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The hiss made Thompson jump around onto himself in surprise, but it was too late. Already, the thing was upon him, and he fell down onto the floor, on his back. The man yelled, struggling and fighting to free himself from legs he guessed belonged to something spider-like. If he had time to think, he'd probably be thankful the darkness didn't allow him to see whatever it was, but he wasn't thinking. Thompson was frightnened.

There was nothing he could do. Pinned down, he couldn't fight back, all his offensive spells requiring the use of his hands. Thompson was completely helpless. His strenght left his limbs and he was left with that dull, numb sensation you have when you fall asleep on your arm, and then are unable to move it. Despair was slowly getting to Thompson as he felt, terrified, that his end had come.

"Master. The human has been dealt with."

Darshendros glanced from the shadows to the stained windows, looking out to the dark horizon beyond the city. He nodded, then rose from his chair, moving around his desk and toward the study door.

"Make the final preparations. We march soon."

::The brilliant light pierced the viel of night like a knife gracefully sliding through the darkness. The most brilliant of lights was gently cast down onto a small patch of land, and very slowly two figures came into view.

One, a woman, her body clothed in a tight fitting white suit, and her wings as obvious as can be. They were flowing and white, expanded out of her back, before resting again. In her right hand, was a glowing ball of white, and in her left was a small laptop folded in her arms.

The second figure was a man, his clothes dark as sin, and coal. His eyes violet, and piercing. From his head plopped two small bat wings, as odd as that may seem it seemed to flow with the dark garb he adorned himself with. One would think, Heaven and Hell were in for a talk...you'd be wrong. The woman spoke, her voice flowing and elegant, calm and yet beautiful, it was almost as if she sung each word...and why not, cherubs should sing.::

Anuksu Noir...welcome to your new home.

My apologies...

::She stepped forward, he sexy gait shifting her curvy hips from side to side. Her delicate hand rose as the laptop vanished into a flash of white. It reached forward and gently placed itself on Anuksu's chest as she stepped forward.::

Noir...have you ever wondered where these bodies...come from?

::She pressed a bit closer, into that more "personal" range that only certain night guests visit. Her breath was so wonderfully sweet, everything about her from her beautiful face to her flowing blond hair, it was beauty given form. Purity...waiting to be....well, you get the idea.::

::She smiled, completely leaning into the pull. Her body pressing against hers as she let out a slight moan from their sudden "contact." One could feel the breath seeping from her lips, as sweet as a bed of roses.::

We build them...

::That tone of arousal slipping into her voice and overtaking it.::

Piece....

::Her hand slid down, from his chest now to his stomach, tracing where his belly button would be.::

By piece...

::And down again, sliding just over his pants to a more precious area of his anatomy. Her hand was kid, a gently gliding up and down as she make a few heavy breathes::

Even the....pleasurable...pieces...

::Grip!

A tight grip from her gently hands, and all of a sudden. The tone was gone. The look of arousal on her face, gone. As she jerks away from Anuksu's body she says flatly.::

We can take the pieces away.

::And she did. In a flash of light anukus's most precious chunk of anatomy....gone. There wasnt a gaping wound, Anuksu was now simply as anatomically correct as a ken doll.

She flicked her hair back into a more professional pony tail, and slid on a piar of gold framed glasses as she suddenly looked...very serious.::

We're here for business not, pleasure.

::In flash the laptop appeared back in her waiting hands.::

You are not here on vacation, we have work for you.

::She doesnt even budge, at Anuksu's barking. She simply, and flatly responds.::

We get no work, you get to deal with the unforgiving eternity.

::She pulls a single lock of hair from before her eyes, and continues.::

You thrive off the erring belief that you have eternity. So do we. But when a rogue hunter, or townsman, or warrior wanders here and slays you...

::Her voice grows a bit sterner, more direct, and she takes a step forward.::

...When you are left begging outside the gates of Hell, with no where to go...

::She steps forward again, unphased by the vempires air, her tone completely shifted to one you might hear from a drill sargeant. Her breathe yet still smelled of roses, yet now one might wonder if this was how the thorns of thoses roses felt.::

...we will send you back. Back to Hell, strapped to a wall with every demon you've upset able to give you what punishment you deserve for all eternity. And you with no way to cope.

::And with one large step back the anger vanished from her tone, and back was the cheery innocence.::

Now, are you ready for work? He he.

::The giggle at the end, perfectly timed with her lifting the glowing ball and twirling it on her fingers end.::