Lair of Libertines

Once tomorrow arrived Leviathan gave her a heads up were their lair was. "No one actually knows were it is but if anyone has the desire to seek them out or the desire to come after you all you have to do is open a door." After they made love one last time Merope got dressed in her finest attire then simply opened the door. Instead of seeing the Labyrinth, she was looking into a room of white marble with the Lady sitting on what she thought was a throne until she got closer. The throne was actually her minions playing the part of furniture. To her side was her sister playing the part of a dog.

"Welcome, Lilith," said the Lady, stroking the head of her sister. Merope bowed her head in reverence.

"Forgive me, my Lady but that's not my name."

"It was before you were born," said the Lady, "why would you want to keep your human name?"

"Why would you keep yours?" asked Merope, thinking this was a strange question. The Lady squinted her eyes with a hiss as if she was looking at bright light. After a moment pause she made her answer, "I wasn't a demon before my birth but when I died I became stronger then before." Lady Justine stood up from her throne, her minions still in position. She spoke something in French that meant at ease then they stood in a line like soldiers. She introduced each one to her, starting with the man covered in scared crosses.

"This one you can guess is the Bishop, he's my right hand man and my favorite," she said, licking the ear of the Bishop. Merope could see the look of discomfort as she did this then went for the beastly looking man on his left. His lower half was reconstructed to look like that of a goat. He had a clef on his upper lip, a narrow face, and horns to go with it. The Lady put her hand on his muscular arms, "This one is the Duke, brother of the Bishop. You shoulder have seen the look on his face when I took his brother. Funny for a man with no heart he mourned for his brother." By the mention of his brother a look of sadness passed over the contorted face then was emotionless the next. It was the Magistrate's turn to be introduced, he looked far more feminine then masculine. "This one is the Magistrate, I did him a favor and had him castrated, his dick hardly went up anyway." Last to be introduced was the President. He was unnaturally tall and so thin you can see bone. The only thing that looked alive was his manhood. "Now this one I had the most fun playing with. You should have seen how he begged me to save…."

"Enough!" shouted a commanding voice, it came from the Bishop. The Lady looked in his direction with murder in her eyes.

"Enough?" asked the Lady walking over to the Bishop, the Duke began to defend his brother's actions.

"Please, my Lady he didn't-"

"Keep your mouth shut you cowardly bastard or else I'm going to make your punishment worse then it already is!" exclaimed the Lady, the Duke bowed his head in shame and said no more. Merope could see the Bishop was scared as well.

"You just love getting punished, don't you Bishop?" Without getting an answer the Lady did something that was nothing short of remarkable. She put her hand on his scared chest were light emulated from palm to her fingers then he was shot across the room as lightning bolted from her fingertips. As the Bishop began to shake from the electricity the Lady announced, "Does anyone else have something to say?" When no one said a word, Lady Justine turned to Merope with a pleasant smile that said it was just another lovely sunny after noon.

"Now that's out of the way, come with me," said the Lady, taking hold of her arm. She snapped her fingers and her sister crawled over to her mistress like any faithful pet. As they strolled down the hall in silence Merope gazed at the grotesque art on the walls. The monsters looked so life like she thought they were actually alive. "You admire the art, don't you?" asked the Lady in admiration, "Rarely do I have willing guests but whenever I do I put them to use until they bore me or they become attached."

"Was this painter willing?"

"Strangely he was, his reason for seeking me out was he felt Heaven will never accept him so he prepared himself for hell."

"What was his name?" asked Merope as they reached a red door, it looked like it was bleeding. "I never bothered to ask, all I know at him he was good with his hands when it comes to art and the body," she opened the door to a room as dark as the night. "Too bad he developed feelings for me. Him falling in love was the reason I let him go." The woman walked into the dark room were the door closed behind them. Once the door was closed the room began to glitter like the night sky. The only thing that had color was a red bed. Merope was so amazed by the sight that she didn't notice the Lady caressing her body. She was broken out of her trance when the Lady bit her ear.

"What are you doing?" asked Merope, backing away from the woman. Lady Justine's clothes undressed themselves from her body. Her body was beautiful and fair.

"I didn't bring you here just to talk, Lilith," she said as lightning pulsed from her hand and forced her on the bed. She didn't have a chance to escape when the thorns bound her wrists and ankles to the bed. Her dress was ripped off her body as the Lady crawled on the bed like a deadly tiger. Merope struggled but the thorns only got tighter.

"Why the sudden need to leave?" she asked, curling a fistful of dark hair in her hands, "We haven't even gotten to the fun part yet." Before Merope could say anything her mouth was muffled by a kiss. Just like magic the fear was gone but for a brief moment.