Rhoswen had been sent to the darkness. A purgatory. Two sisters, remade, reborn, now walked the streets of time and the world, down alley and cogwork.

Terrisse, same as always, provocative and nonchalent, was sitting on a sunchair with a black umbrella, its brim shaped like batwings, stamped into the earth so to cover her delicate skin....

Her smile was sore and her eyes reddened, but she still smiled and that was all that mattered. She remembered, she knew this flesh she currently wore to be her own, from long ago. Kingdom to Kingdom...But despite her own awareness she would not, could not possibly know her Sister's guise. Were she returnable" Was suicide pardoned for a succubai"

She stood then and walked to the fresh plot and threw a lilac before it, wiping the last tear she would shed and then clicking her finger and watching as her lumbering steward gathered the chair and umbrella into a neat fold beneath his shoulder.

Not really sisters, she kept thinking, but by family, by relation, by strange serendipitous fushion.

It was not the last the town had seen the Two of them. Though perhaps the last they saw of each other. While one shell lay rotting of that sister soul, the other was arriving.

She smelt the air. Placenta and cinnamon rife on the breeze, she could taste the future with her tongue. She walked off, pulling her stilleto's from the soft earth now and again as they sank through, in annoyance finally resorting to having her steward throw her over his back on the way to the Buick.

They car turned off down the street. She reclined and slept, while the steward thought quietly to himself how oddly light she was, and how at night, each time he awoke, he felt unusually lighter himself. He had dreams of her visiting him, making extraodinary, wild, vigorous love to him, but had awoken and not tasted her on his lips, the salt of her sweat not engrained in his matress or pillows or sheets.

It disturbed him, for he had them constantly. He did appear trimmer, and his eyes held a dull but nevertheless very real light to them and he could have sworn it was lucid, unpardoned, livid inside him.

She sung out new directions and it broke his concentration. He wondered on this "Sister", as they took the bend and down towards the city's limits.