'She serves the highbloods, you know. She embalms their favorite kills so that they may keep them as trophies for years and years.'

'Do they ever rot?'

'I don't think so… they say she embalmed her matesprit from a hundred years ago and that he's still perfectly preserved in her private morgue.'

'Her matesprit?'

'Yes. They felt red for each other before she discovered her immortality. They say that he died in a fight and that she retrieved his body before it was devoured. She embalmed him in secret. It wasn't long after that the highbloods requested her service. You see, before that she embalmed lusii that young trolls couldn't bear to part with.'

'But now she works for them? Talk about a change in work.'

'Not really, she still embalms and that's all she cares about.'

'Weird'

'Yeah. Even weirder, she wears this gas mask. She keeps, like, dead rats and things in it, because she can't stand any smell but the smell of death.'

'That…That's disgusting!"

Dead eyes swept over the body of the mutant as he was laid on her table.

One of the two green bloods who brought in the body began to speak to her.

"Now, UnderTaker, the Grand Highblood—"

"Leave!" Her glove hand whipped towards the door in a hasty gesture as she hissed her command. Both pages yelped at the sound of her death-rattle like voice and scrambled over each other to get out the door. Her hand lowered as the door slammed shut and the pages' hasty footsteps faded. The tank on her back made a terrible hiss as she took a deep breath through her mask. She walked over to the table and stared at the blood pooling around the Sufferer's wrists. She picked up a scalpel and slid off one of her gloves. With a quick motion she cut open her palm and her dark blue blood dripped down to mix with his. She hesitantly used her still-gloved hand to mix the colors more thoroughly. A beautiful purple shade sprung up under her fingers. She sighed and wrapped her cut hand in gauze before replacing her glove. She turned to her assistant and nodded to him.

"Bring the syringe." She rattled, "It's time to begin…" She looked back at the corpse of the only other troll who had shared her matesprit's mutant blood.