an albino human
: with deep blood red pupiless eyes. The
: figure also wore a suit of gleaming white
: plate armor and had two broadswords
: strapped onto his back.
: As the Demon sat on his throne and
: surveyed the new arrival, he casually took
: his right hand and wrapped it tightly
: around a chain that was attached to a
: silver collar latched around Terri's neck.
: The poor girl had seen better days. She
: was lying on the steps before the Demon
: wearing a dark blue version of a lady in
: waiting costume and took no notice of
: neither her rescuer nor her captor.
: Looking both wasted and exhausted, The
: Dreamer gave a slight groan of pain as a
: ribbon of golden energy flowed from her,
: through the chain attached to her collar,
: and into the Demon itself. As the energy
: reached him; the creature rolled its head
: back, basking in the energy it consumed,
: and nodding its head with approval.
: Smiling at Cole the Mentalist, the
: creature finally addressed him in a
: cruelly wicked voice,
: "I am The Treabor, Lord of this Realm.
: And who, pray tell, are you?" The
: creature began to lick its lips in
: anticipation, wondering if the life
: essence of this new arrival would be just
: as sweet as the maiden's own.
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"Iris, I believe I have just encountered the entity responsible for Terri's condition." Cole whispered into his mic-headset. The mentalist then cleared his throat before answering Treabor. "*Ahem* I am Cole Del Tigre, mentalist. I have come here to retrieve the young girl you hold prisioner. Let her go, creature, or God help me I will kick your-"
"I am the only god here!" Treabor bellowed from high atop his throne, not impressed by Cole's manner. Then with a simple hand gesture by the dream demon, the floor Cole stood shook as tendrils burst from the ground ensnaring the mentalist. "Your spirit is strong, but you are a fool to think you can beat me here, in my own domain."
"Of course I think I can beat you, you're just a demon. Besides," the man in black continued "I thought that this was Terri's 'domain,' aren't we both in her mind!?!" The tendrils now pinned the mentalist to the ground and continued pulling as if to quarter him. "Ooh big scary demon has to pick on a young girl, and on top of all that your just someone else's lackey!" Cole reminded Treabor, laughing at the dream demon as the tendrils pulled tighter.
"SILENCE!!!" Treabor yelled, Cole's last insult apparently getting to him. "Once I break you spirit," the demon threatened Cole "I shall feed on your dreams as well!"
"Not likely." Cole smiled before liquifying himself(!)and sliding free of the tendrils' grasp, reforming himself a short distance away. "Freaky, huh?" the man in black continued. "So do you have anything else you want to throw at me or do I just slap you around a lot until you give Terri up?"
