A word of warning to men everywhere who would presume to trifle with the Ladies.
Annabelle
She strolls along, her stealth uncanny...eyes expressing her disbelief . Deaths sweet release, the prize she seeks ....her ultimate relief. Foul odor accompanies sweet anabelle..sensed, not quite discerned. Steady on, her mission paramount....attracting notice, unconcerned.
Life's lustre lost this fateful day...betrayors' paid the price... Damage done her soul this day...just payment exacted, thrice. Wretched pair offended her...continued existance, foul insult... Indescretion not allowed, swift awful vengence...inevitable result.
The hearts she carries in her hands, seem yet to flutter, still... Is better to have loved and lost, what silly nonsense...utter swill. Anticipation, heartbeat rapid...cruel vengence still incomplete... Tonight's cold moon holds promise...carnal yearning will retreat.
Honeysuckle upon the breeze...mother moon ascends the sky... Course of action plain enough, Annabelle begins to cry. Inserting steel through protesting flesh...involuntary groan.... Three hearts lay upon the alter-stone...the beating one, her own.
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Mhorashty
Evil bubble of perception...stinking of carrion., prurient interests...seeking favorable reception... Gentle souls as they flower, succulent dining results...causing the stalwart to falter, spitting cruel insults. Road to destruction, craving adulation.... capering, fawning...offering obscene copulation... As incentive, demanding mass destruction...gentle souls no more...rancid decay...inviting corruption.
Lovers of carrion, riding ruby eyed vultures...gleefully snickering...decimating peaceful, pastoral cultures... Disdaining sword and more honorable weapons...cruel soul eaters...shapeshifters...preferring deception. Carnal lures their armament, viscious desires...whispered in countless ears, infernal plan requires... Willing perversion of other's morality...co-operation....eager inductees are found, across every nation.
Oh soulless Mhorashty, freely walking amongst us---offered comfortable flesh lodging---festering places inside us... What gift was it, you offered during carnal embraces...evil truth to be found...in ancient graveyards...and other foul places. Brief fleeting pleasures you offered, high prices demanded---parasitical lust consummated, rampant chaos demanded... As flies among entrails, celebrating awful deception...no shortage of souls, offer adoring reception.
Beautiful Mhorashty, ancient tellers of lies... Herald anticipated return, of the Lord of Flies.
They roam the world of the mortals for unknown reasons but seem to be drawn to death like fleas to a dead corpse. They're said to wander freely between our world and the Netherworlds but more is not known. In other contexts they're also seen in connection with Etherus as creatures of lust and the sins of love although their alignment to death and destruction seems to be pre-dominant.
