Lexandro Mauseth

"A shame that such a display must rot and fester... I'd love to watch it writhe longer, however such is the nature of fallible flesh. Nearly as beautiful as my own mechanical form as well, nonetheless the smell of filth and decay won't stain my nostrils from her. I suppose that in of itself is a boon at least."

- Lexandro rambling on while watching a captive of his fight for her life after the sculptor's horrid "experiments"

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