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[h3][center][i][color=orangered]Suparna Wolgen[/color][/i][/center][/h3]

The Queen of Carrion gazed upwards from the catwalk as the melody of moans seemed to overpower the chorus of battle for a brief time, Fran enjoying herself as only a carnal warrior could. It brought a smile of sadistic delight to watch the succubus at work, the maggots that had joined her on the deck telling the Whole everything it wished to know. While Fran had busied herself carrying off her victims for a quickie, the maggots crawled after her for the easy prey she would leave behind. A room full of defeated Angels eager to throw themselves at the first creature to walk through the door. 

Their screams of pleasure as her maggots crawled amidst their brains and puppeted their bodies made Suparna sigh in rapturous delight. The Angels may have been exhausted from their brief captivity, but the flesh was still willing wear the mind and soul were weak. They shambled out of the room in a hoard of moaning Angels, their armor rent by Fran's promiscuous affairs and only a scant few able to recover their weapons along the way, but they still trundled on deeper into the Elicitor. If they were so desperate for affection then they could claim it from the Machina crew by force.

A figure alighted beside her without noise or animosity, one that she was vaguely aware of through a mutual friend she just threw into battle. [color=orangered]"Hello to you as well, necromancer. Contrary to belief, Chirada and I are very much among the living. Though seeing as you are here, we'll be courteous and try to leave the 'bones' of our Machina and Angelic foes intact for you."[/color] Suparna said courteously to the necromancer as she directed Chirada towards the door leading inside. [color=orangered]"There isn't an issue if you want to rot the whole crew, but do  try not to destroy the whole fortress. This place would be a marvelous nest for my carrion, and what is good for the maggot is good for the corpse, as we like to say."[/color]

Chirada had nothing to contribute to this conversation, unable or just unwilling to speak, and set about smashing down the door with a swipe of its wings. The steal buckled and flew off the frame, skidding along the floor with an ear grating racket and flying right between a waiting scientist and his Machina minion. [color=orangered]"Oh, the first course presents itself. I suppose carrying Fran along exposed us earlier than I hoped, but there is nothing to be done about it. Chirada, see if you can take the Succubus Machina alive. I smell a pure human and it's making me hungry."[/color] 

They stood framed in the doorway, ready to leap forth as the light dwindled to nothing behind the. A surge of vampire bats poured through the open doorway as they shrouded the Elicitor in a mass of flapping wings black as pitch, courtesy of the Blood Countess. Suparna smirked victoriously, not even needing to attack up close. Her arms spread wide and spilled her carrion forth through her sleeves to be carried away on the backs of bats and rain onto Machina pair, all the while Chirada zoomed through the storm of beating wings to strike the Succubus across the chest while she was blinded.