Lust had absolutely no idea what city she was in at the moment, but she was enjoying herself immensely. She was surrounded by drunken high school students and the air was thick with physical lust. She reached into the sack on her hip and retrieved a handful of shimmering purple dust. She blew it at the mortals around her, increasing the desire, nudging them toward decisions they would all regret come morning. She stayed long enough to see that it had worked, then headed out, eager to see what else the town had to offer her.
As soon as she stepped into the street she grinned. Someone nearby wanted vengeance so badly they could taste it. She headed toward the source of the yearning, trying to recall the last time she'd worked with that particular desire. It had been a long time. She paused when she came to an old, bare bed frame, debating whether to jump into the hole.
After a moment she had an idea and pulled out a snow globe. It was one of North's, and she'd managed to pick it up without a fuss a while back. She had no idea whether he even knew it was gone. She whispered the words 'Pitch Black's lair' into the globe and threw it. She stepped into the portal, pocketing the globe again when she was through and once again following the trail that had led her here. She wasn't surprised when it ended at the throne of the Nightmare King himself. "Ah shouldah known it was you. Ah haven' felt such a longin' foh vengeance since the Trojan Wah." She spoke with an unmistakable Southern accent.
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