Mm… Delicious.

He wasn't quite sure where he was, really; all Chayden was certain of was that there was a good taste of insanity in the air. And, hand-in-hand with insanity... Fear. Mm... It made his mouth water, as a fine tremor shook him from head to toe. It called to him, like a lover's whisper. And that just couldn't be denied.

In truth, he wasn't quite inside the Pit of Havoc. Instead, he hovered over it in a sort of trance. On one hand, that lingering fear was beckoning to him, trying to tempt him downwards, into the Pit. On the other hand however, he could feel the power just radiating outwards from this pit. It wasn't anything like what he'd ever encountered in the Dreamscape.

Apparently, Vay hadn't caught up him him. Shame. She would have nagged at him until he made a decision. Better yet, she'd tell him about how this was an utterly stupid idea, and they should just turn back. Even though, mm, she would be able to feel the fear too. He absolutely loved what the hunger did to his sister. Besides, he owed her for that little jest earlier, didn't he?

But, should he dive in on his own? Vay would hate it…

And, that was all the encouragement he needed.

Leaving a tiny thread of energy from the Dreamscape, Chayden plunged into the darkness, headfirst. Seeing wasn't a problem, really. He just used a sort of echo-location, throwing out threads of the Dreamscape's energy and waiting the millisecond it would take to bounce back. It was a little trick he'd learned awhile ago; good thing it worked outside of the Dreamscape.

He could practically taste the lingering fear here. Mm… Delicious.

The moment he delved into the darkness, the horrendous pressures of Insanity and Fear came to close in on his mind and body... but most importantly, his soul, given that he had one. Moments became hours, as if he had been falling for an indeterminate amount of time, awaiting the bottom that wasn't there. As he fell, gigantic vertical, horizontal and diagonal slits appeared all across the darkness, instantaneously opening to become menacing, insane eyes. None of them could be focused on one single point, always darting about, however at least one was always on Chayden at all times.

"Who are you that sinks into the Pit of Havoc? The ultimate source of Fear and Insanity in all Vescrutia? You aren't from this world NOR from this village... I can see all... And without good reason, I can see death on your head and your very soul between my teeth..."

Without warning, a mouth would appear in the vision of Chayden, eternally open to a pit swirling with an unstable, unknown sort of energy. Even though Chayden continued to fall, he would not touch the mouth, as it always stayed a fixed distance away.

"... Though I can easily see your intentions... Tell me, straight from your mouth... Who are you and why are you here? If I feel the slightest untruth in you, this mouth... MY mouth, shall consume you, instantly breaking apart your body, mind and soul and separating them into my stomach for separate digestion..."

Now the pressure of Fear was something he welcomed. It simply seemed to sink into him, being devoured by Chayden himself. A little moan escaped his lips; oh, to have full bellies of fear! How delightful! As the time pressed on, Chayden found himself intrigued. Oh, this was strange indeed. Nothing like this had happened to him in his centuries in the Dreamscape. The insanity was easily manageable too, for the Ītādorīmu. He'd seen his fair share of it in the Nightmares.

"How utterly boring."

To Chayden, his voice sounded a tad warped, as he gradually slowed his descent, all four wings pumping with quite a bit of strength. It sent great gusts of wind downward into the pit, and pulled him up just short of this gaping mouth. He almost laughed at it. Trying to eat him? Pitiful. Chayden wasn't even sure if he could die. Sure, his body on this plain, but he was pretty sure he'd just get booted back to the Dreamscape.

"I am Chayden Chavis; Ītādorīmu. I hunger."

His voice had a bored drawl to it. Chayden's stomachs were full from all that Fear, and he was quite content. In fact, also just a tad sleepy. Mm… In any case, the satisfied Ītādorīmu wasn't inclined to be hostile. Now, more than ever, he was just curious. His lavender gaze swept the eyes over with a distant interest, probes of the Dreamscape's energy reaching out to test the illusions. Interesting. They seemed to be composed of the same basic things. A piece of the Dreamscape brought to this plane… Whatever that was.

The eyes narrowed as he seemed to be unaffected by the intense amounts of Fear or Insanity... And the powers that he had reminded him of the witch of the Baku Witch, Friday, whom had similar connections... But that wasn't the point right now. They eyes were angered, and would instantly begin to counteract such insanity and fear by taking them right away the same way it had been given, and continued to drain him with these adverse effects.

"You hunger? I shall make you starve for your insolence, then... I will show you a death worse than that of a normal one... I shall show you a death where you don't and have not existed..."

That's when things got real. Reality started to warp now... the very fabric of space, time and all sense of logic became warped inside of the mouth as it slid closer and closer to Chayden. It took in portions of the pit with it, as it was no illusion... It was definitely real now. Chayden was in real danger. The top of the pit had become a mouth as well with the same effects, sliding ever nearer... The resident here surely did not like guests.

Chayden didn't panic as his wings pumped himself away from the mouth. He made note of the one above him with a rolled eye.

"What, does someone live here or something?"

He reached back along the thread of the Dreamscape and opened a quick tear. It was ragged and quite sloppy, but it served to get Chayden out of the way of the immediate danger. It didn't take him long to close up that tear, but it was a little tiresome. Why waste energy like that? Eh, it was better than having that thing waiting for him next time he wanted to come back home.

Judging from the depth of the Pit, he flew upwards quite a ways until he reached the height of what he assumed was the top of the Pit. Not wanting to misjudge, he rose another... Oh, say two hundred feet before tearing another wide hole and shooting through. He was now hovering quite a long ways above the Pit, and it seemed eerily quiet. Where did those mouths go? Chayden wasn't in the mood to wait and find out. With full stomachs to brag about, he lazily started winging his way back to Vay, where-ever she might be.

From the blackness a head arose with eyes narrow and a smirk on the face. It was the lord of the 'house,' Khrona. He was snickering to himself.

"... Heeheehee. Aw, did I scare him off? He's so boring and dry. Can't even have a little fun with people these days..."

Of course, Khrona wasn't actually going to completely and utterly erase him from reality where he and the very fiber of his existence and any previous memory of him would be instantaneously erased never to be seen or heard again. Khrona just liked to play like that... Mess with people.

"... Ah well. If he comes back, I'll give him an even better welcome~! Maybe I'll have my daughter try to eat his matter, or my sister try to 'cleanse' him with that damn goddess..."

Khrona shook his head and shrugged his shoulders, dispersing into nothingness.