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immediately."
The servant showed them into a parlor, indicating that they should
sit. "The prince is engaged in a magical working at the moment."
"Mortgiefan?" Lord Hoon inquired, watching the servant flinch
from the word. "I know what he is and what his proclivities are. We
are old friends, are we not, Anksha?"
"Oh, yes," Anksha said, swishing her robes with her hands in a
seductive little turn. He had dressed her for an outing at the theater,
like a fine lady in silk and satin, fit to accompany a high lord, and it
brought out her beauty. The tiniest bit of fur, so sleek as to be
indistinguishable from the skin of her face, throat, and hands, showed
beneath the edge of her neckline. A small, tightly curled tail poked
from the back of her skirts. Except for that it was easy for her to pass
for human.
Through countless centuries she had been known as 'the Beast'
because no one knew exactly what she was, not even Anksha herself.
She proclaimed herself by her deeds, 'troll-tamer', and 'demon-eater.'
Lord Hoon had found her as a toddler in a forest and raised her as his
pet. Anksha had the instincts of a cat that liked to play with its food
and steal nestlings out of trees as well as claws, fangs, and a taste for
blood and fleshтАУespecially the blood of the powerful.
"Please," the servant gestured at the couch again. "They will finish
presently."
Hoon wagged a finger at the servant with a feral smile. "No. You
will take us to them now. Otherwise I will return with my people and
be even more insistent."
"My Lord Darmungaard, pleaseтАж"
Everyone here respected or feared HoonтАУor more often both.
"Now."
The servant walked away without a word. Hoon and Anksha
followed. The servant made a tiny gesture at a door and kept going.
Hoon grinned at Anksha. The vampire put his ear to the door and
heard chanting. He turned to Anksha, his grin spreading wider. Very,
very carefully he opened the door and they crept down.
Mortgiefan indeed.
Three bleeding tables stood in the center with victims bound
spread-eagle to their surfaces while three sa'necari busily sated their
appetites upon them and four more watched hungrily. The middle one
was Mephistis, cursing and moaning, gripped by the ecstasy of
mortgiefan, matching the movement of his cock in the dying woman's
body with each thrust of the blade into her flesh. "Anksha. Anksha.
Die you stupid Beast!"
Anksha's lips writhed back from her fangs at his words and she
licked them as she slipped up behind him without anyone noticing her
presence: they were all too caught up in the rites. Hoon drew his
sword and came to stand behind the watchers.
"Wishing she were me, O randy prince?"
Mephistis shrieked, climbing the corpse beneath him and rolling
over, nearly sliding off. "Anksha!"
She smiled at him with honeyed poison and he edged away with his