"Shyrrik, Shyrrik. Were are you. You snivelling little runt."� Lord Sythaeryn of the Dark elves called.

"H, here my lord."� Came the shaky reply of a hunched up elf.

Lord Sythaeryn looked down on the twisted form of the pale skinned excuse for a living thing. Sythaeryn wore his black armour which shined like a beetle under the low lighting of the throne room. The walls were coloured a dark green marble as the floor was coloured a matt red. Two guards wearing death masks stood by the tall arched doors. Across the walls were large glassless windows looking out across the dark city and the grey skies. Shyrrik looked down at the spread eagled body of a Dwarf. It pleased him to see the small man had been disfigured. The great lord had shaven off the mans beard and cut his bare chest open and removed its intestines leaving them unfolded dripping blood down from the metal table. The Heamonculus master surgeon stood at the head of the disfigured Dwarf who wept in pain.

The Great lord Sythaeryn smiled at the pleasure he saw in the deformed face of Shyrrik.

"What does my master wish of me."� Asked Shyrrik.

"I wish of you to head out to the border of Dramakor and inform the Dwarf's of Melgator that we will ride against them when the Dark Lord invades their realm. I wish you to tell me of the fear you see in their weak faces on your return."�

Shyrrik bowed humbly back stepping away from his Lord. Shyrrik was a hunched elf who had been disfigured in battle. For such wounds the Heamonculus surgeons had disfigured him further twisting the skin of his face so that he looked more hideous for their own amusement. Sythaeryn however had decided to keep the weak worrier alive if only to remind the runt of what he once was.

Lord Sythaeryn turned his attention back to the Heamonculus surgeon who now held a pair of jagged blades.

"Take out his eyes my Queen Soora will enjoy their taste it is a rather scrumptious delicacy. Then once he has finished screaming sever his wretched head and have Shyrrik return it to the Dwarfs before he leaves."� The lord said to the disfigured face of the surgeon Heamonculus

Sythaeryn felt the cold touch of his Queens hand around his neck as she had crept up behind him. He turned and both gave each other a passionate kiss and watched in delight as the surgeon Heamonculus tore out the two eyes of the screaming Dwarf. Blood spurted out across the white apron of the cruel tormentor. Once he took the second eye from the socket he bowed handing them to the tall pale Queen Soora.

Soora was almost naked except for a beetle like bra and a short thong at her groin and a long dark red cape that trailed across the floor behind her. The Surgeon Heamonculus admired the sheer beauty of the untouched smooth pale skin of the beautiful Queen. Skin so pure and untouched brought desires the Heamonculus dare not speak allowed for fear of the Dwarfs fate.


Soora ate both the eyes before the Surgeon severed the Dwarfs screaming head. A blast of blood vomited from the severed neck.

"Shyrrik take this head back to Melgators Captains of the Dramakor border."� The Dark Elf Lord Sythaeryn said allowed.

"So you have decided to side with Lord Argamoth have you my love."� Asked Soora whilst running her fingers down the back of her Lords neck. Sythaeryn felt the desire pulse his very skin at her simplest of touches. Both now stood feeling the cold wind from the glassless windows looking down on the towers and castles below.

"For now."� Answered lord Sythaeyrn.

"And of Blackthorne and its Human King Victor Arcadius."� Queen Soora asked using both her hads to massage the neck of her lord.

Sythaeyrn felt a desire of his Queen in her touch.

"We will see Blackthorne and its King Victor Arcadius fall."� He replied turning to embrace his Queens desires.