Doll of the Mistress ft. Valkyrie
Added 2025-06-21 14:40:36 +0000 UTC"Start a recruitment drive, my numbers are stagnant".
She tells through a loud speaker while sitting in the sun by her pool.
She is sipping coffee and eating freshly baked croissants.
Her residence adorned with white Italian Marble, gold and other precious stones.
The outside is opulence and grotesque indulgence.
Fresh flowers and exotic plants from all over the globe delivered daily.
The finest foods to what ever she may desire.
She has jewellery made from ancient artifacts, melted down and reshaped from their original form.
She is pampered, taken care of like some sort of divine deity incapable of stooping to even bathing herself.
The Marble, the gold, the glitz melts away through a set of iron doors in the centre of her Mansion.
Beyond them its dark.
Its a concrete tunnel leading to her lair.
Her office.
Lining the hall are artifacts from the world of horrors she has created.
Its a testament to service and sacrifice.
Its of the mind of a woman obsessed with demise.
The clerks work putting away physical files.
The files she likes to read.
