A Woman Scorned

It is said that hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. Sure that is true of human women, but I must tell you, hell has nothing on this female. Being that I am a drow elf, it was very unfortunate that my lover decided to take another. Unfortunate for him and his mistress, anyway. *EG* It was around that time, when fury had me in Her grip that I met The Huntress.

My Mistress told me she could help me rid myself of not only my faithless lover, but also his other woman. With her aid, I could kill the pair of them and never be found out. It was the least they deserved for humiliating me in this way. But, as with all gifts which come from those who are more powerful, there was a catch. I had to devote myself to my Mistress as her faithful hound for 100 years. It was a price that I gladly paid and I am still reaping the rewards of my decision.