"You have spoken my question."

"Then the answer should be obvious: I want you to leave."

The grin turned sly. "But I shall not. Your tower is crafty and well protected, and I have spent much time gaining entrance. I demand my due time of you."

"Speak your piece and get out. I have no time for such as you."

The darkness grew larger before him. "But you have devoted much time to me already. Everywhere my children are hunted by your agents. My deepest nests burn in the night and my young cry their last."

A smile touched the man's lips. "Good."

Blacker eyes in the darkness narrowed and it moved forward slightly, brushing aside furniture. The man stepped back. "Do not taunt me, for I have not the patience and may slay you before I intend. Speak the ills I have done you, Damian Knight, so that I may wonder at my own foolishness."

The man looked down for a moment at the numbers that continued to flash beneath the desktop. He touched the surface, and the screens dimmed and faded away. A light came on above him and cast his shadow on the desk. He looked up and faced the darkness.

"You've done nothing to me, spirit."

"Then I have harmed your precious corporation. Have I weakened Ares Macrotechnology in some manner I have forgotten?"

"No. My only losses connected to you have been ammunition expenditures."

A tendril of darkness lashed out over the man's head and struck the light. The fixture shattered and sprayed metal and glass across the room. Darkness swelled behind a flashing rake of teeth. "Then why do you burn my nests?"

"Because you are."

"My spawn damned for simply being? Then likewise are you. For their essence I take yours."

The man's eyes widened slightly. "My soul is mine to give. You cannot take what is not yours."

The darkness hissed. "I am the form incarnate: all is mine to take." It lashed out and struck at him from every corner of the room. Blinding silver blocked the darkness as veins of white fire shot up through the marble floor and created a circle around the man and the desk. The darkness stepped back and black talons scratched brilliant sparks as they probed the borders of the ward.