Don't look back in anger, I heard her say

the devil is not as black as he is painted The question? You want to know the question? Oh honey! Who says you're even allowed to take this test? The air is suddenly awake with screams and cries. A casual listener might interpret them as harsh and guttural sounds of pain, but someone in their midst - someone like Otem perhaps - would know them for what they really were: maniacal and constant peels of laughter. The spirits were not angry. Not in the sense you'd expect anyways. Oh they were plenty cross and furious, but now they had someone to play with. Someone to take all of their pent-up rage out on. The Helovian's were not the only ones who had been displaced in space and time. Hadn't the labyrinth been sucked unceremoniously into Helovia? Hadn't that lavender she-bitch propped herself up at the centre of it once, flailing about as if she owned the place? Ha. Double ha. “Lookie lookie," A voice hisses from a gust of wind that suddenly blows past with a brief but icy embrace. “Stomp closer stone-foot, won't you?" Rift Havoc