You stared for a moment at the girl who'd waken. She was one of the frequent wakers, and certainly not dangerous unlike some others; at least so far. Human, long black hair, lilac eyes; eyes staring out the window of your complex into the safe darkness of the underground (or was it space; you were unsure at this point of anything more than the tower and the damned monsters you'd stolen all of them from) with some confusion. She turned to you.

"Where is this place? Where are my friends? Who are you? …What are you?"
"Don't fret precious, I'm here. Step away from the window and follow me."

She stared back at you for a moment as though she didn't understand, but your little Knight of Doom had always been so intuitive; soon she did as you asked, following you back to her chamber.

Granted, it was not hers alone; all the humans were here, but you did not let her innocent mind know that.

"Lay down child; go back to sleep."

She nodded gently, the movement hardly noticeable, at least, it would be to one used to her moving about. You were not in this category. She then laid herself back on her dark green slate, the energies around it quickly pulling her back into the safe state.

Frequent wakers like her only existed because you had the facility focus more of the energy on those who were dangerous; who would cause havoc if they woke at the wrong time; and your lovely, darling sister. She would never approve of this; she'd rather they all die fighting than live without their permission.

You'd seen the outcome of her ignorant world however. Painful for her, and an end for everything. Most of the elders hated you for what they knew you were going to do; but one taught you how to build the sMachine. You didn't know what the s stood for, but you liked to guess things like sleep, supposition, shield, storage, salvation, or safeguarding.

For now you took stock: Forty-eight Trolls, correct, sixteen Humans, correct, one young Cherub, correct sadly, and one Seralp; your sister, correct. Safely tucked away from the monstrous Cherubs ending the universe outside your safe tower.

You loved to look at them all; peaking into their shared dream. In it you prepared them. In the dream their homes were gone. In reality, it was the same. Family was gone as well. If you knew pity you were sure you'd feel it.

To save energy monitoring the dream you'd 'killed' some of them off. Oh they would be happy to see one another again once the time came to wake them. You'd also combined the 'games' they were in for the same reason; this had changed much of the 'game' as it went, but many died regardless of the change, just not exactly the same few.

You flew up to where you kept your sister, whispering into her ear so nothing else could pollute her thoughts for the time being.

"Pay no mind what other voices say, they don't care about you like I do."

Also, so she wouldn't feel the pain that she'd never learned the meaning of. You knew; the pain of the dying. She only picked up on the important ones in the long run; and when the war began, oh god the way she sung, or was it screaming? Oddly none could tell, including herself.

You'd been so young when it started, you and she. While you could slow, slow, slow the aging of the others, you couldn't stop her. Nor yourself. If cherubs were angels you were gods, but at your own bodies your power ceased. Pathetic, but balancing in the only way you could be. There were many more cherubs then there were of yours, but one of your own could take down hundreds without being run down. But hundreds couldn't match what there had been. Luckily, they fought among themselves as well. Once your army was ready surely you could destroy most of what was left.

The Knight of Time was another frequent waker; though he pretended it wasn't the case. He'd clamp his eyes shut tight trying to sleep again while the energies around him failed to do what they needed for some reason. You liked watching him, hearing him curse and squirm till you had mercy and turned the energy on him up just a tiny bit. His lovely red eyes would flash open just a moment, and he'd let out a little gasp; all on reflex, then he'd be back in the safe, but at times cruel world he preferred to the dark chambers around him.

One you enjoyed having wake up was a troll girl (only barely not a woman by troll standards but you didn't really care about that fact). She'd gush over 'how lovely it was not to be dead-looking in his bubble'; my my that you had one so intelligent as herself so tricked. Though, she did strike you as one who might have been one of your kind in another life: she could speak of terribly grim things with such a sweet little smile, and such enthusiasm. You could listen to the Sylph of Light drawl and ramble on for quite some time before suggesting she returned to her 'bubble'.

Sometimes ones that made you sad would wake up, Heir of Breath, Heir of Space, sometimes Knight of Doom did it to you, Heir of Doom, Witch of Space as of late, Mage of Doom, Rogue of Light, Knight of Blood, Seer of Blood (though he could also be terribly annoying), Sylph of Hope, Page of Time for sometime now, Prince of Hope was like that as well.

You hated it, that they could look you in the eye and make you think 'maybe this is wrong'.