It was euphoric, casting such curses that he had previously only fantasized of. To torture on such an insidious level, to latch onto the nerve endings of another being and manipulate them in a way that caused pain on a higher level. Pain that made the bridge between life and death nebulous. To kill, swiftly and cleanly. Lifting his head up, he peered over to where she still stood, her fists on her hips as she waited for an explanation. Would she still have been worried- still missed him- if she knew he had spent the night killing his father and grandparents?