"Enjoy yourselves"
Slaa'leth closed her eyes as she embraced the crimson that was being poured onto her by her sisters. She shifted into a comfortable position to fully enjoy the literal blood bath that was commencing. Her wounds began an immediate recovery as the torment that the "volunteers" had gone through to retrieve this blood began to fill her exposed cuts that leaked with warp energy.
Her sisters had already conducted their recovery, and fully rejuvenated they once again served their mistress. "Maiden" Slaa'leth cooed eyes remaining lightly closed.
Her sister, the one known as "the Maiden", Azyrek stepped forth towards the container. "Yes mistress?" She said softly, bowing deeply.
"Come closer." Slaa'leth whispered opening her eyes to look upon the Maiden. She moved forward without hesistation awaiting further commands. "The pilot. We have left him for several days now." She began to cup blood into her hands and gently rub it into her arms. "If he is still there, pleasure him." She stated bluntly, "he has earned that right I feel. However don't forget. Have some fun yourself, my sister." Her mouth twisted into a smirk as did the maiden's.
"What if he isn't there, mistress?" She asked gazing into Slaa'leth's eyes.
"I cannot abide the idea of a traitor having gazed upon me and still being alive. So I will leave that to you." She replied an act of innocence and shame portrayed amongst her words.
"Which am I hoping for mistress?" she questioned playfully.
"We still need a pilot, sister" the smirk widening upon her perfect face. She stood up in the container and placed a cupped hand against her lips and let the red life force fall into her willing mouth. She gracefully stepped out of the container and placed a hand on the Maiden's cheek and in a rush of excessive passion their lips met and the Maiden felt the trickle of blood down her throat.
"I will see it done, mistress" Azyek replied licking the excess from her lips, as Slaa'leth stepped backwards checking over her skin.
"With haste" her mistress added her eyes not falling upon the Maiden. With those words spoken the Maiden, Azyrek'Lethi quickly left the room.
Slaa'leth leaned over the container where the blood rested. She placed an elegant hand inside and began to stir the contents and allowed her thoughts to drift.
That makes three inquisitors so far.
She began, remembering the past ten days or so.
One was quite relentless in his pursuit, but the care the three seemed to have for one another appeared to be their downfall. How pitiful humans are indeed. That's why two of them were left bleeding onto their grotesque city when we escaped.
She questioned for a while whether that would be the last she would see of that particular inquisitor, was he dead? Probably not. The soldier quite possibly, but she very much doubted the inquisitor had parted from the living. From her own experience they were simply too stubborn to die.
Her thoughts trailed to the other group of human imbeciles who attacked her promptly just before discovering her prey, Inquisitor Gavaree.
We were all badly damaged in that clash. It seems their technology and psychic ability is the reason behind their method of discovering our true identities. However once we got over the initial shock of being discovered so easily for a second time they quickly retreated when I showed them my true form and the true power at my command. I do have to admit watching their trusted comrade turn one of her team mates into a bloodied paste was rather amusing to my eyes. Artistic.
Her mind remembered the sweet taste of Gavaree, the brightness and the power he held in his soul. She loved that feeling and wanted to embrace it again.
Maybe that third Inquisitor, the one whose name I cannot bring myself to care to remember, will taste just as sweet. I want that soul for myself and eventually I will claim it. If we were not so wounded I wouldn't have hesitated to take it there and then. Perfect timing on his part, which I must commend him for. As tasty as his soul could be, it may be far more fun for me to try and corrupt it. "Inquisitor of the Holy Inquisition." Lap dog. If he is going to bark for anyone it might as well be for a true God, not a falsely acclaimed idol of an insignificant race.
"Mistress." The Madame, Lae'Veren Illise spoke out interrupting her sister's thoughts. "What are our orders?"
Slaa'leth turned to face her. "My sister, we've been told to lay low for a while, until more information is discovered. Enjoy ourselves is the official orders." She stated her eyebrows rose playfully. "So my dear Madame, please find us some appropriate play things to which exude our enjoyment on."
The Madame Lae'Veren nodded in approval with an evil smirk clear upon her face. "As you wish, my mistress." She replied and playfully bounded for the door in excitement and quickly exited the building.
It's time for a change of tactics.
The final thoughts filling her mind before she began to prepare for the arrival of new play things.