GLoG XXXII: The Loved and the Lost

[Ashen Lilies]

There are in fact, two people at the door. Ladyfolk. Of the deceased variety.
One is tall and gaunt, dressed in robes and wielding a jagged scythe, from which hang three shrunken skulls with glowing eyes, each skull a different color, forming an eldritch disco ball of profane-ness-ness. Ness. A green aura of coldness and despair surrounds her. This is Sirk, Banshee Mistress and Second-in-Command to the late Asiel, 12th Necromancer Lord.
The other is also tall and pale, but less gaunt and more sexy, wearing a provocative 'baroness' outfit, like what you'd expect a Vampiress would wear. Because this indeed, is what she is. This is Lucretia, Duchess de Vampiria and First Consort to Fondlelich (who actually preferred his consorts with a bit of flesh on them, despite what the name would have you believe), The 7th Necromancer Lord.
"Hello," says Sirk in her soft, raspy tones. "We are here representing NO. May we come in?"