Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead

Music from various instruments blared throughout the mansion, despite the soft straw flooring, the sounds of countless people walking and dancing could still be distinctly heard everywhere in the buildings, people drank to their heart's contents and watched with lecherous gazes the dancers, some of them imported from distant lands to add more exotism.

But the main hall where the main festivities were taking place was far from the only area inhabited by guests, countless rooms were also available to them, some were simply private areas where more distinguished clients could do the same thing stated before, feast until their stomachs seemed ready to rupture, or for more private events, there were auctions of various sizes happening everywhere, rooms where copulation seemingly never ended, some were people's darkest desires could be fulfilled, all just with money.

Curiously, amidst all the raunchy debauchery, there were people simply practising the arts of combat, one could even tell that once inside the spatially distorted manor, a basement area had become available, where bloody fights where the competitors were from various species, be it sapient, animals, monsters and everything else you could think off.

Nothing seemed out of the realm of possibilities here, stretching into what seemed like infinity, everyone could enjoy themselves in some way, above the basement and various floors of nothing but personal entertainment rooms, across various wide areas like the first one, on the topmost floor, a single room was located, this one significantly smaller than the rest, for one could easily see the end of it.

An office decorated in a simple manner, the door left open and allowing the sounds from below to seep inside for the head of the operation to revel in, this was the sound of money and success, this was simply perfection to the ears of Lady Syklon.

The person in charge of the highly condemnable activities below and all over the city was satisfied with today's surge of customers, yet it was utterly impossible to infer this from her face, the two guards standing in the room alongside her were convinced that she couldn't possibly be more mad.

Eyes colder than ice, the pale blue inspired nothing but a chilling sensation, her expression was a bit more expressive, but it was she wore all day and nights, always appearing displeased with something, in spite of everything going exactly as she wished, a pigeon could come over and spread its faeces on her shoulder and her day would still be great.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Going nicely with her eyes, her skin was snow white, rather than giving her the appearance of a sickly complexion, it simply gave her a special feel to her, her hair was also perfectly white, combed into a simple ponytail slumped over her shoulder, though, out of all the unusual physical aspects of the ringleader of a criminal operation, what was most noticeable where her fuzzy eyebrows, white as well, it would remind someone of one of those cute moths.

And cute she was, in fact, the men positioned as her guards at the moment only managed to not stare at their adorable boss because transgressions weren't taken lightly, Lady Syklon looked overly young in appearance, her feet where dangling from her chair as her desk was normal sized, even when wearing wooden shoes to elevate herself a bit, she could still be mistaken for a lost kid.

It didn't help that her kimono was so large and ample, like a parent putting on their own clothes on their child, even on her chair it dragged on the ground and she had to raise her arms to free her hands from the sleeves.

The guards couldn't allow their intrusive thoughts to win, she absolutely despised being even slightly treated like a child, the last guy that had done it had left this place without fingers, toes, a tongue eyes, was sticked in a barrel, force fed milk and honey until he got diarrhoea and turned into a rotten mess in his own excrement while he was still alive.

In fact, when one realised that she was a grown woman, it only made her seem incredibly uncanny at all times, especially knowing what sort of things she was involved in.

Drugs, slavery, proxenetism, name a crime and you could probably link at least hundred cases back to her.

She stopped staring at the papers in front of her, raising her head from the desk, her eyebrows raising.

"Is something the matter, My Lady?" one of the guards was faster on the uptake, their boss could hear pretty much everything inside the building, so seeing her appearing slightly confused at something was tremendous.

Or maybe it was not and she was just going to sneeze, but one needed to suck up with great efficiency to get in her good books.

"An insect, or a rat, no… Why does it sound so rough and dry?" she wondered aloud, her voice like a soft cloud blessed by the angels.

"Find someone to get rid of that filth, and go tell the beastfolk whores to get in action already" her voice was beautiful, but the content wasn't in correlation.

The two guards executed the orders immediately and stepped out, the sound of the pest still ringing in her ears, she sighed and jumped off the chair, landing in the ground, the top of her head barely protruding above the desk as she walked to the center of the office.

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Dressed entirely in bright blue, dragging behind her, her hands brought together against her body, a refined walk as she tried to pinpoint the location of the critter, well aware that her men could go for days without finding something so simple.

But that couldn't be allowed, the way that thing sounded as it scuttered around was greatly displeasing, it didn't sound like something normal either, leading her to wondering if one of the monsters hadn't managed to escape, somehow.

The guys in charge of them better pray that it wasn't the case.

'Those fuckers really think they can get paid when making egregious mistakes on the regular? If they can't take care of the beasts, then they'll feed them, lazy bastards must have stacked up on some fat' she cursed them already, listing off every minute mistake they had committed in the last years.

She moved into the hallway, heading straight for the annoying little creature.