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“It was a Terrible night; haunting forever and always. A horrid sound it made with Its creaking legs, crackling and popping like toppled trees. We were not to expect any reinforcements in months, so we set up for a siege. And that’s what it gave us. We were In a rhythm, we had to be, Every Harpoon Launched needed to be followed with sister shots after sister shots while the previous ballista reloaded. Had we fallen off the beat then a leg would crush a tower on our walls! Such a demand weighs heavy on nerves and focus and it was inevitable for one of us to drop an arrow, disrupting our rhythm. We barely survived that fumble, for even when teams started firing wildly in cluster shots it gave the giant room openings. Screams echoed through the chasm and the sound of cut stone bashing against mountain echoes forever in my mind. It’s what I listen for when drowning out that evil shrieking when we finally sent that monster gushing and crashing into the depths below.

“Yes, I was a service model, served 10 years for corporate terrorism. For my decade I was completely erased and was tasked as a hunting hound model. I somehow survived my sentence but because I had no memory of humanity I was to be shipped off to the front lines to serve indefinitely. Had it not been for the efforts of a young man who postulated to generate and save memory data for a girl he knew who also was servicing a sentence...well, I was part of the first thousand models submitted for the rehabilitation program.

Now, although most of the flesh was shot off, I was given replacement synthetics and my face was reconstructed to the memory before my conscription. Now a free woman, and served my rehabilitation, I aim to educate more members of my kind. So that they too can adjust into a new life.

Its efficiency. There are criminals of all sorts and of every caliber Throughout Conglomerate space. Everything from rapist to terrorists, People who we can’t have about free and running, distracting the many Corporations at work for the war. So. We repurpose. And product Numbers have skyrocketed since we have recycled potential assets.

We call this model the siren spider as an inspiration to Owtlorn barking spiders. See, we have overdeveloped the models nerve sensitivity so that once it is harmed it emits a bloodcurdling scream. Now to bypass it pain sensitive we have made it so that the machine itself becomes over aggressive. That way it’s not convulsing on the ground. A simple “if and then” program. And if the flesh of the model finally expires then the machine will emit a loathsome wailing as it attacks until it’s shutdown.

We are always looking and finding more ways to disrupt enemy advancements through psychological warfare.

The Hellmouth was opened to the world. All of the Humans were now Subject to Receive their Faustian Birthright. But as People Awake In Charred beds and Struggling with their infernal revelation one child did not. Not all the humans became demons, And they were content with themselves but not this one child. She who had Faced much adversity in foreign borders, non human lands, and hated for her Species.

The Violations, The beatings, the threats. Couldn’t stand it anymore. She took up magic but it wasn’t enough. She learned herself around Sword and arrow but it wasn’t enough. She tried almost everything reasonable but it wasn’t enough. So now, something unreasonable. After hearing News that The capital had a Hellmouth opened beneath it the girl sought a contract. The Girl researched the necessary rituals and incantations and found her secluded spot in the forest. She sung the Faustian Song, spilled the Blood Of sacrifice And she waited. And waited. And then from the heavens a Black swirling shape manifested. Her would be Savior of powerlessness.

She offered her body. The demon said no. She offered her soul. The demon refused. The girl began to cry. “NOTHING WILL EVER WORK” she lamented. The Demon lifted her chin and wiped away the Tears. ‘Your Pain And Turmoil is payment enough. You were Made to be weak. You were made too fragile. Whilst others were not. You look at not a demon but a reflection. A future of what was meant to be for your kind’ and with that the demon passed into the girl and she fell into the dirt.

Upon the Thick a band Of mixes, swine and Cat And the vilest Of Hobbish. Happening upon a young girl with opportunities to be made. But as they approached her they couldn’t help but feel a nameless fear. The child picked her self up and awoke from what felt like a endless slumber. The Eyes Changed from White of the Moons to the Black Of The Dark. And before the band could even turn to run the girl opened her hand and willed the trees to Smite her would be attacker’s.

She picked herself up and looked herself over as best she could. Horns and calloused skin. Muscles as strong as copper beams, teeth formed anew and sharp, and her complexion turning A shade entirely Different. And she thought a realization: “this wasn’t a Deal, this wasn’t a curse, this was meant to be. Always”. And so she headed west, without fear in her heart, without Malice in her mind, but with the longing to return home. To all those humans who felt the same”

“You can still recall the haunting wager the Garden Elf made. ‘Retrieve this silver key by your means and my trunk is your for the taking’ It was ridiculous to have bet your life, but knowing how simple the task was and how extravagantly rich the elves are you took the deal.

She even gave you until nightfall to prepare for her and you did. You’ve set the entire length of woods up with such intricate and lethal machinations that could fell a giant and with that built the foundations of your glamorous victory. But as night came your confidence immediately melted away as fear swept up your spine

you hear a haunting melody coming from somewhere beyond your traps. It’s a beautiful song in a language you can’t fathom. But somethings wrong with it. At one point of her lullaby she comes upon a verse that must be sung with a choir- because she alone is singing in multiple Pitches all at once. As if she is duplicating her voice. The song is coming in multiple directions. They are steadily avoiding all of your defenses. And they are steadily making their way towards you.”