~Sethra stares at the makeshift grave, falsified in the memory of Seraphim. Her tears no longer flow, her rage is gone, and her heart is dead. In her eyes, only insanity remains; lust for bloodshed. Her hand quivers as it grasps the hilt of IceFlame.~
"Blood...Blood...Blood...The Watchers dance....the Watchers dance in a rain of Blood....Give Us Bloood."
~Sethra's voice is of neither woman, nor beast, but deeper, and far more malevolent than any have ever thought could exist. Her eyes glow red, filled with evil.~