Sitting on a rocking chair, crafted by her finest Son''s was evidently confused; staring at the doorway pondering what had just happened. One moment she was with her beloved daughter Natalie and the next she was out the door. Natalie''s actions had been weighing on Cassandra for a while; while being an adopted and completely and utterly adorable, it seemed like no matter what she tried there was always a distance.


    Be it whipping, skinning, licking or kissing Natalie seemed to have some kind of immunity to Cassandra''s love. There are some situations in life that are utterly infuriating and that is exactly where Cassandra finds herself right now, 30 years after finally uniting the conitnent; though she would never take credit, ignored by her lover and distraught from her daughter running off whenever they spoke of simple tribulations.


    *sigh*


    "Why is it everytime I try to open up to her, she runs away when I explain what is bothering me ?" Cassandra monologue''s, staring at the skinless whore tied above her bed. Her beloved''s fiance had gone missing 17 years ago and has never been sighted since, Cassandra thought her children exceptional for their performance; though still confused as to how they knew her need for the woman to be strung and stripped.


    After living for some 40 odd years in the body of an teenager Cassandra had started to sense with reality, attending court, her love and not to mention her experiments.


    "I''ve really have got to figure out what to do with these idiot''s, they whine *mother mother* despite being failure''s. Only me and master Hall deserve to be immortal, Natalie as well, but she earned it; my darling daughter."This book was originally published on Royal Road. Check it out there for the real experience.


    Staring at the skinless yet not to be corpse stapled to the crown of her bed, Cassandra decided; not only was it time, it was the perfect moment. Calling for whom Natalie titled "eldest brother" Cassandra impatiently waited.


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    Tyrus heard his name being called, yelled through the empty corridor, "Eldest brother ! Eldest brother, Mother calls for you !" A simple sentence that every child craves to hear, "mother calls for me" Tyrus ecstatic yet feeling trepidation fumbled and ran, ignoring the one who called him. Tyrus with his ridiculously long red curly hair bouncing along as if being a cloud on drugs; trailing along the pale body of what could only be called as a failure by the brother''s, arrived to Mothers door.


    "Enter." Cassandra muttered, absently staring at the flayed woman, still.


    Tyrus entering the Mother''s room was overjoyed and could not believe the fortune which had happened upon him, she had called for him ! her words were worth more than any gold coin, any spell, even the finest pleasures never felt like what her words did and yet here he was speaking to her!


    Cassandra sullen, still stared at what one would call a corpse, her eyes focused and determined, slowly her visage of a goddess turned to meet Tyrus''s eye''s; a deathly chill spreading through the room. Cassandra gazed into him as if there was some kind of unfathomable secret to be found while Tyrus could only realize while the Brothers kneeled, for she truly was a God.


    "Why does my darling Natalie always run away when I''m sad ?!" Cassandra exclaims.??Tyrus, kneeling, dumbfounded and distraught answers "Mother, she cannot stand you to be sad so she seeks to rectify it as a proper familial daughter would."


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    "Mother has spoken, today Aristocracy will die"


    (or whatever i said before.)