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Zarul grinned as he looked down towards a portal to the World of the Living. How the humans had such pitiful little lives, Zarul knew that the humans were playthings for his grand scheme and he had just been informed that a few new "contestant" had been chosen to survive his falling corridor. He did hope one of them would win and have the eternal honour of becoming his slave. Zarul applied some silver lipstick and grinned, he really wanted to visit the World of the Living, to hell with the Grimm leaders plans, Zarul would have no part of it....for now. He looked down towards the portal and jumped through, feeling fresh air on his perfect skin made him gasp and he landed silently on a building top. He walked towards the edge of the building and looked down, he than began to dance in a strange ritiualistic state not aware of who was behind him.