For the first time since she took over the convent, Imrainai is bored.
She feels like this is not really anyone's fault. They've run out of elderly nuns to torture to death, sacrificing babies to Satan is getting a little old, nobody's managed to come up with a new evil symbol to replace the crucifix she tore down, and Z is just slightly too traumatized to offer the sort of stirring commentary on random movies that he used to be capable of. None of their newest video games are any good. Her favorite fanfic author hasn't released anything new in weeks. She's been in a bit of a writing slump herself.
She needs to do something interesting.
"Z," she says, idly, while she's in the middle of kicking everyone's ass at Smash Bros again. "D'you think tonight we should find a kindergartener and cut their fingers off, or should we open a portal to another dimension and see what comes through?"