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I am the Marchioness Difunesta

23rd LadyAxe to the Ursai tribe

On my journey through my era, this alien homeland of the Britons hold me

Like a child unwanted, eternally adopted

Now, as the secret Witch Mother of the Ursai I live as nobility

My neighbours unaware, my victims undiscovered

Hereforth then, follows the tales of those I had encountered

Those I blessed in blood

From the ardour of black magic to the fervor of the loosed grave

From the oubliette and ghost ship to the child in suffered plague

In the psychomanteum where the mirror shows the wrong face

And the lady with the cleavers becomes her father’s proud disgrace

The red, all is red!

Even mine eyes see only the dripping death, the ripping flesh of the soul

The slow burning of evil alight like crib death, absinthe and night

Like scarlet fever!