"<strong>It is good to see your desires are still as strong, my Lord...</strong>"<br/><br/>The crow which had sat in the crowned chandelier with its many prisms laughed terribly as it fell convulsing to the floor, writhing and contorting in impossible ways as it began to reform. The elven girl looked on in horror, unable to look away and unable to scream as the shadows unwrapped from the small bird, skin erupting in vicious fluid as scales burst from between the feathers, boiling sores giving way for something much larger and more vile. Birthed from the small crow was the terrible form of the Hellserpent, Nehar'Ghul the Shapeshifter, the incredibly large fiery snake filling up much of the void that the room had to offer, its sickly white scales burning from within with a mix of fire and the disgusting ooze of the Charnel Pits. It smiled wickedly and inclined its head to its lord, eyeing the elven girl with hunger, which made her once more yearn for the now seemingly protective cock of the Demon Lord.<br/><br/>"<strong>I congratulate you to your victories, my Lord. Be it that Shizuru were here I would have congratulated her... personally for hers.</strong>"<br/><br/>I slithered around the throne of its master until its coils had created a literal wall of scales around them. It dipped its head into their little fortress, looking over the maps while a wet black tongue started to explore and tug at the elven girl who whimpered and gripped the Demon Lord's thighs so that she would not be taken away from him by the horrifying creature.<br/><br/>"<strong>The Wood. Very ambitious, Krathen. As your Vizier I must afford you to exercise caution. The elves and men have many boons in this land. Of course, I have already spread my influence and corruption in that city, so once we reach it the populace should be easy to... coerce into servitude. And while our enemies are prepared, they have left us a great weak point...</strong>"<br/><br/>The tip of the serpent's tail dipped down and gathered some bloodied ink before crossing over the lush forests of the Crescent on the map. Its tongue still played with the elven maid, searching for dark places to slip into.<br/><br/>"<strong>Burn the Crescent and let them starve. The Whispering Tower can wait...</strong>"