<div align="center">(http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs17/f/2007/176/a/3/Flesh_Consumed_Album_by_PTimm.jpg)</div><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>"The crucification of flesh along with dreams is important to remember.  Minds rend, flesh tears, I have pushed through one veil after another. One miserable onus along side the dying apathetic environments."    The beautiful being who bore the derogatory title of The Whore of Lachrymosa spoke before a table fulled with spindles of quaking flesh and broad beams of bone. The silenced suffering of what at one time was a humanoid female did nothing to allay the sorrow in The Whore's voice. It seemed despondent and even to the twins named Jerion who stood by watching, it was not apparent if The Whore's lamentation was directed to the project in front of it or the tall pale figure of The Forbidden One beside it. Jerion was usually so good at deciphering The Whore's meaning behind it's cryptic expressions. They supposed that perhaps their master did not find the stability and peace it had hoped for in claiming the manor upon Pazunia.<br/><br/>Whether or not it had been at first, The Whore's lamentation did turn toward it's lover. "I have always been able to see what others could not. I see an existance, a state of being beyond what they know and I push to reach it. Yet every wall of veins liquefied and curdled reveals a new state of being even more miserable than the last one.  I am free, how long it has been since my actions were my own, but I am still chained by the blindness around me!"  The Whore sounded on the verge of tears. It turned toward it's towering lover and put its hands on his chest. Those hands were covered in blood and left their printed visage upon The Forbidden One's huge pale pectorals. "A lesser mind would have gone mad long ago. Perhaps I would be going mad now if it wasn't for you, My Love, we will find the answers, yes?"<br/><br/>Like most around The Whore, The Forbidden one had gone through numerous painful changes under the warped touch of his master and lover. Atroxica, was a name The Whore was trying to claim; A name free of the implications of ownership by the Prince of Undeath. Reciently "Atroxica" had made some cosmetic changes to The Forbidden One. The Whore gave her lover's sex organs such endowment that his penis now stood larger then some halflings, and each testicle was like a melon. Good thing the frozen knight himself was bigger than an ogre or else he wouldn't just have a slight limp, he'd be immobile. That was the last time The Whore really seemed to express some form of happiness, when it was Flaying the Forbidden One's sex organs opan and stuffing them. Lucky that The Forbidden One didn't wear normal armor or clothing anyway since he'd no longer fit them.<br/><br/>"Atroxica's" contemplation was interrupted by it's 'unique' creation called Pretty Boy. Prettyboy's elongated muzzle and dripping fangs opened to announce,  "Mistress, you have been invited to a dinner party. I think I smell opportunity. . . "<br/><br/>One of the twins named Jerion spoke up.  " Perhaps now would be a good time to remind you, even though we claimed the land we have even less money then before."<br/><br/>The other identicle snake tailed prettyboy added "Without magical materials or slaves none of us will be creating much of anything."<br/><br/><strong>--------------<br/></strong><br/>"Do you think it's luck that we haven't gotten attacked, or do you think we've built something of a reputation yet? "  Atroxica, The Whore of Lachrymosa asked The Forbidden one at its side. They had to do a bit of walking after it's teleportation spell only managed to bring them close to the general area rather than at the door as Atroxica had intended. None the less they had arrived.<br/><br/>"What are you going to do if it's just another Marilith trying to make a name for herself by making you her consort." Prettyboy asked of his mistress. For a while no one have a shit, now Orcus is back and everyone is after his "whore".<br/><br/>"I don't know if I'll be more offended if that is what this Vholdran wants, or if that's not what he wants. What do you think, My Love?" The Whore asked it's lover. It waited for the frozen knight to either offer his arm or just carry it over the threshold.  The Forbidden One placed great importance on displays of affection as well as well as proper courtly protocol, both in general and toward's 'his lady'<br/><br/>"It's not a problem that minor demons want you, it's that the Demon Princes  themselves see you as a jewel to collect. Even Kostchtchie asked you to come see him. A little more and the only one you haven't heard from will be Orcus himself. "  One of the Dvati, Jerion said.<br/><br/>The other one mused while Prettyboy knocked, waiting to be greeted or something. "I hear he's a complete idiot. I think he wants you just because you look like a pretty woman without being one, or a man either. He won't his own hatred of women then. We haven't heard anything from Pazuzu either have we? "<br/><br/>Atroxica's minion exaggerated greatly.  Half a dozen or so demon princes hardly amounts to that many.  It was upsetting that they almost certainly were after the whore as some token against Orcus, not because of their own desire.  They also wouldn't be so pleased that The Whore already had a lover.  The truly unpleasant thought was that if so many had taken notice of it, than Orcus hadn't forgotten it or its lover.  Hopefully this meeting would stave off the emptiness the Whore was feeling as well as take its mind off the unspoken threat of its former master.