The Devil's Red Right Hand

There were things at work here that even Lurid herself could not begin to describe, but she could feel them working in her favor. He introduced himself, explaining what his name meant and who gave it to him. Apollyon was a not a name she was familiar with, but she could tell it meant a lot to him. Her smile grew as his demeanor seemed to shift for a hint of a second, the darkness fleeting over his gaze was not lost on the wicked woman. "I am called Lurid or if you prefer, Blodreina. It means Blood Queen. It is my title, as I intend to raise my own house here. You wouldn't happen to need a home, do you?" She paused for a moment to allow him to answer before she continued. "My home is open to those who are...darker in nature. Those who can't keep a home due to internal demons or depravity, but I also house some who simply dabble in darkness." She did hope he would be interested in her pack, perhaps he would bring some others with him, who knew. Her Mirovis would be an insane asylum, and there would be no peace or asylum for Boreas once she got it going.