Her body was encased in silk brocade, gleaming like a raven's wing. The bodice of her gown was laced so tightly; how she relished the feeling of constricted breathing. Such a lavish prison of whale bone and fabric. No matter what century it was, she still favored the ways of the Old World. In some dimensions jewels were never sewn onto gowns anymore. That was simply something she refused to countenance. There was a great power to be held being covered in geometric perfection. Fools....

Seated upon her Throne of Thorns, the Empress inhaled deeply, again enjoying the pressure against her ribcage. Midian had been successfully released from the confinement of the Order of Athena. Senseless cows, did they truly think that little rhyme of love and light would sentence her to eternity? There wasn't a single immortal in their order anymore since Ruella had disappeared from the realm of the living. Constanza knew she was not dead, but for some reason she didn't with to be involved with Earth any longer. It suited the Empress rather well...rather well indeed.

It was time for company once again. The lids of her eyes slipped shut, her sensual lips began to form the words that would reconnect the tetrahedrons with the dimensional location of Midian, enabling their possessors to return to this Gothic Eden.

"Ihn-Na Vectu. ShA-DA ro-KU-DA-bah." Her contralto voice penetrated the silence of the hall. She began to chant these words over and over, increasing her passion with every syllable. The echoing amplified the repetition, until the words became a cacophony. Rising from her Throne, her lips never ceased moving. Stepping down from the dais, she moved to the center of the main hall, and lifted her hands up towards the ceiling. Her face became a mask of stillness, her voice falling silent. But the echoes of her chanting howled off of the walls endlessly, the volume yet rising.

Exhaling forcefully, she then opened her mouth and drew in her breath, sucking the resounding chant out of the very air until all was again silence. Through her mind's eye, flashes of the location of every tetrahedron across the multiverse presented themselves. "Come home."

The release of power was felt across the dimensions; it's source unquestionable for those who had felt it before it had been savagely taken away from them all.

The Empress returned to her throne...and waited.

Asesino looked around the huge walls carefully, eyes darting madly as they tried to take every little detail into perspective. Her hair, short as it may be, fluttered in a half-breeze. Her human clothes, ratty black jeans and a gray shirt that had seen better days, hung off her slim frame like she was a doll. She wasn't sure whether she should knock or simply wait to be greeted. How did one enter the palace of the Empress? Asesino continued to look at the huge doors, the imposing figure sending chills up her spine. No, she thought. I'm safe here. Well, relatively...
Asesino brushed some of her black hair out of her face, though it flew back in an instant. She found herself fingering the daggers in her belt, fingers tracing invisible patterns onto the black hilts. She hadn't brought anything with her, since she had nothing of value to bring. Only her daggers and the clothes on her back... While the demon hadn't been in the dimension before, the witch who created her had told her about the stories. Stories about a place where one didn't have to worry about humans, or what others thought of them....
Asesino licked her lips just thinking about it, and as if waiting for her to do something, the doors opened.

"Come Home"
The word would travel faster then light itself it would seem to the crow demons sharp ears, causing her to pause in her actions. The lycan she held by the neck let out a small growl of both anger and fear. She would merely tighten her hold around it's rough and prickly neck, digging her sharp pointed nails into the creatures skin."Your quite lucky you know. If my mistress didn't have need of me at this time, I would have enjoyed ripping and clawing at every part of your putrid body mongrel." The lycan wouldn't reply, but merely turn it's eyes away from the woman, surely knowing what would come next. Cybil would crack the creatures neck in one fluid motion, dropping it to the floor as soon as the deed was done. Before the creatures body would make a loud "thump" against the cold earth, it would transform back into it's human form of a man, probably in his early twenties.

Cybilwould relax her hands, and cause the sharp nails to retreat back into her nail beds, letting out an almost content sigh as she glanced over at the body. One less lycan in the world. Townsfolk should erect a statue in her honor over all the beasts she had killed. They didn't call her "the Mongrel Slayer" for nothing of course. Cybil would clear any thoughts of statues or killing from her head for the moment, as she remembered why she had to stop from enjoying her prey further. The woman would peel off her shawl from her pale shoulders, flicking it back with her cold hands and revealed a set of jet black wings. Probably three feet long, the wings would stretch and wave up and down before Cybil would bend down as if to kneel in front of someone and then jumped up into the air, her wings flapping both gently and swiftly into the cool night sky.
After around twenty or so minutes, the crow demoness would be strolling through the dark halls of the Empress's home, adjusting her dark blue mask as both royals and other dark creatures would stand and watch her with curious and fearful eyes. Cybil would chuckle quietly, her breath sweet even if her disposition was not as she stared in front of herself, never once glancing towards the loud creatures around her. She would walk towards the throne room where the Empresses wasseated in and would then kneel before her, her mask never once moving to reveal anything behind it besides her dark eyes.

"I am here my Lady..."

As the doors parted before Asesino, a butler with the skin tone of a dead fish looked at her with sallow eyes. A bow of his head, and a gesture with his hand indicated that she may enter the Castle. The doors lead into a small antechamber, and through the next set of doors she would find the Main Hall.

The Empresses' expression became one of pleasure as she saw Cybil materialized in the hall. Of course she would be the first to return to her side. Her silvery eyes watched as her kin knelt before her in obsience. A soft chuckle tingled within in her throat before she spoke. "Rise Cybil, and find joy in your return." She gestured for her to sit on the steps before her. It was seldom that Constanza allowed a chair to be drawn next to her for a guest, for that suggested equality. Very few could come close to that gift in her mind.

"How has Earth been for you this past century? And what is your current head count?" She knew full well of Cybil's hate for the Werepeople. It was not her place to stop it, nor encourage it. So long as no random violence graced her presence without being permitted, she would allow the demon to continue her hunt.

Asesino didn't acknowledge the butler, save for a quick glance with her eyes. She hesitated as she faced the next set of doors, though she had no real reason to. She was about to meet the Empress. The Empress. Asesino wasn't sure if her feelings were ones of dread or happiness, for the Empress was supposed to care for those who served her... And kill those who didn't. Asesino took a deep breath and closed her eyes, forcing herself to remain passive. While concentrating her hearing turned into one of a hawk's, and Asesino heard a voice asking a question. There must be another here, Asesino thought. Was that good, or bad? Asesino didn't wish to get into a fight, so she supposed things would be fine... As long as this new person didn't start a fight, of course.
And with that, Asesino opened her eyes and walked through the last set of doors.

(Don't you just hate it when the computer double posts for you? You can delete this post....)

Cybil would smile gently and then lick her lips as she moved to take the seat the Empress offered. Head count the lady had asked, the amount of animals she had rid the earth of while she was not by the woman's side."I suppose, around ninety or so my Lady." Cybil would reply in a cool and rather proud tone, as she lifted her hand up to adjust her mask that had become slightly lopsided when she moved to take a seat.

"I trust, you have been well though My Lady. At least this is my hope."Cybil would turn to look at the dark woman, whose aura of shadow and darkness was so strong even the crow demon could not compare." I am surprised none of the others are here My Lady. It displeases me greatly to see you and~" She would pause as her ears perked up upon hearing the sound of the Main Doors opening. There a woman would be, with relatively short hair walking quite lightly towards both her and her Lady.

"Hello Asesino" Cybil would say before flashing the female a small grin.

Asesino looked up at the woman who spoke. She knew she wasn't the Empress, but didn't bother wondering how she knew her name. Asesino nodded, her dark eyes taking in the large room. The tiles, the patterns, the doors (exits?), the few others in the room... She took it in quickly before looking back at the Empress and the woman who had spoke. Asesino gave them both a deep bow, before closing her eyes and bowing her head as she spoke.
"Hello, m'lady, and your Majesty... I heard your call, and I came." Asesino told them, not looking up. She heard the sounds of wind, rushing through the areas outside the castle. She heard the breathing of the demons, monsters, and various beasts in the castle. She looked back up at the Empress. "Is there anything your Majesty needs before I find where I may stay?" Asesino asked.

"Ninety? Huh." She gave no emotive response as to whether this was approved of or not. More or less, she simply wanted to know before the packs came to her for answers. Knowledge was the ultimate power. She continued to listen to her fellow sister until Cybil stopped short to view the newcomer. This was a fresh face, a child amongst thier ranks. Apparently Cybil knew her, or at the very least, knew of her. Asesino, what a curious name.

The young...demon, yes, demon, came to present herself before the Empress. First impressions were crucial in this place, particularly those of this dark mistress. She was wise enough to make her obesiance in the form of a bow. Must not come from a time and place where women are supposed to be pretty and make curtsies, the sort that were always interesting. Feisty, if you will.

"Asesino, is it?" She lifted an eyebrow that may have been indicative of disdain. "I require nothing of you at this juncture, other than to learn more of you. I do not keep strangers at my court, and you are, currently, one of those. You heard the call, but why did you come?"

Asesino knew she was going to have to be on her toes from the moment she first entered, but so far she knew the best idea was to be honest. After all, she really didn't want to get eaten. Or maimed. Or otherwise injured. Not without reason, at least. Asesino nodded as she replied to the Empress. "I came because I have no wish to be hunted by humans. While I could simply destroy them as they find me, I thought it would be better for me to venture into your realm... I have heard this is a place things like me can stay in relative safety." Asesino said, as honestly as possible.

Asesino found herself breathing deeply, breathing in the smells of the palace. The strange part was that she couldn't smell anything that told her anything... It was like there was nothing to smell, or her abilities weren't working. Asesino mentally chided herself. Of course it wasn't working, she still had her eyes open. Asesino sighed, mentally shaking the thought from her head. If worst came to worst she supposed she could try to escape... Though she really didn't want to get into a fight so quickly. Later, maybe.