A.N.: Finally: Inspiration!

B-l-i-n-k-e-r-d-i-n-k!

Creeping slowly-ever so slowly- you approach a slightly ajar door. It was obvious to your notorious demonic senses that there were two strong beings within the spacious area that lay beyond the musky old door, but it was hard-even for your luminescent eyes-to gather the exact details.

Your notations were confirmed when voices mingled with the stale air.

"Ah! I-I saw something! Hold me-" exclaimed an evidently paranoid voice. There was a shift in the air. Had someone abruptly stirred?

"As if I'd want to touch a damned, infernal whelp such as you-gwah-let go!" another responded. Again, there was a flurry of movements that ended with an audible crash into fragile objects.

This war, probably more interesting for those with adept hearing, waged for many minutes. But now, you decided, was your time of action! Shoving a hand into one of the many pockets of your night robe, you charged down the wooden laths that made up your stairs.

As you neared within range of your device, you drew the worst weapon in the entire world: a camera. There was a flash, too unexpected and quick for the vampires to protect their eyes, and the scene was forever locked within its digital world. One, rather pallid with a widow's peek had a blue skinned abomination pinned down in a rather submissive way.

The creature's, whose eyes were more radiant than even yours, upper jar-for he was missing his lower half-quirked upward in the parody of a smirk. "I thought you said you didn't want to touch me, Kain."

Truly, you did not expect to see this, even in your own home.

A house on a cliff: $400,000.

Various furnishings and daily necessities: $236,741 and rising.

The picture you just took: Gain an enormous fortune by selling it on eBay to morbid yaoi fans.

Slowly, the one identified as Kain throttled the snickering creature and promptly sauntered to the edge of a cracked wall as if he had not been in such a. . . questionable situation.

Carefully placing the camera back into its proper place, you glare at them. Interesting or not, they were still invading your home-your personal space! So you just had to give them a piece of your mind.

"What's up?"

Kain lifted a talon in an upward direction with blank look on his angled face.

The other, who you've decided to call Bob Frank, shook his acid-eaten face at his adored companion. "You TRULY are old." He then faced you. "Well, I'll speak for us both when I say, we have no idea where we are and thus, nothing good."

You bobbled your mess of blood red hair, satisfied with the answer for now.

The older one, feeling rather miffed, decided that he needed to say something in the least. "So, demon, can you grace me with your name."

It was a statement, not a request. How rude!

Will you make up a fake name to humor this rude individual? If so, go to NOT YOU!? KAIN'S SECRET!

Or will you decide to be polite, though this Kain probably doesn't deserve it, and give him your true name? If so, go to WORLD OF NETHER 101