Zeranth's lack of reply only kept things ambiguous. No matter, he would be found. He didn't have the anywhere near the power required to evade Abduxuel's magic. Unless someone very powerful was protecting him Zeranth would soon be returned to his Mother's loving embrace.<br/><br/>"Yes my dear. We all stand to benefit a great deal with me occupying the seat of the Matron. I have been thinking of all the great misguided heroes of the surface races. Our enemies and all blasphemers in general. Their bodies sit enshrined for others to pay homage to, while their souls reside peacefully on the upper planes. I want to help and show them how much love their mother has for them." Abduxuel shrugged. His ambition was boundless. "I have so many ideas.."<br/><br/>Abduxuel's electric blue eyes locked into Gul's. "You make me proud. I knew you would..." 'Mother' Leaned in so close that Gul could feel the Matron's cool breath on his skin. "I'll just put this away. It will be invaluable when practicing my arts." Abduxuel took the bottle in his slender hands and locked it in a chest of drawers with other valuables of his. He planned to use a combination of sacrificial power and the thought bottle to avoid the expenditure of personal energy into his more elaborate rituals.<br/><br/>"I think I'm going to knock out that wall and claim the adjacent room as well I want a conjoined harem chamber. I'll start a whole collection..." Abduxuel turned back toward Gul and grinned wryly. The feathered robe slid off one of his shoulders as he moved, exposing the smooth slate gray skin beneath. Abduxuel had always been rather pale for a drow. "I'm going to enjoy seeing their large cocks bounce against their thighs as they walk. I think I deserve every Luxury I can afford"<br/><br/>The matron's steps were so graceful he seemed to eerily float toward the changeling that served him. "You have done well. I have not known you for that long but I do like to reward my most dependable minions. If you are good as you are you should be even better after I invest in you. I was thinking of a rather personal gift." Abduxuel fluttered his wings and leaned his face close enough that his cool breath could be felt against Gul's neck. "We will find a male with a huge luxurious penis, cut it off of him, and craft it into a rod for you. I know of several enchantments that would benefit you greatly. What do you think? We just need to find a male worthy of the honor." Mother Hunger let out a perverse snicker.