"Yes." it paused, gesturing with a firm horizontal waving motion, using one of its hanging tendrils. Raven would find every instance of her death, now exposed on pedestals positioned symmetrically along the hallway she had just walked through. Each in the same striking pose before death. "Home."
The entity closed the gap between itself and Raven in a swift, fluid motion. It stood dangerously close to her. Its tendrils shifting around, as if looking for something. It then spoke again. "Another piece of the puzzle. Father never failed to dissappoint, even if pieces fight. it pondered before continuing its inspection upon the newest guest to be welcomed under its roof. A sense of familiarity in you. A sliver of Father's presence resting within.
"Test the sharpness of your sword against another. And when that is not enough, unsheathe your cunning as the hidden dagger that ends the fight."
