Lucanos and the Whore of Babylon stood outside the rift-gate. A red silk dress draped down her ample body, shoulder-length black curls framing a moon-shaped face with blue eyes and full lips. Her gaze was hollow, for no soul dwelled within. Though time was pressing, the sight of her sent a stirring through his loins. “I’ve need of your mouth, slut.” “I exist to serve, on knees or back, my prince.”
