He smiled as his creation floated before him, encased in a lavished, shiny version of the torture instrument known as Iron Maiden, its dimensions were fairly large though the Maiden was 15 feet tall and 8 feet wide and 4 feet deep. It hovered above the quicksilver pool and spun gently in the air as Macaroth inspected it, he set it down on the chamber floor and opened the mask window to greet the occupant.

A pale gentle face lay behind the mask, her eyes slowly opened revealing them to be bright and captivating ice blues and she smiled extending her rosy lips, her voice was musical as she spoke "Hello father..how may i serve you". Macaroths heart skipped a beat, she was even better than he expected, he smiled back to her "all in due time my sweet Rose, just sleep for now." She closed her eyes again as he closed the beautifully molded mask that hid even greater beauty. He summoned his imps and had her taken upstairs to sit in the chapel in place of the altar. Macaroth sat down to rest after this arduous task was done and contently ran his fingers through his long hair and relaxed by the fireplace in his throne.

The people came to the chapel to see this new machination of strange times, while fearing the Iron Maiden they were also captivated by the fact that it was not in any way grisly like its sisters. The Iron maiden was molded into an image of a girl praying while looking up to the sky, her hair flowing around her and her hands clasped to her chest, also the girl had angelic wings that extended along the sides of the metal box. The people were somehow comforted by it, trusting their saint to know whats best as his army grew stronger by the day the man at arms having amassed a hundred more able men in just a few days. These men were excluded from Macaroths life sapping aura for the duration of their service.