Pursha rejoices and starts making plans

Pursha was gloating over the remains of the Master of the Keys. She had done it. Finally, she had done it!

She had met every single one of her elementary needs. In fact, she had done more than that. She had released the raging beast within the confines of her mind. Oh, yes, it had feasted. Feasted well, indeed. Enough to be content for a long time. Afterwards she had mastered it. Finally. She recalled other times, when she had been unable to do so. The consequences had been terrible. She had raged for ages, driven by primeval, demonic needs. She had been nothing but a mindless creature of chaos and destruction. She had cut a devastating path of wreaked souls through whole populations of living beings, human as well as other species. She had been a **** of ones even more powerful than her. She had succumbed to their carnal demands, and she had hated it. When the rage had been over, she had been crushed. She had been nothing but a torn shell of disorder and passion. And ****. The time she needed to recover had always been painful. Even the lowest summoner had been able to conjure and master her. Demons from other planes had hunted for her. Haunted her. And the beast had grown strong again, until the next time it shattered the fragile barriers of protection, she had constructed to protect her sanity. For ages she had failed to break through this endless circle of fury and humiliation. But now she had done it after all.

Burning with an inner fire of power, she surveyed her surroundings. The office of the Master of the Keys was unobtrusive at best. If anything, it reflected the pitiful mediocrity of its last user. He had duly paid for his incompetence. What a knucklehead. Mischievously smiling, Pursha held the key, the dead wizard had given her. How could one be so stupid, to hand the master key over to another person? Pursha hadn't believed her fortunes. But it had been true. With that key at her service, it had been child's play to fine-tune her shield of protection. With that key, and certain added spells, even a demoness as powerful as her, was virtually invisible to the demon wards all over this place. Even the veins of the magic web so elaborately spun by the head master and his associates posed no threat any longer. At least as long as she stayed within the sphere of influence of the master key. But that was the problem: She was free to roam the college. But she was still prevented from leaving it.

Which meant, her initial plans still had to be executed. Just with more haste and slight deviations. Even though she had surrounded the office with a sound shield as well as a wall of power, it couldnt not be excluded that the enormous outburst of chaos magic had remained undiscovered. If somebody skilled enough performed a very detailed examination of this disturbances, he might be able to unveil its source. Of course, it wouldn't be done in a few hours. But given time, a competent wizard might come to the right conclusions. No, Pursha had no time to waste. But at least, she had now the means to bring her plans to blossom.

First she went over to the remains of the silly magician. She had consumed his life blood. Now his essense was part of hers. In less than a wink her appearance changed again. A quick look in a small mirror on the desk proved, that her disguise was perfect. She looked exactly like the Master of the Keys had looked in life. To round out her image, she actually took a cloak from his wardrobe and donned it over her shoulders. Nothing served better to complete an illusion than mixing parts of reality into it. Pursha knelt down and searched through the pockets of the mage's blood stained trouser and his discarded cloak. Thoughtfully she took the set of keys and a short, wodden stick from the corpse. She regarded the items. She knew every lock a key would open, and the use of the magical wand too. Sometimes, inherting the memories of her victims was a pest. But at times like these, she really liked that aspect of draining a living being's essence. Smiling, she whispered a word of power, flicked her fingers and desintegrated the remains of the lifeless body. A few hours ago, such a mighty spell would have been impossible. Now it was just a matter of a thought. It helped, that the mage had been dead anyhow.

Pursha stood up and smirked. She felt splendid. Tonight, she would leave the College of Light Shadow. And nobody would stop her.