Renna had now came to stand upon her alter in complete silence... And when she knew she was far from alone - the monks now taking up their spaces on the wall, five missing from the force as she sent them out into the far southern lands and into the great deserts - searching for anything that could possibly be worth her time...

Not only that, the hall stunk of death, her shipments of dead bodies from the villages's graveyards was filling up the floors in their rotting masses... Moving down the alter her skeletal heels clicking upon the cold hard stone floor, she came to sifter among the flesh and bone. Men, women, children, some naked, some wearing their rotting burial gowns, dresses, outfits, and sometimes even armour - their weapons clutched in their rigor mortised fingertips.

There was so many dead bodies, there could be at least eighty-eight and still yet more was still arriving. This would certainly boost her army up to two-hundred and twenty-two strong! And with that she then sat about now pushing out the numberous shadow arms towards the Gate that occupied the corner of her room, the blue energies of mana leaking from the carved pentagram in her skull's forehead.
The mist flowed up the and around the many arms that snaked out to grip the oval Gate, surrounding the portal's body before then sinking to meet at it's focal point, misting, swirling, turning redder, and redder untill with a furious gust of wind which sent the Black Monks's robes strapped to the walls via the chains flurrying about crazily, revealing bone and shadowy limbs.
The portal led, to the burning world which held the lost souls of whom she killed, tainted and purged to be possessed and merged with the Shadow Demons she so wished to create her army from.
Screams... Raged out from the portal as black mists of the Shadow Demon's souls entered this world of Rhy'Din, shooting about the air in the hall and forcing themselves into every orifice of the dead bodies that littered the hall... Their bodies flinching, backs arch as fingers moved... The hisses and snarls of the possessed now standing - their body being flooded with a slowly growing darkness.

Still the darkness grew, and took the shape... of a black mon's robe... And this happened to every body that now began to move once more, in the land of the living, turn their shrouded hoods towards Renna... Whom simply did not glance to them... She was closing off the gate and moving towards the organ, sitting down, her skeletal fingers moving over the keys thoughtfully... As she began to play a dark and sombre tune. One could almost recognise it to be that of funeral music.

The new fledged Black Monks was simply strung up upon the walls with the rest of her forces now, her music still echoing out thinly against the walls of the Throne Room, Renna, had come to stop her playing - turning upon hearing the sound of footsteps approaching her. A slow standing - and a slow but curious glance over her shoulder, she came to see two of her minions dragging in what appears to be a body...
"... We had caught this human, in the forests Mistress..." Both of the Black Monks was holding either arm of a badly beaten woman, she was lucky that they did not tare her limb from limb!
Renna regarded the woman now fully, moving to grip her hand underneath her chin and to tilt back her head - such a pretty girl... Envious, and perhaps jealous she moved to slap her hand roughly across the girl's face, seeing if she was truely unconcious or simply pretending to be so that her body could be dumped and for her to scamble at the last moment...

But she didn't move, she was indeed far gone into a short and brief coma. Shame.
"What shall we do with?" The one said, but the other had other plans.
"Let's eat her pretty flesh..." Black Monk's own skeletal hand went down to grip the girl's-
A shadow arm came out to punch her own minion right in the gut, he stumbled back and fell to the ground on his knees, bowing his head quickly in an attempt to redeem himself... But Renna did not look at him now - she was looking towards the girl, pondering...
"I may have a use for her afterall," That said, she ran a single boned finger across the woman's cheek tenderly, "Take her to the dungeon, chain her to the wall and I will deal with her shortly."
The other monk bowed his head as the other one stood to re-grab the arm of the woman, dragging back out of the entrance of the Throne Room, and out into passgeway where they disappeared from sight.

Renna's purpose for the woman was still yet unclear. She had entered the room and went forth into beating the woman senseless... She even went as far as using her shadow arms to strangle... And abuse the poor girl in ways unimaginable (Or not allowed to post up). Rape, beatings... She did it all too that girl? And for what ends?
Her screams and cries rang out through the Fortress, for Renna would not let up, she would not let up untill she was a broken mass, hanging from the wall via the shackles on her wrists!

A low hum... Came now... Echoing through the halls... And with that, the Gate opened once more too the burning world... Renna's own made Hell, where the Demons were allowed to play. Tetronus was silly enough to lend her a perfectly populated world full of humans... To be twisted, tortured into Shadow Demons for her own ends...
But this time, the soul was not a Shadow Demon. It was not, human... It was a fox-girl, of whom Renna loved dearly despite... What she had did too her.

The captured girl's body would be the plant pot for her daughter's to return. The girl... Over night, buldged in areas... her skin looked as if something was growing under it, something growing bigger and bigger untill then like a cacoon was shed away...

Leaving nothing. But an oranged haired fox girl... Unconcious, laying atop a once beautiful human which now was a mesh of skin, guts... and gore