The wall fell to black.

The room fell to black.

Within the dark embrace of the chamber?s still shadows, all that could be heard was the cooing of a small, famished baby as it drank its sustenance from the bottle which it gripped.

In this room Giminicka sat, unmoving. Her emotionless stare into this ebon void was completely unyielding. In her powerful arm, she held the infant closely against the malevolent runes of her armor. It, as babies do, continued to hungrily suckle on the nipple of its bottle.

The temperature was frigid outside. It was far colder in here.
This nightmare had only begun.
Where had it led?
Isuelt was now free. The Scathachian whore had once again slipped her death-noose. Delivered, perhaps? She was quite good at artfully dodging the looming reapers that often hovered over her. Six years ago.....six long years ago, it should have been Isuelt who suffered fate?s hand and perished......burned or skewed by steel during the epic battle at Bhaal?s great fortress of iron. But it was not.......

Now the dominant prodigal sister has been released form her prison, and she had returned to her wayward Scathachian flock.
Those Scathachian sheep watched and waited..............their fluffy coats of cottony-white wool had not yet been tinged by the eminent carnage which was rapidly forthcoming.......Reeni, Jen, Eddie, Harlequin, Lamia, Mirage........baaaa baaaa baaaa. The shamefaced bitches soon would bathe in one another?s blood-spattered entrails.

Patrols have now doubled in the West End, and a host of would-be vigilante?s stalk the streets to find the ever elusive answer to an unasked question. Allies and friends of the Sisters were coming out of the city walls like a gaggle of vermin: barristers, dragonkind, mercenaries, slave- traders, mages, warriors, lycanthropic freaks of nature,
silent do-gooders............all meek cockroaches.

The baby continued to drink.

The Island of Shadow was never the true calling for Giminicka. It was a distant home, and she was but a stranger to it. They took her in.....intrigued by her strength, ferocity and untouchable size.
She used them......intrigued by their superior combat training, resources, and their omnipotent knowledge of warfare.
All that ever mattered to her was the purity of the kill. The art of executing death......blissfully feeling the splashing blood wash over her hands as it ebbed forth from a foe?s opened throat......the undeniable frenzy of murder.

That night was no different.
The blaze she had set was originally meant for the followers of Bhaal.
Why?
Who truly cares why. She certainly didn?t.
They were a faceless enemy to entertain her lust for slaughter.....nothing more, nothing less. That fire would have claimed the lives of many surrounding innocents had it been set. Such was the protest of the tenacious Scathachian generals. They forbade Giminicka to ignite it. Funny.....they were right about the innocents.......because their flesh did viciously smolder when she lit it despite them. And after all, it was the swift hand of mother wind which aggressively drove the chaotic flames to burn southwards.

What now was left to do?
Oh, so much more time to inflict mournful misery and pain??her revenge was far from over. By all that was unholy, it was just beginning.

Umrae'diira had warned her with the most stout position??leave RhyDin???do not show your face ever again....lest judgement be rendered.
Giminicka?s jaw twitched a single time in the dark room. Her beloved??her ebony goddess whose body she had carnally worshipped for hours and hours at a time on that Island of woe??had taken a stand against her. And?this was not the first time, honestly.

The caustic night of the fire at Temple Bhaal???Rae told her to follow the commands of the Scathachian generals and shunned the idea of the inferno. Giminicka and she had almost come to blows then??both of them had shared a deep stare?two female titans ready to engage in a hellish struggle??a voyeristic peek into the very souls of these violent warriors.
The beast within had already begun to whisper sinful ideology into Giminicka?s twisted mind even then??perhaps it would have been better if she and Rae had impaled one another there on the battlefield?one final embrace of destiny at the ends of deadly steel.

As they bled to death, they at the very least would have ended their miserable existence on this painful world together. Long sleep would have settled as their spilled blood mixed and became one.
But no such fate.......both pieces on this demented chessboard were spared.......in a manner of speaking. Moved away from confrontation only to meet again??six years later to finish this bloody struggle.
Rae should have stopped her on that dreadful night.....but she did not.

Giminicka stroked the bald head of the baby in her arms??with no more emotion than one would casually stroke the arm of a chair when lost in distant thought.

To the observer, this child was a rare survivor. Not more than three months old, it had endured the slaughter of its family at the hands of Nocent earlier this evening??he had laid on his small back and watched helplessly as his father was decapitated in the spacious hallway. A thick shower of bloody rain shooting forth from the headless corpse as it hit the ground with a sickening sound. Far too easy a kill.

The tiny survivor had heard the unmerciful screams of his older brother as he was beaten to death with the hilt of Nocent?s unholy sword. Over and over she struck him?snapping bones and shattering skeletal framework. When she grew tired of that approach, she used her powerful leg and boot heel. She continued to kick and stomp his body until he was nothing more than a bleeding bag of powdered bones. Yes, this little baby witnessed Hell?s unleashed fury on this bloody eve.

And yet more. The house butler was neatly eviscerated outside of the master bedroom. His tall, strong body folded back onto itself as his innards spilled onto the smooth, polished floor of wood.
This servant had put up a gallant effort?even striking at Nocent with an iron mace. Before he was dead, that mace was literally shoved down his retching throat. Tearing his pharyngeal tissue and snapping off teeth at the gumline were all little sinful pleasures that she enjoyed along the way as she crammed the weapon further and further down the man?s throat. Rae, at one time, would have been amused.......she often noted how easy it was to kill a man??but to make them suffer was beyond orgasmic.

The father.....the brother.......the house servant........oh yes.....Let us not forget this baby?s mother.
Mother is god in the eyes of a child they say??if this is indeed true, then on this very night, the infant witnessed god?s massacre at the hands of a relentless demonic storm?

Mother tried in vain to protect her child?she pounded on Nocent and futilely kicked her even as she was being hoisted from the floor in an unyielding vice grip.
Her twitching, gasping neck fit so perfectly inside of Giminicka?s powerful, armored hand.....she grew damp between her sculpted thighs as the mother gagged and suffocated in front of her baby boy??the survivor.

Behold, the endless power of breath control.....she and Umrae'diira oftentimes would strangle each other during their sexual unions?an exchange of raw power and lust?one being the conqueror and the other suffering the erotic and painful throngs of blind asphyxiation. She hungered to feel Rae?s iron grip around her throat once again??while their long legs explored one another carefully and curious tongues traced gleaming musculature??

Nocent strangled the infant?s mother to death with grim ease.....making sure that the baby could watch his mother?s last erratic volleys of futile gagging and flailing, before her reddened face developed a gorgeous blue tint. Her velvet tongue finally lolled from the left side of her breathless mouth??All was at last still.

Giminicka had then decided to give this child one last meal??a victory and reward for being the last. For being a "survivor".

Nocent crudely milked the deceased mother?s full breast into the empty bottle which had fallen onto the floor during the melee. The beast within then sliced the breasts off of the dead woman and allowed some of her blood to mix with the precious milk which would feed this hungry baby.

She had thought about wrecking more havoc this eve. She was famished for more death. The villa of that insufferable Jewell Ravenlock was merely three homes away??and the damnable Sanctuary of witches but a short run. In fact, when she broke into this house she had seen the Scathachian Reeni?s flaxen blonde head entering the holy refuge.

How sweet......she would kill them all in that Sanctuary in due time. Not tonight?let them stew more in their uncertainty??let Rae make the decision on whether to tell them all of the lustful and dangerous past which they shared??all of that information did not perish in the destructive fire which laid waste to much of the battlefield six years ago??Giminicka had returned.
And with her??the ugly truth.

After gruesomely arranging the bodies around the spacious mansion?she took the child and vanished into RhyDin?s bleak night.

Now here she was??.allowing this orphaned ?survivor? to feast on his mother?s milk and her thick blood??that was truly love. The child hungrily drank the morbid concoction until it would take no more??

Nocent?s thoughts dwelt on the Sisters now. Her established adversaries....Isuelt......Trixie........Laufia. They were the elders there. Quite powerful foes. Their violent deaths would mark the advent of the beast?s return. A great tub of their blood to soak in and lap at, as the darkness fell across the entire land. The vile bitches deserved no less for their self righteous gibberish.

Mirage and Reeni?the middle two. Strong and determined they were. Their decapitated, mutilated heads would make fine decorations to the beast?s newly erected temple in this land of RhyDin. They enjoyed their ?calling? so greatly......let them choke on it and their own blood. Sheep.

And the young ones??the Judges of the new generation as it were?Jen and Eddie. They were stalwart, enthusiastic, and very mindful of their vocation. Nocent would savor the slick sensation of their tongues as she cut them from their insolent mouths, and pleasured herself with them while these two bloodstained lambs were burned over a scalding flame. The perils of youth, indeed.

And Rae?her accolade?where did she fit in this puzzle of gore and melancholy? Their first encounter in the alley was over??Scathach?s honor had won. Their second encounter would be crucial for them both. Was their mother-goddess truly more powerful than the beast? Nocent knew that no matter what happened?she would touch Rae?s body once more, and shed her of all sin. Religion and its inane doctrines aside......Umrae'diira was always hers.

Her crimson gauntleted fingers violently pushed through the baby?s fontanel and into its small brain as she continued to ponder dark evils??wicked vengeance??and unrefined lust for the Drow warrior.
Its shrill scream was instantly silenced as brain matter was invaded and squeezed into wet jelly.
Giminicka?s powerful fingers spread and squeezed the pulp inside of the infant's head as her rage climbed to new heights once again.
The baby was silent.......angels wept.

Children, she mused, should be blessed that they are spared the agony of life?love??and betrayal.