<div class="floatleft">(http://media.comicvine.com/uploads/3/33118/652681-purg_5469870.jpg)</div><br/>The Queen had become bored, and had issued an order. A new game. All the screams of the lost and the damned had been silenced, for they no longer resided on the Second Level. Soon to be replaced by the fear and confusion of the living.<br/><br/>Oh how she loathed games. Yet she played them so well. A conundrum. So much sweeter to join in battle, to bathe in blood, to feed and feed and feed.... Yet she had done as her Queen commanded, for was she not the ever faithful General? She had searched, and she had found. He was glorious. Such strength, such a beast. The instant she saw him she knew what a conquest he would be, what a wondrous addition. One half reveling in the kill, the other so lost and woeful at his actions. She would teach him to be One.<br/><br/>A sniff of derision wafted from the darkness of the the Hall, for there she stood, bathed in shadows. Occasionally the light of the fire that danced amongst the few sconces would lick across her crimson skin, tease over the muscled curves, quiver across raven mane and strong wings. Those wings were wrapped about her statuesque form as she waited. She stood watching all those gathered and chained, including her own acquisition. Oddly enough there were only two who were screaming. The cries for release cut through her nerves, but managed to send a shiver of anticipation through her as well. Black orbs shifted over the rabble, settling lastly again on Bryce.<br/><br/>The sound of her laugh was as a panther's purr. It bounced off the marble, filling the Hall. Were the men to look about, they might catch a glimpse of her. A glimpse of that oh so red flash, the flash of fangs. The Queen's General remained where she was however, for she knew this was merely the beginning. Not all of the prizes had arrived. The Queen would not make her presence, or her complete intentions known until this happened.<br/><br/>One word she would speak aloud, one that help a power in itself. Every man would seem to feel lips upon their skin, the scrap of teeth on there flesh as her silken timbre wafted through the Hall.<br/><br/><strong> “ Soon...”</strong>