The moments of Mahdis' sanity were fleeting and rare, but most often occurred here in her son's castle. It was built much like hers, similar architecture and routes, but built like the modern homes of the time. In place of the heavy stones that built her home, Dhiren kept wood and chalky rock pressed flat and hard, painted and decorated elaborately in it's ever changing fashion. Currently it imitated smooth stone, speckled shades of grey, brown, and black, but flat and dimensionless. The elder demoness reached out, and trailed her finger across the wall, her brows knitting together in confusion. "What an unusual stone..." She whispered hoarsely, rubbing her own digits together. All stones she knew were either polished and waxed smooth, like the pure white marble columns and archways of her home, or rough like the limestone walls that built and supported the massive structure. But this, it didn't feel like stone at all... An imitation of the structure she knew so well.
'This is my son's castle..' She remembered in a moment of clarity, dull eyes suddenly darting around the halls to absorb the details of the mansion. Flimsy compared to her own massive structure, but her son was always unbearably soft and far from the mother who bore him. She was well aware that he held a level of contempt for her ways. He himself was a terrible sadist compared to many, but his mother was something completely different and far more dangerous.
Her lips pulled back, curling at the ends in something that was far from a smile, and she eyed the pretty succubus to her side. The girl was careful with her, leading her back to the room that Dhiren maintained for her brief stays. Built exactly like her own chamber back home, to ease the transition between sanity and madness. She moved immediately to the couch, and lounged easily on it, her brow lifting at the question. "Open the dresser you stupid girl." She snapped. "There is one dress inside, that is what I will wear. Before that, you must draw me a bath. Do you expect me to change into clean clothes when I am covered in filth? Where did my son find you, in the slums?" She pointed to the antique tub in the corner of the room, half hidden behind the wood panel doors for privacy. "Hot water, and use the rose soap. If you haul the water now I might be done before dinner."
Her eyes traveled from the silly white haired slave to the walls, and the splatter of color that now adorned it. Not the darkly speckled mockery of stone, but bold black and white, plastered like cowhide. Mahdis stumbled to her feet then, and hurried to the wall as fast as her withered body would take her. "Who has done this?" She demanded as she ripped at the cowhide covering her beautiful walls. She clawed at it, tearing through the thick hide and into a chalky white stone beneath. She growled, plunging her fist through the flimsy false rock, before drawing back, a large and jagged hole left from her rampage. She heaved then as the design faded, the print melting into the wall as it repaired itself and faded back to her painted stone. Madhis snorted, her eyes narrowing. "Damn witches..." She muttered as she spun away, a sadistic grin on her face at the images of torture she would put her spell-casters through for their deceit, and the damage they caused to her home.
Her dark eyes darted wildly around the room before spotting a strange slave girl she did not recognise. Not human, Madhis noted absently, taking in the horns and tail. A demon seductress? Certainly an unusual choice given her husband's unique taste. Normally he would not choose any form of dark creature for his desires. They were like she was, too hard to injure, and far too difficult to kill in the ways he enjoyed. Humans offered something that demons could not, a tender softness that Mstislav delighted in exploiting and testing. Because of that none of his pets lasted long, and Madhis preferred it that way. But a demoness... She might just survive a few years. Years of her husband taking this woman's body, and bleeding her until she begs for death. It made Madhis sneer, a wave of jealousy and loathing passing over her. She would have to have a talk with that man about the durability of his toys.
She walked briskly towards the girl, white powder from the wall falling forgotten from her fingertips. She stared openly at Alses now, too many emotions and half thoughts passing across her face to follow. "What are you doing in my chambers?" She demanded, face contorted with jealousy and rage. "You belong in the dungeon, stupid ignorant child!" The woman all but screamed, her finger jerking towards the door. "Leave! Waste one more second here and I will tear the hide from your bones myself! Insolent whore! My husband will use you as he sees fit! Seek him out once more and I will make you pray for death!"
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