" Slaughtered without question as you asked of me. Cleanly, as you asked of me. No one will find a trace of them left in existence."

" My origins? Ah." She blinked, seemingly taken by surprise. " I am one of four. I am the youngest. Birthed from the corpse of a beast.-

And in comparison to my sisters I am what one might describe as deformed." She paused, thoughtful. " I was not given the name Fester at-

Birth. Though through the years it is what I am known as. I do not remember much. As I, and two of my siblings sleep majority of our -

Existences away. The eldest one of us four lives well to keep the order. As such. At birth I was put to sleep. When I woke first. It was -

Around the time of The Black Death. Though I am old. I am young. After such an occasion, which was the cause of one of my sister's -

Infatuation with... " Crowd control", as people now say it. I was once more put back to sleep. My sisters are very... Full of personality."

" I'm sorry. I'm not very interesting at all. I was birthed into the skills which I possess. I am hardly the prettiest of my sisters -

But I'm the most tame, certainly."

" I would hope Mortimer would have taken a liking to me... I am the least of a hassle." Soft lips, tinted slightly purple, parted slightly.-

" We've spent decades together, after all. My obligation to her is more than just obey and command. But. Being obedient is very helpful."

" You're never one to be so relaxed on the matter." She murmured," My obligation to her is by blood. This, the only one of us who was born -

Of our mother. This is my sister. The eldest of the four of us. The one who puts us to sleep. The one who wakes us. But you know her as -

Mortimer. She wakes us and names us all according to how it was we were birthed."

" How was it I was birthed? Mother slaughtered a deer. Gorged its disemboweled midsection in her blood and left it out to rot. At the -

Earliest stages of it's decomposition. I crawled from it's festering insides and became her child. That is why she calls me Fester."

" I'm sorry to hear that, Vartouhi."

" Mother was a very intelligent woman to say the least." Fester would nod, running her blue fingers across her lips.

" She's never fond of their misbehaving. But they're very sweet. They bring out the worst in us all. Which is usually for the best."

" My social skills are hardly poor... They aren't the best. But hardly poor."