For whatever reason Howe chose this body to house her indomitable soul, it appears he took it upon himself to find the perfect little whore to satisfy his sexual deviancy....Who knows what he did with the girl before she was sacrificed to feed her never ending hunger for flesh and gore, but it was something that sent shivers up Francine's spine. The very image of that gorilla of a man grunting and groaning and doing all kinds of perversions to the previous owner of this body " it just sickened her to her very core just thinking about it.
Not the act, mind you. Even she would had enjoyed doing that to some poor unsuspecting victim.Francine; however, could not fault him for handpicking this little gem.
Every day " early in the morning and late at night, she bathes for two whole hours, scrubbing every speck of dirt from under her manicured nails, washing her hair with scents soaps, exfoliating her skin with two types of sponges, plucking her eyebrows so that they were in complete symmetry " everything had to be clean. Everything had to be perfect.
As per her request, she asked that her bedroom beheld a single large armchair close to the fireplace, and it was here that she spent most of her nights alone, sitting in her underwear with a glass of red wine in one hand, and her little black book in the other that beheld all of her notes on magic and technology.
This book contained everything that she had done in her previous incarnations, including a diary written in the infernal language of her origins. A language that was taught to her when she was just a small child by none other than her Father.
As she drew the glass of wine to her lips for a quick sip, her eyes lift up from the notes to the sound of footsteps approaching from behind the armchair. Francine's rear shifted on the plush-red pillow she was sat upon, trying to get herself into a more comfortable position, before she parted her wine-stained lips to talk.
"....I take it since you have returned, the preparations are complete?"
"Yes, Mother," A young girl's voice spoke in return.
Since having eyes in the back of her head was unfortunately beyond her wide range of powers, Francine could still though instantly assume that the girl was silently crying to herself. That wet-salty stench upon the air had given it away.
The wine was lifted for a sip, her eyes dropping back down to her little black book of horrors as she posed the question for the unseen child standing behind her armchair. "If you are upset that some of your sisters are dead, I do not want to hear it. I have little time to listen to the whines of a small child."
The dead tone to the girl's voice, made everything she said just that little bit eerie. "I am not sad, Mother. December, October and November's death were very painful. Both March and May are the most saddened by it. The mental link was too strong for them. May fainted, and March has ran away. We cannot detect her in our network. January is taking the deaths much better than the rest of us. January is strong."
A heartless chuckle came from Francine, "Have January and April track March down and punish her. If her mind is too strong to let go of her emotions fully, then I will have it beaten out of her. The same goes for May " though I may just resort to simply lobotomizing her. She's becoming quite the nuisance as of late. I really can't deal with this kind of a problem, so please make sure it does get sorted out, June."
"Yes, Mother."
Francine dropped that line of conversation altogether now. There were other, more important things on her mind.
"I want around the clock observations on all of the targets " I want detailed reports of their movements, and above all else detailed descriptions of anyone they come into contact with. But do not engage them. We can not afford to lose any more of your sisters too early on in this game. Is that understood?"
"As you wish, Mother.?
Not the act, mind you. Even she would had enjoyed doing that to some poor unsuspecting victim.Francine; however, could not fault him for handpicking this little gem.
Every day " early in the morning and late at night, she bathes for two whole hours, scrubbing every speck of dirt from under her manicured nails, washing her hair with scents soaps, exfoliating her skin with two types of sponges, plucking her eyebrows so that they were in complete symmetry " everything had to be clean. Everything had to be perfect.
As per her request, she asked that her bedroom beheld a single large armchair close to the fireplace, and it was here that she spent most of her nights alone, sitting in her underwear with a glass of red wine in one hand, and her little black book in the other that beheld all of her notes on magic and technology.
This book contained everything that she had done in her previous incarnations, including a diary written in the infernal language of her origins. A language that was taught to her when she was just a small child by none other than her Father.
As she drew the glass of wine to her lips for a quick sip, her eyes lift up from the notes to the sound of footsteps approaching from behind the armchair. Francine's rear shifted on the plush-red pillow she was sat upon, trying to get herself into a more comfortable position, before she parted her wine-stained lips to talk.
"....I take it since you have returned, the preparations are complete?"
"Yes, Mother," A young girl's voice spoke in return.
Since having eyes in the back of her head was unfortunately beyond her wide range of powers, Francine could still though instantly assume that the girl was silently crying to herself. That wet-salty stench upon the air had given it away.
The wine was lifted for a sip, her eyes dropping back down to her little black book of horrors as she posed the question for the unseen child standing behind her armchair. "If you are upset that some of your sisters are dead, I do not want to hear it. I have little time to listen to the whines of a small child."
The dead tone to the girl's voice, made everything she said just that little bit eerie. "I am not sad, Mother. December, October and November's death were very painful. Both March and May are the most saddened by it. The mental link was too strong for them. May fainted, and March has ran away. We cannot detect her in our network. January is taking the deaths much better than the rest of us. January is strong."
A heartless chuckle came from Francine, "Have January and April track March down and punish her. If her mind is too strong to let go of her emotions fully, then I will have it beaten out of her. The same goes for May " though I may just resort to simply lobotomizing her. She's becoming quite the nuisance as of late. I really can't deal with this kind of a problem, so please make sure it does get sorted out, June."
"Yes, Mother."
Francine dropped that line of conversation altogether now. There were other, more important things on her mind.
"I want around the clock observations on all of the targets " I want detailed reports of their movements, and above all else detailed descriptions of anyone they come into contact with. But do not engage them. We can not afford to lose any more of your sisters too early on in this game. Is that understood?"
"As you wish, Mother.?