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[Sound of maching being turned on.]

OH! It lives. It speaks. Do you want to speak with Princess? Leave a messege here, and maybe I'll come find you. Want to play a game?

[It is turned off.]

Princess is most displeased. No moon, no nights. So long. Starving we were.... The beast crying. The sun burning. Fangs itching. Not pleasent. Not pleasent at all, is it, Miss Edith? No... No, no, no, no, no, no.... But we did good, did we not? A little snack when the moon was ready to dance again. Oh yes. Such a pretty girl. A puppet on a string. A girl on a string. Her string. Yes. All full now. Thank you.

How naughty... The doll did not play very nice at all. It sparkled and cracked.... Thinking it could fry Princess with its electric things... Silly, silly shiny doll.... But Drusilla thought him. No more he is. Nothing left. Only smoke in the wind... Princess is hungry. There is such lovely carnage on the streets. People are running here and there. Easy pickings for Princess and our little friend.

There came a friend for Princess... Princess is no longer lonely. Such a cute one he is...



We have had such a darling time. He likes the red and warm flow, just like Princess does... But he is a little naughty, drinking to fast. Such a cuddly one... No, no longer alone.

One little pinky.... two little pinkies... And the girl will dance no more... Princess is terrible bored. The girl won't sing anymore for Princess. Nothing left inside, only pretty red rubies... tumbling down like rain. Daddy always liked those. Now Princess can only play with them alone... Small patterns they draw. See, Ms Edith? See it all?

Such a nasty game... Princess had to make a little sling. Almost like Daddy. Grandmom liked it so. But it will not go with the dress, oh no. Must find new, yes. Miss Edith always knows best. Don't you, my dear? Much to do.... Another party, indeed...

[The device is being turned on, probably by accident since there sounds as if it was bumped into. One can hear Drusillas giggle at first... Then silence. Then she giggles again. Then a tearing sound is heard... Drusilla moans, as if in pleasure or pain it is not clear. Then silence. Then she giggles again.]

Such a fun game you make.... Princess is almost amused. Almost as good as Daddy....

[The mirror-demon must not have liked this at all. Drusilla moans again, this time clearly from pain. The tearing sound is heard again as if somethign is being pulled apart. The sound of bones breaking is heard. Drusilla pants heavily and moans loudly, clearly in pain.]

You are not playing by the rules. The King will be most displeased.

[A loud noice is heard, and the sound of shards falling to the floor at the same time as the device is being bumped into again and turned off.]

[OOC: The demons amused themself with hurting Drusilla. She liked it, but didn't think they did a good enough job. (Nothing beats Daddy after all...) They promptly pulled off one of her arms... ]

Fairys playing a game.... Wicked, wicked.... Princess is pretty, oh yes..... Is she not? Yes she is.... So interesting to see. Haven't seen it for so, so long. Is Daddy in there to? Will the wicked one show him as well?

Hmm... Practise makes perfect... Just like when Daddy had such fun games with Princess... Can still smell the blood in the air.. A perfume to Princess...

And the ball. Such a fun time was had by all. The King is here, and he is a Lord... Princess likes him much, oh yes... Miss Edith agrees as well. Time for tea.

Ah... Yes... So it is. With everyone and everything. Such a naughty man. More then meets the eye, oh yes. Princess is having fun. And finding new little friends.

See, my dears? There will be a bal. A pretty party... An invitation for Princess from the old one, oh yes... And Princess will come. Will there be tea? Will there be cookies? Will there be dancing... Oh, Princess think it will.

Now we must find a pretty girl with a pretty dress to wear...

Memories... Again. Like little dollies all brokend. He did it to them. To me. My precious Angel... Sweet Daddy. Such a pretty game you played. Much to be done. Many to play with. Ah yes... And all a gift to you, Daddy. Can't you see what a precious Princess I am? You said so, didn't you? When you ripped there lungs out...

[I desperat scream, full of fear is heard, and in the background a violin-player that seems to be walking away, if the sound is to go by... ]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

Oh God! Please... Someone help me... There are... terrible things here. I don't know where I am?

I... I think the girl over there is dead... I dare not touch her. Her... arm is not attatched to her body... Is.... Is there a monster here?

Please... I beg off you. Anyone. Help me. Father will be sure to look for me... Someone...

I have to leave this place. I have to find a priest... The poor girl... She needs a proper burial.

[A russtle of skirts, and someone picking up the machine and running feet, then it is turned off.]

No fair for Princess..... Playmates for everyone, and not for me. Mayhaps Princess can find one? Sweet William was such a good boy. Then he sparkled and disappeared. Just like Daddy.

It is snowing! Oh, how wonderful! White, white, white everywhere! Just like Christmas. But it is not Christmas now, silly snow. Lets wrap warm, warm and soft presents in the snow... See? Pretty? All red to all the white. Princess is very happy and warm.

[[OOC: If your character run around Tayon and Red light district you'll find homeless, often young, victims in the snow wrapped up like gifts with there own entrails used as gift-wrapping. Yes. She is disgusting.]]

The stars are falling down like rain... all singing and dancing and celebrating the great city... City of love? Of hate? They can not tell.... And all tell at the same time... It is all very confussing, and Princess can not make out what they mean.....

{One can hear Drusilla singing in the distance coming closer and someone or something crying desperatly.... A man? A woman? A child? It is hard to tell. Dancing feet are also heard, coming closer... }

It happened on one evening late,
As the maid was going to bed,
She heard a sound, a beautiful sound,
That made her heart feel glad.

She thought it was her brother John,
Returning from the cane;
But who should it be but Lord Henry,
Just from his wild hunting.

"Get down, get down, Lord Henry,
And stay all night with me;
For the very best lodging in Mulveren Town,
The best I'll give to thee."

"I won't get down, I shan't get down,
To stay all night with you;
For there's a prettier girl in the merry green lands,
That I love much better than you."

As he leaned o'er his milk-white steed
And kisses gave her three,
She held up a knife in her right hand
And pierced him heartily.

"O live, O live, Lord Henry,
Half an hour or more;
For the very best doctors in Mulveren Town,
You'll soon be in their care."

"O live, O live, how can I live,
How can I live you see,
When l can feel my own heart's blood,
Come trinkling o'er my knee?"

{During the song some stabbings are heard, and the crying stop quite abrubtly. If you have heard it before, you can hear Drusilla's glee-ful laughter, happy like a little girl. Then she continues to sing.}

She called her waiting maids unto her
To view his body so fair,
Saying, "Of all this finery you see around here,
The finest you shall wear."

Some took him by his curly locks,
Some by his hands and feet,
And threw him in the cold, dark well,
Which was both cold and deep

"Lie there, lie there, Lord Henry,
Till the flesh rots off your bones!
That prettier girl in the merry green lands,
Shall mourn for your return."

There was a pretty parrot bird,
Sitting high upon a limb,
Saying, "You murdered Lord Henry,
And in the well threw him."

"Come down, come down, my pretty parrot bird,
And sit on my right knee;
Your cage shall be the finest gold,
And the door of ivory."

"I won't come down, I shan't come down,
To sit on your right knee;
For you have murdered Lord Henry,
And soon you'd murder me"

"I wish I had my bended bow,
My arrow and my string;
I'd pierce a dart so close your heart,
Those notes no more you'd sing."

"O if you had your bended bow,
Your arrow and your string,
I'd take my flight to the merry green lands
And tell what I'd seen."

{During the last part of the song, dancing feet are still heard, but they are not quite in rythm, and the steps are heavy like the dancer carries something heavy. When Drusilla has finished singing, there is first silence. Then some really disturbing sounds are heard... Like bones cracking, and some eager slurpings... Then the machine falls, or so it sounds, and it is turned off by default.}


[OOC: Yes, Dru is quite the disgusting creature. Add to that, insane. Sorry if anyone is offended in anyway by this... bloody post...]

Do you remember? Oh yes, we do sweetlings... Valentines day to be celebrated, oh yes... Such pretty gifts Princess got once, remember? But not now. Not here, oh no. Had to find it myself, I did. Still pulsing it did to, tasting so delicious. And a pretty dress she had as well.