Fornicarus, in the form of a long serpent, had spent much of his day moving around the school buildings, discovering new things about the island, along with seeing many, many more females for the taking. He had left several females in hidden spots, sexually exhausted to the point of unconsciousness before coming here to the auditorium. The reason for this being that he had heard some sort of song playing, even this late at night.

And where there are songs, there are also people. More prey for the ancient being to have his way with, and that was all the reason he needed. The small serpent entered the auditorium, taking care to not alert anyone to his presence.

Fornicarus noticed, with all the lights off and only the moonlight coming in, a young female that seemed to be practicing for a ritual or some kind of event, for what exactly, he didn't care. All he cared about was the fact that he had found his next prey. He then abandoned his form and became immaterial like the air itself, flowing across the empty auditorium toward the dancing girl.

"Well, that's a first for me, getting discovered in my immaterial form." An amused voice, full of underlying laughter, rang out from the middle of the auditorium. "But as you wish, 'my lady', I shall show myself." Reforming his true body, the physical form of Fornicarus became more and more visible and solid, crushing the seats under his heavy weight. The monster towered over the female, nearly as huge as the room, his ridged tail moving around as his body shifted now and then.

Crossing both his lower and upper arms against his chest, Fornicarus grinned at Freya, amused by her ability to realize something was wrong before he had managed to attack her. "I suppose you wouldn't fall for any stories like me being a guardian spirit or something? And I'm going out on a limb and assuming compliments and flattery won't get me anywhere either?"

Fornicarus chuckled, somewhat surprised about the way this female was handling all this, and amused by the fact that he wasn't expecting this scenario at all. Surprises were what he craved the most.

"You may call me Forneus. If you know your myths, then you might remember me as one of the great demons summoned by King Solomon." Fornicarus bowed before Freya, grinning at the absurdity of the situation, even as his serpentine body shifted once again, breaking more chairs as he drew closer to the stage.

"Now, tell me, out of all the students at this academy I've... gotten to know to... so far, you happen to be the only one who is dealing with this situation in such a rational and composed manner?"

His thick serpentine lower body moved around, pushing aside the debris as Fornicarus stopped in front of the stage, staring down at the dancer. He was somewhat stumped, as not only was this female speaking to him normally, she was also warming up as well. Something people just didn't do when faced with him. Though, he remained silent, allowing her to speak, even as he kept staring at her.

Realization dawned upon him that this female probably had plenty of experience with monsters and was merely stalling for time while she planned her attempt to flee unscathed. Knowing this would be the most likely thing Freya was trying to do, Fornicarus decided to tear that plan apart.

"... Small chat aside, I'm sure you are aware that I didn't come here looking for a little friend to talk to, this isn't a tea party. You don't appear to be an idiot, so I will assume that you are aware that I am one of these 'monsters' that populate the island. Now... I'm sure you understand the concept of extortion, no?"

Fornicarus grinned at Freya, wondering what she would say to get out of this. "If you wish for me to leave your sister, this Persephone, untouched then what do you offer for her safety?"

Fornicarus chuckled, amused at how quickly diplomacy fell apart so quickly, not that it could be considered as true diplomacy anyway. "Then after I am done with you, I shall have to deal with your sister next!" The monster roared after the fleeing female.

Surging forward, the creature moved toward where Freya had ran for, chasing down the foolish female. "You cannot hide!"

Becoming immaterial quickly, Fornicarus became one with the air again and flowed after Freya rapidly, catching up with her quickly. "I am everywhere...." The wind seem to whisper, "There is nowhere you can go..."

Freay had not bothered deigning anything at Forneus had said to her, choosing to flee as quckly as she could. While not an athlete herself, the rigorous daily training she had gone through since childhood had given her the same fit physique of a runner. She was also light and naturally quick, so she ran as far as she could. The back of the theatre was like one large maze and she had put into account the demon's ability to become immaterial. The young woman had hoped he would tire of her or, at least, got herself to a safe spot.

She stopped a moment to take a quick breather, though she didn't look the least bit out of breath. Here was the infamous Williams stamina shining through in the elder sister, a stamina that was heartier than the younger sister's by far.

She smirked, oddly enough finding the chase rather exhilerating. It had been a while since she was able to feel the thrill of the chase--even if she was the one being chased.

"Like some phantom chasing after his living bride, I presume?" she said aloud to the air, mockingly before starting to run yet again.

Annoyed at the fact that she continued to elude him when she should have been in his gasp by now, the immaterial demon split up himself, flowing through the air in various directions, hoping to corner his prey. "No, perhaps more like a ghost chasing after another ghost, the way you seem to be able to stay ahead of me. That won't last forever, I'll get you in the end."

Having no need to stop and restore his energy and having complete visibility, seeing everything around him with no blind spots, in this form, Fornicarus spread himself out quickly, covering various areas and eliminating likely hiding spots, drastically crippling Freya's options. This maze would not last long against the extremely invasive 'ghost'.

"It won't matter where you run, you'll eventually be found. It won't matter where you hide, I'll search every inch for you. And once you're in my grasp," the voices spoke in unison across the back stage, "you will be the sorriest bitch in Shokushu, if not the sorest."

(Yes, I was watching V for Vendetta. )

It was pretty useless to just keep running like this, but come Hell or high water, she wasn't going down on anyone else's terms. And despite him being all around her, she wasn't as afraid as most would have been in this situation. She continued going around backstage until she arrived in the props room--easily the largest room located in the theatre besides the theatre proper itself.

Freya slowed her steps to a walk here, her icy eyes looking at the hanging backdrops. Cafes, dungeons, palaces, throne rooms, bathrooms; there were all sorts of sceneries hanging about and even full room sets as well. She came across the Louis-Philippe room set and scenery from the Phantom of the Opera production a few years back. She touched the swan bed's edge gently, before continuing onward, intent on not getting caught just yet.

As Freya moved past the bed as to continue on her escape, a sphere of blinding yellow energy flashed past, hitting the room set, causing a large explosion that sent broken props and ruined pieces of the set flying. From where the sphere had come, Fornicarus turned and stared at Freya, giving her a grin before becoming immaterial again.

Beyond that, the many backdrops used by the students were forcibly trashed, as another Fornicarus swung two of his right arms around, clearing the path for him before disappearing, becoming invisible again. Yet another one broke through the wall on the other side of the prop room, the third Fornicarus laughed and disappeared into his immaterial form.

"To quote another demon, Freya... My name is Legion, for I am many." Cold, cruel laughter filled the prop room, as multiple Fornicarus closed in on the female, the one directly in front of her the closest to her. "Caught like a rat in a maze, heh."

Freya was frozen on the spot, surprise clearly on her face, but only for the smallest of moments. Her expression went back to its normal humorless one as she slowly looked around herself. Ah, trapped indeed. And very litte moving or dodging room--not to mention escape space. Ah, what to do...what to do.

"I suppose I am," she said, in a rather uninterested manner. Proud right to the end, as they say. Her eyes roamed the props room, trying to quickly discern of a way to make her escape, but found nothing, but a heater nearby and several broken scenery and props. Hmm...