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She was aggrivated, and it showed through her sloppy work. She was working on the flesh golems again, creating an army of shambling hordes to fight the mass numbers of Adiana's court. What angered her the most was the fact that she was of noble drow blood, and could not call such miraculous power like that of William. She stepped from the golem, and wiped her brow, a streak of rotting goo placed there by her hand as she did such. She commanded the golem to stand, and as it did pieces fell from it. In a matter of seconds it was just a pile of wriggling body parts. An angry growl left her, and she turned to her apprentice. Joselynn stood to her left. "YOU ARE NOT CONCENTRATING!!!" she yelled angrily, her voice booming through the air. With the will of her mind, she sent her overpowering cold upon Joselynn, the necromancy working on her young flesh. "If you do not wish to learn, why did you agree to become my apprentice?" Joselynns skin began to freckle, then rot, black goo flowing from the open sores.

Iona glared at him, her cerulean eyes turning to their red color. Who was this boy, who's power was great. Ah, she thought with a grin, hers was still greater. Being a goddes and all, she had forgotten. He was just an awesome force of nature, one she longed to tame or be. She was his mistress, and he was to do whatever she asked. She had plans for him, big plans. Plans she could not partake in because she was now so very old, and because her necromancy had filled her so deeply, that now she was one with it. There was no ounce of life in her blood, it was as dead and black as coagulated blood. Her heart beat was below 40, her pulse non exsistent. Her body temperature the same as dry ice. She was death anymore. She smiled at William, her anger and aggrivation leaving her. The dark room reeked of decaying fluids and she for now grew tired of it. "Come along pool boy" She said, leaving Joselynn to her studies, and sauntering out of the room. The halls were filled with zombies, who moaned and gurgled as they walked past. A group of them were feasting ahead, ravenous hordes upon a non moving mass of bloody parts. Someone had attempted to break in, probably a homeless person or a teenager that was dared. Iona didn't care, she just walked past them as the sounds of tearing flesh and gory munching continued. She brought him to a room, and sat him down. "Tell me now William, do you serve me and will you willingly do as I command? Or will I have to force you into it?"

She said nothing, only smiled. She was scheming. Saying nothing else to him, she walked from the room. Every night since he had been there, she had indulged in his flesh. Tonight, she would not. Someone else was searching for him in her funhouse of horrors. She giggled, and then stepped out of the room. She locked the door with a flick of her wrist, and then to his mind said. "Alicia is out there dear William, somewhere in here. Can you find her, will you save her from the shambling death that awaits her?" The door was reinforced steel, and she waited a ways down the hall, to see how long it would take for him to break out of it.

Alicia had indeed entered the complex, though she was only on the third floor. She had met disaster on the stairs, undead dogs had done a real number on her, and her shoulder dripped blood. The undead could smell it, and she had holed herself up in a room. They were beating on the door, the dead move lightening quick when they decide they want dinner. The door would not hold them much longer, as it was not an office room just a conference room with wooden door. Her arms were covered in light fur, her hands were the claws of a lioness. She was readying herself for the assult when she heard a cry from behind her, she had neglected to check the room for zombies before entering. Two of them burst from the closet and descended upon her. Her claws tore through them easily, and she had just enough time to turn as the door spintered and they came at her in waves. So this would be how she died, fighting off Iona's dead. She swung her claws and eviscerated the first row of them, but not before the second toppled upon her. She fought against teeth, some of them getting amouthful as she tore the others heads from their bodies.

She said nothing as he held her, feeling the aching wounds reknit. There were many, so after a while she pulled away. "Do not fix all of them William, if they are going to tire you out. There are still undead all over the place, and I won't be able to fend them off and drag you along." She looked at him, and her heart ached. This was not the William she knew, his skin was different, his hair was different.. his eyes. She said nothing, and let go of him as she walked to the door. He was different because of her doing, because he had chosen to save her. She peeked around the corner, and listened. Screeches of the undead could be heard as they made their way towards the room, coming from all floors drawn to the smell of fresh blood. "William, we have to go somewhere, so either take me somewhere safe or, we can always go out the window... Are you even allowed to leave?"

She stared at him, was she afraid of this him? Yes, she thought, she was afraid of the power he had unleashed. She was fraid of losing him forever. Of him becoming trapped in the drow shell, even though Ama had told her it would only be permanent if he wanted it to. "I had to see you..." She said to him, looking into his reddened eyes and seeing the softness he held for her there. She smiled then, and into his arms she was again. She thought back to the last night they were together. To Gabriel and Ama's Wedding, and the drunken guests. They had cleaned up, and then retired to their room. She remembered sleeping, and their rendevous in the middle of the night. She looked up at him, words brimming on her tongue, and then held silent. "I just really needed to see you."

There was the sound of a sarcastically dramatic applause behind them. Iona stepped from the shadows, sauntering towards them in her sickeningly melodramatic manner. "Touching, but Alicia, I didn't feel your words. How about you go back in there and do it again?" She stood before them, wearing barely anything at all, as was Iona's custom. She liked to show off her perfection, and showing off the skin that had had William recently, to his girlfriend, well that just seemed like fun. She wore nothing but a pair of black boy briefs, and a pair of thigh high boots, but her raven hair covered her modesty. Amulets a plenty hanged from her neck, all of them glowing slightly with magic. Alicia took a step back from William, as Iona closed the distance, and stood behind them, pressing bare torso to his back and running her hands inside his shirt. She bled her necromancy out, and Alicia cowered from it. But something was different. The necromancy flowed out towards Alicia and but went around her. Iona looked at her stunned, and then looked at William's back. "Oh this is just rich...." She said, and stepped away from Will, coming to stand to the side watching them both. "Where is the popcorn when you need it."

Alicia turned then, saying nothing at all, tears running down her face as silent sobs racked her body. She said nothing, walking slowly away shaking as she did. She had come with the notion that she could bring him back, talk him out of this. Maybe convince Iona to let him free with her story, her love for him making her drunk with niavete. So niave, she thought to herself, so stupid. She cursed herself for even coming here.

Iona watched her walk away, and was not about to let the melodrama leave. She felt no remorse, and really kinda got a jolly out of watching people suffer. "Alicia, you came here with a purpose, something to tell him if you will.... Why don't you tell him before you leave?" She smiled to herself, as she watched the sphinx stop in her tracks. Tell him, Alicia, or I will..... She said to Alicia, in telepathy, smirking at the both of them.