<strong>Grim Raping</strong><br/><br/>The Nectus was finishing up with his victim, the scythe writhing in post-coital delight, blood still gleaming on its squaemous nodules.  Hovering away from the still twitching body of its latest victim, the Nectus prepared to fade out of existence when it sensed something nearby that intrigued it.  Necti had few occasions to explore much of the world, being called in for specific needs by the tenebrous forces that summoned them and then dismissed back into the inky blackness from which they came.  This one, though, seemed to still have license to meander through the material realm and it was just curious enough to take advantage of the situation.<br/><br/>Hovering towards the sounds that echoed through the night, it found a strange, unnatural conveyance and it slid inside the entrance, unaware that it was Viker's ship.  The sounds seemed to belong to a being not too dissimilar from the creature it had just punished for sins it didn't care about.  Vibrating in anticipation, the scythe made little squealing sounds, giving away its presence to both Viker and Kendra.