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Deep in the white forests of America, mid-winter and cold, a mansion defying all logic was erected. This mansion was only for the most fanciful, wealthiest, and bizarre of families, considering how strange the actual architecture was.

A marble plaza was built around the abode, invisible under the snow blanket, but in the summer, a mosaic of marble pieces of eggshell white, navy, and shades of dull blood-red, worn away by time. The finely shaped pieces of an elaborate puzzle were arranged in pentagrams, planets, swirls, and other space-depicting themes. In the middle of the mosaic, thick layers of concrete base made a funneling shape, stopping right above lines of rose bushes, frozen and dead with the flowers iced over and untouched. As the building increased, a swirling outdoor staircase wrapping around the building was supported by a black fence, spiked with elegant swirls and bars of rusted iron, similar to the fencing around the rose bushes. Every door leading to the staircase, 16 of them lined until they became mere windows, were shaped as stained glass windows with bright red trim against the greyish bricks of the outer walls. The only thing naming these doors apart from their doppelganger windows was that the windows had black trim, blending in with the bricks. The staircase led past the windows and ascended into a squarish top of the building, similar to a castle, and the square was topped by a pyramid with blacked out circular windows. The original square the pyramid rose from had no windows, leaving the mystery to whom was inside.

50 years after its inhabitants died, the house was left to rot, dull green vines growing from the base, roses and ivy decorating the re-dying and re-living strings of organic matter. A calm-natured macabre man, wealth bestowed upon his birth, realized this building's presence upon the hidden settings of the forest. Instantly he was in a worry, knowing that there may be someone to stumble upon the mansion's area and purchase the house. Something was off about this building, as the man could not find the building's seller or land owner. He put a fence and police tape 500 yards in a circle around every side of his land, retreating to the inside to grow and kill what food he needed. This man was Orpheus.

Orpheus was a lonely man, but the recurring voices in his mind were all he needed. One day, when he got tired in the summer of growing his crops and poaching his animals. He reluctantly went into town and put up colourful butterflies' wings with small notes below them with the address of an abandoned building on the outskirts of town in place of his own home. The pay was incredibly handsome, and 47 people showed. These were his servants, the servants whose lives they would say goodbye to, but they didn't know that. With his servants, he retreated to his home. The servants were in awe of the outside of his home, but the inside was bigger than the outside, and as rotted and amazing as the outside.

100 rooms. Each with a specific coloured door, designating the purpose. Orpheus had found notes in his office desk.
Red- Family rooms... Homeowners and personal servants only...
Orange- Servants' quarters... Servants and homeowners if requested...
Yellow- Kitchens... Kitchen servants and homeowners if requested...
Green- Offices... Homeowners, personal servants, and statistical servants only...
Blue- Torture chambers... Homeowners, personal servants, slaves, and DIWs only...
Black- DUNGEON
White- CHURCH
Pink- DIW chambers... DIWs, slaves, and personal servants of DIWs only...
Purple- Living quarters...

As Orpheus inspected each room of colour, he noticed they all had the same items inside, excluding the living quarters. In the master bedroom, a large, regal blue bed was placed in the middle of the east wall, blood-red curtains lining the window behind it, and forming a terrace over the bed, where the curtains were sewn into the padding of a reinforced iron shelf. Drugs of recreational use were atop it, from previous inhabitants, but enjoyed by Orpheus himself. On the south wall was a bookshelf, lining the entire wall with many types of books. On the north side of the bed was a side table, harbouring a candle and some enigmatic writings and a bible with half of its pages ripped out. In the middle of the west wall was the door, a large picture the size of a coffee table above it, a beautiful woman dressed in translucent scarves and greytone. A poem beside of the picture suggested that this woman was the wife of the man who owned the house previously, and Orpheus was envious of his luck to claim the glorious work of God named " Elizabeth."

A week after the hiring of his servants, Orpheus lay in his bed, a wildcat resting on the intended spouse's place. He named the black cat Nemius, a name of unique importance to him, as it was the name of his father. The cat was his company, his friend, and he heard and understood the cat. He put his arm around the cat and it cuddled into him. Orpheus started to the doors opening.

" S-sir... You said you needed me..." A black haired girl with red eyes and genetically modified teeth, a former slave and this was one of her punishments, being a freak, pushed open the door. Her short black dress over striped black and white tights. She wore combat boots that were silent with rubber soles against the tile as she entered.

" Yes, Prophilia. You are a slave, no? Then you will be my personal slave. You heed my whims and no others, understood?" Orpheus looked serious as he stared upon the young woman's eyes. She looked terrified as she answered a quiet " Yes," and shut the iron-clad door. She sat in a chair in the south-east corner next to a clock to her right.

As more weeks passed, Prophilia was drugged, raped, tortured, and forced to write hours of rules if she didn't obey. As Orpheus and his cat still sat in the room named as theirs, Prophilia had left in search of some food to serve to her master. As 15 minutes passed, the monotonous clang of the clock designated midnight upon the candle-lit room. The candles went out as a male servant entered the room in a rush.

" Pardon my outburst, but Prophilia's dead!!" He said in a hushed yell. Orpheus stood with a chuckle and ventured into the hall to see the torches had gone out as well. He took a lantern from his desk and walked back into the hall, " Where is her corpse, Phemore?"

" ... In the kitchen is what I heard. I don't know which, I apologize, I am not worthy to be in the presence of yours."

" So be it. I shall see the corpse myself. Get back to your duties." Orpheus commanded and the servant obeyed. Orpheus noted that Nemius hadn't followed him and he shook his head, " Strange..." He concluded, beginning to the furthest kitchen.

A sudden tune began to ring through the halls, the sound of a small instrument... Like a guitar and a ukelele. A voice like Prophilia's but calmer and smoother and more perfect spoke to the song.

" Come not the sinful...
The evil...
The soulless...
Stay from my consul.
Some evil soul...
Come to make me...
A slave just for convenience...
But he never cared, not he.
Orpheus and his stupid cat...
The thing that watched my back...
Everytime, he never helped...
That stupid, evil cat...
I have lost you, Orpheus...
Just wait until I find you, Orpheus...
I will torture you, Orpheus...
You and your cat, Nemius...
NOW WHERE DID YOU GO?"

The last line was the voice of Prophilia whenever she screamed, creaky and awful. As Orpheus continued down the hall, he saw a lantern and the lit face of someone he did not know.

" You there!" Orpheus spoke," What are you doing in such a house as mine?"

The sharpened teeth pulled into a smile and his cat-like eyes and black hair instantly began speaking words that Orpheus had only heard in his head. The man Nemius strode to Orpheus and took his hand, bowing, " Nemius to tell you of your servantine, Prophilia's death, she has left the house, her corpse has, in fact. And the soul is to crush you, I am afraid."

" AND NOW IT'S HERE..." A voice spoke, the same voice that was singing before. A lit match slid in front of Orpheus and just hit his shoe when he combusted and Nemius screamed as A lyre was smashed upon his head. Orpheus fell to the ground and rolled trying to put out the fire. As soon as the fire was out, Orpheus looked at Nemius who was collapsed on the floor with a bleeding head under a smashed lyre. A staff with a pointed crystal tip slammed into the side of his head and Prophilia smashed his neck with her boot. She gave a wild grin as she ripped his head off and worked the head off of Nemius as well.

" Calming the business must be fulfilled and the life of these cretins was not enough... Therefore I shall kill what I must and the cycle will never end...

" LET LIFE BE MINE AND ALWAYS SLAIN."