Mary breathed.
Deeply.
Slowly.
It was, difficult, to focus. As she stepped slowly down the stairs into the heart of The Diamond, the energy that swirled around her was truly intoxicating. She wasn't even experiencing pain of her own yet, she was just feeding solely off the suffering and agony of the dozens above. Their bones cracking. Their heads knocking together. Their bodies being beaten apart. It all fed Mary like a constant stream of ecstatic energy. What did she ever need the demon for when she had this?!
"Obsiiiidian, come out to play, little boy..."
Mary's sing-song voice echoed down as she fully entered. Looking around, she grasped the nearest thing to her. A massive oak booth table, bolted to the floor with 4inch screws that went into the concrete foundation. Ripping it out as though it were a plastic table from her own office, she chucked it. It was so light- no- it weighed nothing in her hand. It flew across the bar and shattered against a wall, destroying anything in its path.
"Or I's gonna break, everythin', in here..."
She could feel them, the warm hands of her brothers, pushing on her back. Pushing her forward. Obsidian would die tonight.