<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">The City of Dis</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://cerebus3d.com/castle%20night%2004%20copy.jpg)</div></div><br/>“The screams were cute for two days. I'm tired of hearing them now” The defiler called The Bitch Queen said to the young man who was strapped down upon one of the many operating tables.<br/><br/>“I can lobotomize him for you like I did to the last one.” An ruggedly handsome man, who's muscular body looked like it was forged from copper and brass, offered. He was a fairly powerful demon who was bound to Sonneillion, the Bitch Queen, for as long as he owned The City of Dis. It wasn't like some demons who were bound by meager sorcery to slave away in pathetic little manses. The City of Dis had been one of the most dreaded and impressive manses in Malfeas. Tending to it was something of an honor. It was even more prestigious of a position now that the blasphemous city could enter creation at several key points. One of which right outside the Imperial City. It's ominous living towers shamed any the Nemoah has erected. Sonneillion had many traits that were reminiscent of the Nemoah but worked on a far greater scale.<br/><br/>“It's going to be a beautiful decoration for an even more beautiful creature.” Romanticide, the only male of the entire Nemoah species, remarked.  The power of genesis had allowed the Handsome purple-skin demon to permanently alter it's body. “Roman”, as he was called, had the enviable position of being The Bitch Queen's apprentice and companion.<br/><br/>Romanticide admired his master's work. The genitals of the young man on the table has been enlarged, sliced, up, filleted, augmented with small bits of bone, and then sculpted to look vaguely reminiscent of a beautiful pink Lilly. The boys testicles had been taken and mutated to produce an intoxicating scent that acted as a weak drug. Sonneillion just had to do a few final touches to the root system and finish extracting his new creation from it's “donor”.<br/><br/>“A lobotomy isn't necessary. Just heal the boy up after this and put him to work here.” Sonneillion said finally plucking the “flower” from the boys body. The Bitch Queen had reworked the veins into eye pleasing patterns, which now glowed with a soft light. The flower sensed people nearby and released the intoxicating scent it had been created for.<br/><br/>“Now I must get ready. Purifier, you clean up here. Roman you help me.” Sonneillion said, trying to keep his usual grace and poise. His excitement still showed. “This is going to be one of the grandest celebrations we will ever witness.”<br/><br/>Sonneillion relaxed with a soak in his grand bath, while servants combed and washed his hair. His whole grooming routine was fairly cult-like in itself. With little else to do his mind drifted to wonder about his former companion Wave Crushing Arms. He would never admit, even to himself, that his interest was more than idle curiosity, but his thoughts had been on the other man since they last parted company. Romanticide was the one who was always the first to hear about his complaints.<br/><em><br/>“I bet he found some mutant mermaid with three breasts and he's been titty fucking her since the end of the reclamation! He was always too hung to easily work in a vagina, I bet he is thrilled he have a prideless freak like her around.”</em><br/><br/><em>“Maybe he mutated and he is too embarrassed to show me. How dare he put his vanity before my feelings!”</em><br/><br/><em>“What if he died in the reclamation? He better not have died protecting someone. I forbid him from giving his life for anyone but me!”</em><br/><br/><em>“It could be that he is just too stupid to figure out where I am. I could always put out a search of my own. No, I don't go to men. They come to me. He better not expect that he would be an exception to that rule.” </em><br/><br/>“I will not lower myself like that!” Sonneillion finally shouted, giving his tenders quite the panic. Despite that outburst everything went smoothly and it wasn't long before The Bitch Queen was out on the town. He admired that the city of dis was one of the most impressive sights in an extremely grandiose city.<br/><br/>“Where may I escort you?” Roman said, taking his master's arm and playing the role of the gentlemen. (Despite the demon's lack of clothing)<br/><br/>“I hear some important guests will be arriving and presenting gifts to the new nobility like myself. Where does Gri-Fel reside?” Sonneillion asked.<br/><br/>“The god of the city has not been seen in some time, many assume he is dead.” Roman said.<br/><br/>The city was to large for the two of them to expect to just traverse without direction. The Toedozija  guardians seemed like the obvious ones to ask. “I want to bask in the extravagances and worship that I am due here. Where do you see right now that I should go for that?” Sonneillion asked of the creature, their hive mind did have some obvious advantages.<br/>