Desdemona watched the girl as she spoke of her 'lost love'. A foolish notion, but it brought a repreive so the lamia was loathed to correct her. He had wanted nothing more but her deauty and his secrets kept. A shame he had passed, but it was so and so it was. Hissing the odd form of laughter shevhad the snake's eyes gleamed with malice. " I fell from the grace of God long ago. We were poor and i had a tool men desssired! Why ssshould i have not usssed it? Twas them who ssshould have kept their sssecretsss better." She swore then. The same as she did when thevhad killed her. There was no need to plead. To kill her would be a mercy. She doubt this being would give her that.

So she waited, and plotted. Chitter was not as shevhad thought and this was far worse a hell than aught she had seen save for the Incident involving D. Ark. That worried her. But luckily ahe had slipped out of the carnaval to hunt whilst he had been about his rampage. She waa not such a fool to stay in the lone of fire.