Sliding the door half shut, Koya stripped out of her clothing as she walked, leaving it where it fell. She was never this untidy, but was too tired to do anything about it now.

Falling into her soft, cool sheets, she was asleep in moments, sleeping nearly as sound as Dalia, across the hall.

His voice was thick with lust or sleep, his breath stirred the silky hairs that were tucked behind her delicate ear. His body lay down beside her, pressing into the bed. She could not see him, not yet, but he spoke to her.

"It is I, Zillah. You are in my bed, my little lotus blossom. I can touch you, if I want to." He kissed her cheek, her throat, hands still caressing her over her clothing. His body pressed against her, his length a firm presence beside her, the bed dipping as if he were truly laying there. Her fear was delicious, he fed on it, and manifested.

Zillah appeard beside her, nearly atop of her, as if he were still alive. He smiled, seductive and as beautiful as ever. Muscles rippled as he placed her hand over his bare chest, he appeared to her naked. "You are in my room, Koya Ran, in my bed. You expect me to let such a succulant little blossom go a day longer without my expert touch? Trust me, you will not regret it." His tongue was making it's way across her throat as her head was thrown back, lost in the sensation. He knew how lonely she was, and he definately knew how to please the body, be it a woman OR a man.

Zillah was dead and gone, but not really. He was here, for his sister, to insist he be brought back. Khoss had done it once before, but in their banishment from his lands, Zillah had been murdered alongside Mara, Belle, and Dalia.

Zillah was a bit angry at his sister, for he felt Chiana's resurrection, and he was bitter. It should have been HIM she brought back first, not some tramp that didn't belong in Hell, anyway.

Nibbling Koya's earlobe as his hand slid her skirt up to her waist, fingers stroking the soft, delicate flesh of her inner thighs. A whisper, his scent filling her nostrils, pleasing and subtle. His voice, also a whisper, in her ear, "I want you to go to my sister, and tell her I am here, waiting for her. But first, I will take you. You are trespassing, after all. You won't mind, will you my tender blossom?"

His hands became more adventurous, more intimate. Her body was reacting, whether or not she wished it to. He smiled at her, staring into those lovely dark eyes, shifting to lay atop her. His weight taken on his arms, he settled between her legs, allowing her to feel how much he desired her, it had been so long.

Zillah's form was shoved psychically off the woman, and he laughed, loving the spunk this one must have. He just might be in love! Of course, in life, Zillah was in love every other day. He did have a fondness for spirited woman, however. A weakness for the gifted ones, the beautiful and strong ones.

Gathering himself together, for her strength was powerful and his manifested body had been shattered, he settled on the bed that used to be his playground. Invisible, but still present, Zillah laughed and waited for his sister to come running. She would, he was sure. If not, there would be hell to pay.

Koya had heard them, and jealousy twisted in her gut like bad sushi. She growled and paced the room, picturing in her mind each lascivious act the two were committing in the room just next to hers.

One of them, probably that newly turned Chiana, was projecting like a radio, and Koya was wracked with passion and lust, shuddering as waves of pleasure radiated through the walls. If this kept up much longer, she was going to break the door down and throw herself in the middle of things!

She paced, sweating heavily despite the air cranked up in her room, fans spinning frantically. She was hot to the touch, inside and out, despite the fact that all she wore was a kimono that hung open over her shapely frame.

Thankfully, they came to a groaning, moaning, screeching climax together, and Koya literally collapsed onto the floor, panting and whimpering, unfulfilled and nearly in pain due to her arousal. She heard Ash moving around the building, felt the entrance of a darkness downstairs, but she was unable to move, unable to seek out the evil she sensed and warn Dalia.

All Koya could do was lie there, panting, and pray that Ash would find her.