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Princess of Perversion

Chapter 33 Scratch My back

The black hair shifts in the wind. Faith watches the gathering storm overhead. A crooked grin fills her face. Lightning jaggedly descends, covering the sky in yellow to purple glare. Thunder booms, shaking the windows and jarring the shutters all around.

"Oh how fun!" Laughs the odd woman, "Today is definitely going to be a wonderful day."

She gleefully makes her way through the desolate streets. The snow is falling all around and the wind begins to blow. Faith ducks down a dark alleyway. A towering building rises before her. Gargoyles and angels adorn the sides of the massive church.

Graves litter the surrounding area their tombstones dotting the mounds. She walks along, stepping up the stone stairs. The massive doors are closed and she slips to the side, entering a small almost unseen entrance.

Candles light the chapel. The stain-glassed windows are so beautiful. They depict angels and saints in strange colors. Pillars stand all around, crafted from marble. An alter lies near the middle of the room. It is adorned with a crimson cloth.

Faith emerges from the shadows. A sanguine robed man kneels before the alter. His shadowed face turns in her direction.

"Ah Faith. I was wondering when you would come," says the man.

"Well I am very busy as of late."

"So what can I help you with?"

"I need more bodies," says the sly woman, "Otherwise my Doomshrooms will all be gone before the winter is out."

"Very well. This way," says the priest, motioning.

The two walk through the holy place until they reach a spiral stairway that descends. The man unlocks a gate and they move along the winding passage. Darkness hovers, only being kept at bay by the candles that are sparsely placed.

The corridor opens up into a large camber. Four pillars stand, creating a square in the center. Slabs are carved into the walls and coffins sit within the coves. Upraised beds of stone are placed meticulously around the pillars and each is filled with a corpse.

"Been busy I see," says Faith, brushing away spider webs that mask one of the coffins.

"Well it is the season of death."

"That it is. So how many can I have?"

"No more than ten," says the man gesturing over the gathered dead, "I have to keep up appearances after all."

She glances over the bodies. Her fingers wiggle with anticipation, as she lays them upon the corpse of a girl. Faith fondles the cold body, caressing the still soft flesh. Shivers run up her spine, as she plays with the girl.

She splays the legs. Her eyes stare while her fingers invade the neithers. Pulling her hands free with a plop she makes her way back to the head. She opens the stiff mouth peering in. Her fingers pull out the tongue and she inspects it. Setting it back her hands pry the eyes open, revealing the glazed and vacant windows to the soul.

"Hmmm," grumbles Faith in approval, a wicked grin fills her face, "Yes this shall do nicely. So perfectly preserved! I love the winter it takes months for them to start rotting."

The odd woman moves to the next cold form fondling and letting her roving hands do as they please. The priest merely looks on while Faith goes about choosing the choice bodies.

"So how much?" Finally asks Faith, flicking one of the stiff nipples back and forth.

"Twenty-five for the ten," replies the man.

Faith smiles, licking her fingers, "Well, you have a deal. What makes it so cheap though? Normally it is five a piece."

"I still owe you from when the church needed repair, remember? Besides you have always come to our aid when something happens so we are only replying in kind."

"Oh yes I had almost forgotten that. By the way— could you get a couple of our strapping lads to help me with these and a little endeavor as well? I will pay for the services of course."

"What did you have in mind?" Cordially asks the man.

Faith grins evilly, "There is a snake in the grass you see."

"Very well. I will just charge you the fifty in light of these additions."

"I will send the boys back with the money when I am through with them."

The priest turns; pulling on a candlestick and the wall goes down into the floor. Firelight appears, glowing warmly. Shadows move along the walls and Faith steps into the new room.

Three shapes are arrayed at different parts of the room. A beaked mask turns the eyes are tinted goggles. A short and beaten top hat covers the face above the glinting lenses. The being wears a dark, gusting cloak. The body is covered in dyed leather making it almost blend in with the shadows. The figure is scrawny and gaunt.

Another wears an animal skull over its face. It has horns that twirl back and the bleached teeth form a crooked grin. The silhouette is bulky with thick, crimson and ebon armor. Through the blacks of the hollowed face the whites of the eyes are visible. Veins scurry over the surface.

The last is shorter than the others by around a foot. It is neither scrawny nor large. A black veil covers the face from sight. The rest of the body is cloaked in a wafting robe. Bandages can be seen covering the hands.

A delighted smile fills Faith's face when she approaches the recoiling people. Slowly and wearily they edge to within a foot of the grinning woman.

"Mother," says a raspy voice from under the skull.

"And how have you been feeling boys?" Ponders the witch.

"This place is dark and quiet. No one looks upon us with loathing here. We like it," says the beaked one.

"So good to hear. Have you been being helpful?"

The shorter one nods. Faith's hand gently strokes it before she looks at the dismal living conditions. There are three cots side by side. A torch burns on either side of the walled room and a small well is positioned in the far corner. There are several crates forming chairs around a table. A black rose sits nestled in the brilliant vase. An albino peacock is etched into the glass masterfully.

"They have indeed been quite useful. To think that such kind souls have been burdened so heavily," says the priest his arms wide, "It makes me question my faith. You are truly a saint Faith."

"Oh, now you are just exaggerating. I did what any decent person would. Well we must be off. They will return later tonight with bellies full of food and hands full of gold."

***

The maid opens the side gate entering the castle grounds. The snow crinkles and crunches below her feet, leaving prints in its glistening blanket. She hurries up the steps prying open the door. Warm light envelops her and she shuts the door.

Her feet carry her through the corridors and before her is a large oaken door. Her hand gingerly knocks. It creeps open and Hera's face appears. The black bundled hair is neat and tidy and her eyes gleam of amber.

"What can I help you with?" Ponders the maid.

"I need to have a little chitchat with the little master."

"Master, Faith is here to speak with you," says Hera turning her head.

"Let her in."

The doors open and she makes her way inside before it closes snuggly behind. The young Master sits before a desk, reading a piece of parchment. His golden hair slicked back and his white suit clean as ever.

"What is it?" Asks the boy, setting down the paper and quill.

"I have come to collect. Come along now there is much work to be done."

"You heard her go along Hera," says Fontane looking back to his scroll.

"No, no, no you are coming with me. Remember that little task I wanted you to do? I have need of you at the moment."

"Very well. What is it?"

"I will tell you when we get there," hums Faith.

"I am going to need to bring anything?"

"Hmm a sword maybe? In case things get out of hand."

"I should come as well," says the butler.

Faith looks him up and down before shrugging, "Why not it could be fun."

"What about me?" Asks Hera.

"You can just stay here and rest," smiles the sly woman.

"If I must," says the maid, looking to Fontane who nods.

They make their way down the hall to another door and Faith opens it. She moves to the large wooden closet and reaches under it. She hefts out a bag of coins and counts out fifty. She tightens up the sack and slips it back out of sight. The bag at her side rustles with the coins.

"What is with the money?" Asks Fontane.

"No need to worry. It is not for you."

"Well then who the hell is it for?"

"You will see. Tonight you will learn one of my secrets and from this night you will be bound to me as such."

The Young Master looks to Edward who nods, "Very well lets get this over with."

***

The woods creek and groan with the wind. The moon appears from behind the clouds showering its light down. The forest clears around a meadow of silvered snow. Faith stands, tapping her foot in time with her humming. Two torches are stuck in the ground giving off heat. Fontane leans over one warming himself.

"How much longer are we going to have to wait?"

"Not much. Why are you in such a hurry?" Ponders Faith with a yawn.

"I am freezing my ass of that is why."

"You sure do complain a lot," snorts the woman.

A glow illuminates the other side of the forest and shapes begin to emerge. A wagon drawn by horses makes its way toward them. A hooded man steps off. His armor of pear and blood.

"There you are I have been waiting. So did you bring them?" Says Faith.

"Of course I did. You are making me a very rich man."

"Well Clarence let me see them."

"Five bodies as ordered. Now give me the gold and we will be on our way."

"Oh you brought little slaves with you."

"Yah what about it?"

"Nothing. Well I am waiting show them to me."

Four burly men heft out coffins, setting them in between Faith and the man. There are only four of them when they are all set out.

"What is this?" Snarls Faith "There are only four of them. You lied to me."

They crack open the wooden containers and in one there is a woman and a baby. Faith eyes it readily.

"Alright I guess," says Faith reaching down.

The whip lashes out wrapping around his neck and she draws it back. She clenches strangling him.

"Boys I could use a little help here!" Shouts the sly woman.

Three dark shapes rush out of the woods, intercepting the hired muscle. The beaked one slams his bladed fists into the chest of one. The one with a skull slashes down with a nicked and rusted sword. Blood sprays into the air with their screams of pain.

The veiled figure sits at range lining up a shot with a crossbow. It twangs and a man drops dead, the bolt between his eyes. Loading the next is fired almost before it was drawn all the way back. The last man falls to the crimson snow.

Faith pulls her quarry closer. She tightens and he slumps to the ground.

"I told you it was a threat if you wanted it to be. And clearly you wanted it to be," says Faith her grin wide and malicious, "Nobody double crosses me."

"What the hell was all of this?" Shouts Fontane, making her shift slightly.

"A means to an end. Let this be a lesson to you. If you get any funny ideas about telling anyone about, what you and I do together. You will be the one to pay, not me. My standing in the court is far higher than yours and they will believe me over you."

"Why are these people dead?" Asks the shaking noble.

"They betrayed me that is why. I was promised five corpses and I received nine and a quarter. You see the conundrum?"

Fontane is silent for a moment, "So you were going to kill him from the start."

"That I was. There is no way in hell I am going pay one hundred gold pieces for a carcass that is left over from summer. I wouldn't pay that for a fresh one. He was trying to swindle me, the fool."

"So what are we going to do about all of these bodies?"

"Simple we are going to my garden and you will see first hand my secret," Smirks Faith.

Description
Princess of Perversion

Chapter 33 Scratch My back

The black hair shifts in the wind. Faith watches the gathering storm overhead. A crooked grin fills her face. Lightning jaggedly descends, covering the sky in yellow to purple glare. Thunder booms, shaking the windows and jarring the shutters all around.

"Oh how fun!" Laughs the odd woman, "Today is definitely going to be a wonderful day."

She gleefully makes her way through the desolate streets. The snow is falling all around and the wind begins to blow. Faith ducks down a dark alleyway. A towering building rises before her. Gargoyles and angels adorn the sides of the massive church.

Graves litter the surrounding area their tombstones dotting the mounds. She walks along, stepping up the stone stairs. The massive doors are closed and she slips to the side, entering a small almost unseen entrance.

Candles light the chapel. The stain-glassed windows are so beautiful. They depict angels and saints in strange colors. Pillars stand all around, crafted from marble. An alter lies near the middle of the room. It is adorned with a crimson cloth.

Faith emerges from the shadows. A sanguine robed man kneels before the alter. His shadowed face turns in her direction.

"Ah Faith. I was wondering when you would come," says the man.

"Well I am very busy as of late."

"So what can I help you with?"

"I need more bodies," says the sly woman, "Otherwise my Doomshrooms will all be gone before the winter is out."

"Very well. This way," says the priest, motioning.

The two walk through the holy place until they reach a spiral stairway that descends. The man unlocks a gate and they move along the winding passage. Darkness hovers, only being kept at bay by the candles that are sparsely placed.

The corridor opens up into a large camber. Four pillars stand, creating a square in the center. Slabs are carved into the walls and coffins sit within the coves. Upraised beds of stone are placed meticulously around the pillars and each is filled with a corpse.

"Been busy I see," says Faith, brushing away spider webs that mask one of the coffins.

"Well it is the season of death."

"That it is. So how many can I have?"

"No more than ten," says the man gesturing over the gathered dead, "I have to keep up appearances after all."

She glances over the bodies. Her fingers wiggle with anticipation, as she lays them upon the corpse of a girl. Faith fondles the cold body, caressing the still soft flesh. Shivers run up her spine, as she plays with the girl.

She splays the legs. Her eyes stare while her fingers invade the neithers. Pulling her hands free with a plop she makes her way back to the head. She opens the stiff mouth peering in. Her fingers pull out the tongue and she inspects it. Setting it back her hands pry the eyes open, revealing the glazed and vacant windows to the soul.

"Hmmm," grumbles Faith in approval, a wicked grin fills her face, "Yes this shall do nicely. So perfectly preserved! I love the winter it takes months for them to start rotting."

The odd woman moves to the next cold form fondling and letting her roving hands do as they please. The priest merely looks on while Faith goes about choosing the choice bodies.

"So how much?" Finally asks Faith, flicking one of the stiff nipples back and forth.

"Twenty-five for the ten," replies the man.

Faith smiles, licking her fingers, "Well, you have a deal. What makes it so cheap though? Normally it is five a piece."

"I still owe you from when the church needed repair, remember? Besides you have always come to our aid when something happens so we are only replying in kind."

"Oh yes I had almost forgotten that. By the way— could you get a couple of our strapping lads to help me with these and a little endeavor as well? I will pay for the services of course."

"What did you have in mind?" Cordially asks the man.

Faith grins evilly, "There is a snake in the grass you see."

"Very well. I will just charge you the fifty in light of these additions."

"I will send the boys back with the money when I am through with them."

The priest turns; pulling on a candlestick and the wall goes down into the floor. Firelight appears, glowing warmly. Shadows move along the walls and Faith steps into the new room.

Three shapes are arrayed at different parts of the room. A beaked mask turns the eyes are tinted goggles. A short and beaten top hat covers the face above the glinting lenses. The being wears a dark, gusting cloak. The body is covered in dyed leather making it almost blend in with the shadows. The figure is scrawny and gaunt.

Another wears an animal skull over its face. It has horns that twirl back and the bleached teeth form a crooked grin. The silhouette is bulky with thick, crimson and ebon armor. Through the blacks of the hollowed face the whites of the eyes are visible. Veins scurry over the surface.

The last is shorter than the others by around a foot. It is neither scrawny nor large. A black veil covers the face from sight. The rest of the body is cloaked in a wafting robe. Bandages can be seen covering the hands.

A delighted smile fills Faith's face when she approaches the recoiling people. Slowly and wearily they edge to within a foot of the grinning woman.

"Mother," says a raspy voice from under the skull.

"And how have you been feeling boys?" Ponders the witch.

"This place is dark and quiet. No one looks upon us with loathing here. We like it," says the beaked one.

"So good to hear. Have you been being helpful?"

The shorter one nods. Faith's hand gently strokes it before she looks at the dismal living conditions. There are three cots side by side. A torch burns on either side of the walled room and a small well is positioned in the far corner. There are several crates forming chairs around a table. A black rose sits nestled in the brilliant vase. An albino peacock is etched into the glass masterfully.

"They have indeed been quite useful. To think that such kind souls have been burdened so heavily," says the priest his arms wide, "It makes me question my faith. You are truly a saint Faith."

"Oh, now you are just exaggerating. I did what any decent person would. Well we must be off. They will return later tonight with bellies full of food and hands full of gold."

***

The maid opens the side gate entering the castle grounds. The snow crinkles and crunches below her feet, leaving prints in its glistening blanket. She hurries up the steps prying open the door. Warm light envelops her and she shuts the door.

Her feet carry her through the corridors and before her is a large oaken door. Her hand gingerly knocks. It creeps open and Hera's face appears. The black bundled hair is neat and tidy and her eyes gleam of amber.

"What can I help you with?" Ponders the maid.

"I need to have a little chitchat with the little master."

"Master, Faith is here to speak with you," says Hera turning her head.

"Let her in."

The doors open and she makes her way inside before it closes snuggly behind. The young Master sits before a desk, reading a piece of parchment. His golden hair slicked back and his white suit clean as ever.

"What is it?" Asks the boy, setting down the paper and quill.

"I have come to collect. Come along now there is much work to be done."

"You heard her go along Hera," says Fontane looking back to his scroll.

"No, no, no you are coming with me. Remember that little task I wanted you to do? I have need of you at the moment."

"Very well. What is it?"

"I will tell you when we get there," hums Faith.

"I am going to need to bring anything?"

"Hmm a sword maybe? In case things get out of hand."

"I should come as well," says the butler.

Faith looks him up and down before shrugging, "Why not it could be fun."

"What about me?" Asks Hera.

"You can just stay here and rest," smiles the sly woman.

"If I must," says the maid, looking to Fontane who nods.

They make their way down the hall to another door and Faith opens it. She moves to the large wooden closet and reaches under it. She hefts out a bag of coins and counts out fifty. She tightens up the sack and slips it back out of sight. The bag at her side rustles with the coins.

"What is with the money?" Asks Fontane.

"No need to worry. It is not for you."

"Well then who the hell is it for?"

"You will see. Tonight you will learn one of my secrets and from this night you will be bound to me as such."

The Young Master looks to Edward who nods, "Very well lets get this over with."

***

The woods creek and groan with the wind. The moon appears from behind the clouds showering its light down. The forest clears around a meadow of silvered snow. Faith stands, tapping her foot in time with her humming. Two torches are stuck in the ground giving off heat. Fontane leans over one warming himself.

"How much longer are we going to have to wait?"

"Not much. Why are you in such a hurry?" Ponders Faith with a yawn.

"I am freezing my ass of that is why."

"You sure do complain a lot," snorts the woman.

A glow illuminates the other side of the forest and shapes begin to emerge. A wagon drawn by horses makes its way toward them. A hooded man steps off. His armor of pear and blood.

"There you are I have been waiting. So did you bring them?" Says Faith.

"Of course I did. You are making me a very rich man."

"Well Clarence let me see them."

"Five bodies as ordered. Now give me the gold and we will be on our way."

"Oh you brought little slaves with you."

"Yah what about it?"

"Nothing. Well I am waiting show them to me."

Four burly men heft out coffins, setting them in between Faith and the man. There are only four of them when they are all set out.

"What is this?" Snarls Faith "There are only four of them. You lied to me."

They crack open the wooden containers and in one there is a woman and a baby. Faith eyes it readily.

"Alright I guess," says Faith reaching down.

The whip lashes out wrapping around his neck and she draws it back. She clenches strangling him.

"Boys I could use a little help here!" Shouts the sly woman.

Three dark shapes rush out of the woods, intercepting the hired muscle. The beaked one slams his bladed fists into the chest of one. The one with a skull slashes down with a nicked and rusted sword. Blood sprays into the air with their screams of pain.

The veiled figure sits at range lining up a shot with a crossbow. It twangs and a man drops dead, the bolt between his eyes. Loading the next is fired almost before it was drawn all the way back. The last man falls to the crimson snow.

Faith pulls her quarry closer. She tightens and he slumps to the ground.

"I told you it was a threat if you wanted it to be. And clearly you wanted it to be," says Faith her grin wide and malicious, "Nobody double crosses me."

"What the hell was all of this?" Shouts Fontane, making her shift slightly.

"A means to an end. Let this be a lesson to you. If you get any funny ideas about telling anyone about, what you and I do together. You will be the one to pay, not me. My standing in the court is far higher than yours and they will believe me over you."

"Why are these people dead?" Asks the shaking noble.

"They betrayed me that is why. I was promised five corpses and I received nine and a quarter. You see the conundrum?"

Fontane is silent for a moment, "So you were going to kill him from the start."

"That I was. There is no way in hell I am going pay one hundred gold pieces for a carcass that is left over from summer. I wouldn't pay that for a fresh one. He was trying to swindle me, the fool."

"So what are we going to do about all of these bodies?"

"Simple we are going to my garden and you will see first hand my secret," Smirks Faith.