"Anasa." Naefuten's voice reverberated from every corner of the house, laced with a malice that tinted the endless white walls a stormy grey and chilled Frances to the core.  Winds howled in the halls.  "I shall leave off the title of great, seeing as you have yet to reveal that to me." He approached the main hall and began his decent to the lower floor slowly.  "But tell me, you demonic filth. Which bone shall I crush first, or would you like me to see just how many of your own parts can fit in your greedy mouth? If you did not disgust me so you parts would make a meal fit for earthly kings. A delicacy no doubt."<br/><br/>"Frances is a good boy!  Frances is sorry!" He curled himself into a ball with Monday huggled at the center, not bothering to remove himself from inside him.<br/><br/>"Enough! release, my precious one." His form stood in the doorway, appearing from the grey winds that flowed around him.  The glow of red eye sinister  and filled with fire pierced into Frances like daggers.  Even Frances' lust could not refuse a direct command from a god.  His limbs went limp and with a whimper he pulled himself from the warm body.