Somewhere rather secluded were they.

Someone, even more secluded--- was she.

Forgotten by a great many was she.. Forgotten by some of those who were so close to her..

Friends.. Family.. A grandmother, and Matriarch.. Yes, very much forgotten was she..

Yes, this was a place where forgotten things found?new life..
Yes, very much so..

Underneath what was once the old Public Works.. Deep within the sub levels, long since sealed away, after the horrendous attacks by Travanix and his forces.

Ironic.. This was the very place, that he too found new life? And once more, he would see new life take form, from the ashes of a forgotten being.

Even when he had first arrived to visit her, he felt it.. Anger.. Rage.. Ruthless Agression.. Pain, suffering and such torment.. And even.. A bit of resistance..

He had felt her, even then. And every bit of what he felt grew more so, with each visit.. Including that damned resistance..

T?was time for a change of venue, time to change the odds, so to speak.. In order to see this new life, take form.. He would break whatever was left of the old one, by any means necessary.

So she was sealed away.. A vault of Ebonsteele, reinforced with layers of wards, and enchantments.. Stacked no less, were also weaves of spells.. The Ebon Warlocks, did their work well.. Intricate works, were theirs to complete and this device, was a testament to their dark designs and more so, the designs of their master.

The toll, a physical one.. Oh yes, indeed.. Have you ever by chance, seen how veal is prepared.. What was done to the calf, to bring such a dish to fruition? Sealing the calf away, and feeding it, again and again.. Offering sustenance, and yet no hope of freedom.. No hope to run, and frolic, no hope to just wander and simply be.. Of course, the calf knows no better.. Well to some extent..

By then, it is too late.. There is no hope or any kind of a real life, save that of death itself..

So you have the idea..

Now imagine that 'calf', is a dragoness..

A somewhat fully grown-- dragoness.

A forgotten dragoness, who knew no better than to simply come along to what she thought wa?

Wait a moment.. Why should I go into that? To subject you to, something like that. The past is so, how to we say.. Ah yes, there it is.. The past is so subject to opinion, and what not..

So let us talk a bit, of what is a tad close to the present day, shall we?

She was soundly caught..

She was sealed away..

That Ebonsteele vault we discussed earlier? Yes, such pain was inflicted.. Such pain.. Physically, our dragoness was restricted.. Bound, no less.. Only allowed, the slight movement, the warded vault would allow, when it was time to feed, or more so.. Take her.. Medicines..

A mixture, of necrotic hallucinogens, coupled with various herbs of some of the most toxic plants on this rock.. Added to the blend, the blood of her own kind, and more so, rotted corpses.. Again, of her own kind..

Each of these items, spell casted upon, again and again..

And forced upon her..

Of course there was resistance.. There had to be.. Because of who she was.. Where she had come from, and he would want it NO other way.. He would relish in that resistance, and more so the sheer amount of pain, he would inflict upon her.. The cries of agony, and defiance.. Such a supple mixture, of pleasure, and pain..

The ruthless aggression.. The rage, and sheer will to somehow break free, all the while being subverted slowly..

The Ebonsteele vault, constricted, and released..

Gasps were her aloud, as all eyes were upon the vault itself, which was lined with what looked to be acid, blood and gods know what else.. The scent of death, hung upon the air itself, as steam hissed from the vault.

It was deathly quiet..

Until, he heard it.. A light shuffle.. A scraping of talon to ebonsteele.. A rasped breath.. And a cry of such infuriated rage, that blood literally seeped from the ears of some of the gathered.

All that was seen were the eyes.. The eyes, that were literally piercing the darkness.. Such a brilliant white.. Such a visage of sheer hatred, and agony.. She was? Perfect.

?Who are you!??

?Pestilence??

?What will you do??

?Make them, suffer.. Make them all suffer! Make then all pay! Spread my misery, to make them, feel MY pain!?

?Who do you serve, Pestilence..?

?I serve the Master.?

?Who is the Master!??

?The one who wears his Gauntlet.. You are, Master.. You are.?

A nod from a rather shaken warlock confirmed it.. She was, his now.. She was theirs now..

?Open, the Vault.. Come and join us, Pestilence.. Join us, daughter..?

?Father.. I hunger..?

?You will feed, daughter.. And it begins in Bale.. You recall, yes??

?The hunters, of dragons.. Yes, I do..?

?Erase them, my dear..?

Such a howl of rage, as leathery wings of hatred beat and beat..

All he could do was smile? She was his now, and gods help the ones, who attempt to stand against the newest of his.. Family.

A new life, from the ashes of the old..

?Arise, Pestilence, and make them SUFFER!?