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*Darkness again fell over the room as Seraphim nodded to Corbin and led him away. Thus, he did not see the breif yet poignant salute Corbin sent Narok's way, nor the slight reception Narok gave ot such, before the man's eyes closed, his form hanging limp once more within his constricting prison.

Outside, the cathedral was still silent, the seals re-igniting on the door to Narok's chamber as Seraphim changed course and headed for the halls, his spirits lifting*

I think you may ENJOY this... care to guess who Roan has held specially to one side? Albeit there will be enemies you HAVENT met yet, there are several beings we hold in bondage you may just delight in seeing. The enemies you have yet to face are in my labs, but I think you'll find it fitting that you visit the halls first regardless. Imagine my amusement when I found out mother in YOUR realm is called Vengeance.

*He grinned at Corbin as he led the way onwards, beyond the pulpit towards an area which reeked of power. Again, seals lit their way, but he waited to see if Corbin could guess who he would see next before opening the doors*

Such a quick mind you have! Alas, Im afraid the whole Kaiser thing was not so big a deal this end. Roan was already married to NArok and he was merely another meal shared between the pack. Insignificant. For us, that bizarre thing DID his job, instead of falling for mother. He was eliminated with all due speed and violence. I seem to remember he tasted rather good.
Hellbane, good guess. In my labs. Damn b*****d gave me more trouble trhan I expected and his tissue provides for a good framework in my experiments. The same for many of the most significant Garou.

*The doors ahead were flung open, revealing a stone chamber which reeked, pure and simple*

So far, we've managed to grab Ego, Appetence, Grudge, Fury, Voracity, Lethargy, Lie, Deciet, Fear and Vanity. Only Avarice remains at large, and Roan intends to have her by the Festivo.

*Each of the Syn members was restrained by Haemoxinate bands, inscribed with Celestian runes and power words, denying them the access to their skills, and even Ice was reigned in by the power flowing through the room. Though many of the Syn were scarred, wounded or openly bleeding, only a select few seemed to have endured the greatest of the pack's wrath. Most significant of which, was Ice.
The center of this unholy edifice, the Tzimisce Syn had had his own skills turned against him until he hung like aJudas from a bone tree constructed of his own marrow and chitin. Recognisable still as his faun like self, he lacked any of the Corbin mimicry's and his aura showed very little of the sadistic nature of the main lines Ice, for all he was clearly an evil brutal being, much like his alter ego.
Where his eyes should have been, there was only razor wire and bloody bandages, where his heart should have been, a mess of scarring. The base of the tree was mad eout of other notaries that had been caught over the years, the angiuished faces of men such as Raoul, Jane, Justin and other Camarilla dignitaries barely recognisable amind the lattice of bone and flesh that kept Ice held aloft like some grotesque trophy.
It was likely every bone in the faun's body was broken. He certainly did not LOOK like he could possibly be whole, especially with fingers of bone craving through his body in all directions, his hooves melded into the trunk, collar bones extending out into it also. And some sick freak had turned the long, alien whip tail into a swing from the sturdiest bough of his arm.
Seraphim walked forwards and leapt up onto the swing, rocking back and forth on the appendage of Corbin's main-line torturer as he grinned at his counter part*

Like it? I can wake him up if you choose...

*And then, in the background, a movement. The retainer, Jan. Hollow eyed, he moved among the unmoving corpses, watering this strange 'garden', the water of course being blood. Thee would be no relief through torpor for these captives, only the brief respite of sleep until Seraphim woke any one of them*

*Seraphim chuckled, and shook his head*

I knew you'd be pleased...

*then he stood up on the swing, roughtly grabbed a handful of Ice's hair, slit his other wrist with a fang and held the wound under the Tzimisce's nose, the reek of vitae filling the air swiftly, causing Ice's mouth to open beastily as his starved system reacted to the stimulus and tried to reach for the blood before his mind could intervene. Blood withdrawal was the oldest torture method for cainites in the book.
To Ice's credit, the mad starved frenzy did NOT last. After reaching for the proferred vitae and finding himself, as always, held back by his own collar bones, his eyes pierced further on the razor wire as he struggled, he subsided and hung limp, his will power still somehow intact.*

Corbin you twisted little s**t... what do you want... this time...

*His voice was cracked and rough, tired and tormented, but far from broken. Agonised though he was from the unusual nature of his bondage, the faun had yet to completely abandon his wits to his imprisonment, or to Seraphim*

I brought you a visitor.

*Ice's eyes could not of course see, and his powers were restricted by his bonds, so his nose did the work for him, as did his ears*

I smell only you, though I hear two of you. How nice for you. Another neurosis on your list? Or have you simply decided to ******** with my body some more? You wont get your rise out of me, Diablerist. The worst you can do is kill me, and in doing so, you free me.

Stubborn, isnt he?

More twisted than usual, Corbin... who did you con into letting you do such to them? Poor taste that man...

*He was suprised at the sudden vision, and with it, he also linked up what his sense of smell was telling him. He lamost started when two and two made four in his head. Yes, he saw the Camarilla ankh, but he also saw the face bearing it and his time here had made him know that that face meant pain, under any guise.*

Ah. I see. Two of you. How... charming. Well, at the very least I can claim I got the Camarilla and the Sabbat working together for once, eh?

*the jovility was forced, but there. He knew whatever would happen to him from here on in would be ten TIMES worse than what Seraphim had achieved already, but that he would be helpless to stop it. He knew not this new Corbin, nor why he smelled such malice from his new captor, but it didnt matter. At the very least, he was determined not to give them what they wanted so easily.

And of course, all this amused Seraphim no end, the cainite hopping down to come to Corbins side*

All yours. Do as you please, I will aid you as necessary. It will be interesting to see if you can break him.

*the reaction should have been agony. It should have been this bound Ice writhing against the tree made of his and his companions own body, but no. Instead, broken laughter, especially as Corbin invaded his head*

Oh you poor fool... Corbin what HAVE you brought me?

* A door opened can be passed through both ways. For all Ice's eyes were obscured by the mess of bandage and wire, he lifted his head to meet Corbin's, his body shaking but somehow he was in control... why? He let the Camarilla Corbin see. True, the cathedral had not been involved. It had been this room instead. But every scene Corbin had showed him, he ALREADY remembered. After all, this WAS a mirror world. Seraphim had indeed raped Ice, tortured him and made a mockery of all that he was. What Corbin showed him was no more than he had already experianced... and survived*

Some toys just dont break no matter how hard you throw them, children... I dont know where you came from, stranger, but whatever happened to you... it was not I who committed such sins. Just as I'll not blame you for what the Sabbat monster down there has done to me.

*Serapphim whistled lowly and grinned as Ice's lips moved the barest amount to express his words, the man so different from his real world counterpart, yet there was still something there... something lurking under this faux-Ice's surface that was hidden. That warranted such treatments. At least in Seraphim's view. And he DID choose to explain what it was*

This is the man that tortured mother and sent her to Arquistas and the Fang. I wouldnt put much faith in the honour of his words.

*Chuckling, Seraphim clapped his hands in delight at Corbin's works, the hellion wings on his temples flaring with his dark amusement as he returned ot the swing to watch the debacle Corbin performed on the helpless Syn.

Ice writhed, screamed, cried out and indeed sang a symphony of pain, fighting with his whoel body against the pain flowing through him. The disease that washed over him was unfamiliar. OPhysical pain and mutatons he had moved beyond years ago but the wihering and debilitating illnesses that started claiming his sytem were true agony to one who should be moved beyond such concerns as a member of the undead. And he had not an ounce of his power to help manage the influx. Hsis voice came in ragged pants as he fought simply not to show the weakness of begging before the two monsters tormenting him*

If it... helps you... then fine... take my mind and know it was NEVER me that harmed you... monster...

*ajnd then speech became impossible. Only the sound of true pain and suffering, ringing through the cathedral as Ice spasmed and writhed under the onslaught, his body too weak and tired to be abel to take too much direct aggression at once. Prehaps death WOUDL be his final release tonight. And that thought made him internally smile. He would not beg. That mantra kept him going. He would not beg.*

VERY pretty DeSeer... very very pretty... I can only imagine what led you to this chosen form... I admit, Im impressed...

*Serpahim bowed back and clapped politely, as one would any master of a profession, then he grinned as Ice's sagged behind them, whimpering softly, spent and agonised even now he was left alone. Seraphim patted the tree idly and cracked his back joints*

And what would be your pleasure from here on out? A few more Syn woken for your delectabkle skills, or prehaps a stroll to the halls? Mayhap even a walk outside, or into Durem. The choice is yours.