Revelation and Devastation (Private to Nightraven)

///*Madame Eris Sange*////


Silence. Tranquility. And eerie grim darkness spread throughout the lowly, unpopulated -- or not so populated -- alley ways of New York City. An odd thing to behold, but then again, of course, one could never assume with a naked eye the 'tranquility' that surrounded the always working city. Even in the deepest, darkest parts of New York, there was action and life. Even if that life was undead . . . .

It was a rare occurrence for the Madame to ever leave her safe haven and domain back in London, but she needed to be here for a special little mission of her own. So, after connecting with a few 'allies' she'd made plane arrangements and flown to America . . . Perfect so it seemed at the time. But then again, not so perfect for the pedestrians.
Deep and seething crimson/amber pupils pierced the darkness with the luminosity of a feline. It was a lowly, seemingly petite figure. A middle-aged woman with a sharp face, gaunt body, and inky eyes. Decorating her simply, torn, ‘pilgrim’ dress, was an old leather belt. It was merely there fore ‘fashion’ reasons and to hold her murder weapons . . . A hatchet, meat cleaver, scalpel, and about four capsules of the dirty, over-used blood of her former victims . . .
It was none other than Madame Eris Sange. The Lady of Chaos and Blood. The Woman in Red, the Maneater. And she definitely lived up to her title . . . Currently, she was out of her comfortable little cottage in the outskirts of New York and simply hunting for a meal . . . . She needed some more dollies as souvenirs from New York . . . Plus, the Lady was getting hungry . . .


A male around the age of 18 was her first victim that night. He was easily beaten down, but had managed to get away. Eris was not a fighter. She was a strategist and manipulative—strength was never really an option for her. So, she relied on her wit and deception for her kills. Her second victim that night was her current . . .

She’d been stalking the young woman for miles now. Currently, she had her against the brick walls, taping her mouth closed to keep her from screaming. “Oh, lovie, hear that? No one’s coming for you . . . A lovely, whimsical feeling to know you are going to die here with no one caring . . . “ Running her scalpel along the crying woman’s cheek, she lightly cut into her throat. “Mm, your skin tears like butter, my dear . . . You’ll be fun to skin. Come on, let us sing together in this joyous time!” She suddenly giggled, a childish essence creeping into her once eerie, low tone.

“With a SMILE and a song, my dear!! Come on, sing with me! Sommeee . . . Day . . . My prince will come . . “ Lightly swaying as she ‘sang’, Eris quietly and almost gracefully slit the woman’s neck and began to start the skinning process to carry the meat back home easier.

"WHY AREN’T YOU SINGING!?!?!?!" She whined loudly, stabbing the already dead woman right in the gut. “Dammit! I KNOW I can’t sing good! You’re a HORRIBLE friend! Good thing you won’t meet MY prince! Because he’s gonna come for me and we’re gonna RUN AWAY WITHOUT YOU!!!!” With a howling cackle and her head tipped back, the Madame continued to work . . . Not noticing the presence upon her . . . .

///*Madame Eris Sange*////

"Finding a new PLAYMAAATTEE!!!!" She told him with a wide toothy grin with little bits of flesh and skin in her teeth. As much as he liked cooking meat before eating it, she was too hungry and had let herself slip just slightly . . . Just slightly. "Ohhh, look at you!! S-soo NOBLE, soo HEROIC . . .So sad and aloonnee . . . " She told him in her little childish sing-song voice. "No one cares about you caped bastards do they . . .?" And suddenly, the Madame's voice was converting back to its cold old monotone . . . Her split personality living true to its name. "As if you'd stop me spandex boy . . . "

"I am Madame Eris Sange. Lady of Chaos and Blood-- Numerous more titles are given to me out of fear, out of respect from my peers. And you are . . . . ? Exaactly . . . SUUCCCHH A THREEAAT!! A LITTLE MAN IN SPANDEX TRYING TO PROVE HIMSELF A MAN!!! OH, BY THE GODS!!" She cackled, waving around her bloody meat cleaver carelessly as if it were a toy-- but then again, by her standards, they WERE all toys . . .

"You should be my friend! People get scared of you and leave you alone!!! It's FUN-- you should meet my dolliles, Mary-Jane, Joshy, and Victoria. They respect me-- Im their BEST FRIEND! Who's YOUR best friend? Oh, right, you're a caped little bastard, YOU HAAAVVEE NO FRIENDS!!! YOU HAVE SO FRRIEENDDSS!!!" She taunted like a little 8 year-old child on the playground with a highpitched sing-song tone..