The battleship Nyarlethotep, named for a long forgotten dark god from another multiverse. Caim sat not in the Captian's Chair, but rather within the throne room in the darkest depths of the ship. Some said that his throne room wasn't even a part of the ship, but rather one of his many pocket dimensions connected by a Mobius Door. Tedd and Todd, the twin xenomorph chimeras sat chained to either corner of the room, metal rods protruding from what might be seen at vital points. This was especially evident given the control rod rising from the forehead of the creature. Each one remained completely docile, obedient, awaiting their master's orders and otherwise a lump of abominable tissue and bone.

Caim himself sat with fingers wrapped along the ornate obsidian and amethyst throne. He wore a militaristic uniform adorned in black for the main textures, purple for the accents and silver for the metals. Various medals adorned the left side of his torso, each one a proclamation of something evil. Cruel. Sadistic. His hair was short, a single bang falling over his forehead dyed violet unlike the rest of his raven locks. His already clawed fingers were adored by talon-like rings of platinum, seemingly welded into his flesh. Various weapons adorned the throne room, every inch of the walls covered in tools of war - and each one was significant to either history and/or power. His indigo eyes flashed and he began to scan the room with a bitter look upon his face.

Various women of exceptional beauty, along with feminine men of equal vanity moved about the room, providing various services to Caim; feeding him, taking orders, massaging him.Caim has quite the palette for the thrills of the flesh, insisting these people wore little to nothing in his presence. Hard to believe, these were not servants but rather those types of creatures so driven by the pursuit of a powerful, handsome, intelligent mate that they willingly served and doted upon him. Even the cruel punishments he inflicted upon them for their failures were overlooked; punishment without death left room to improve their stature with the lord and master.

"What's wrong, my lord? You seem lost in another place. Come back to us and let us ease your strife." Whispered an amber haired beauty. Caim looked to her with a cold stare, then sighed. "I grow weary of watching Kain try to piece his life, his very mind together. He's quickly falling back into old habits." Caim then sighed. "I suppose that if things continue down this path, I'll just have to repeat The Process." Everyone was aware of "The Process;" what Caim had done to Kain and his world. Very few lacked some modicum of sympathy fro Kain, not that they'd ever voice it or dare think it for too terribly long.

Some time passed and Caim remained stoic, no matter what his consorts tried. Finally, an order was issued to the one attendant in the room dressed in dark royal purple robes and a plague doctor's mask. "You." Caim pointed to the attendant. "It is time. Summon the Divinilor." The attendant drew back. "Are things truly so dire, my lord?" Caim's claws raked against the throne. "Perhaps I didn't speak clearly enough, as I know a peon knows not to question a God! Summon. The. Divinilor." The attendant simply nodded, excused himself and left the throne room.