Epilogue: Lydia

Deep in a rugged and unforgiving mountainous region, surrounded by yet more craggy peaks beyond a wild untamed forest, a majestic castle stood proud and yet sinisterly from the side of a craggy mountain slope as though apart of the mountain or a monstrous beast rising forth from the depths of the earth to emerge and ravage the land.

It also seemed styled very similarly, but not quite as big as a certain monstrous hotel.

Despite this convincing illusion of its isolation, a secret path known only to very few lead to its front gate where a postal service hearse drove up to an old and rusting mailbox.

The driver gave a growl as he/it stopped by the mailbox and it's large hairy clawed hand placed an envelope into it; 1313 Deadly Peak Dr.

For a moment, the postal werewolf gave a fearful whimper and just drove like a bat out of hell away from the castle's front gate, where a purple headed and mottled hen clucked her way outside to check the mail just in time to see the postal hearse leave behind a trail of dust.

"Hmph, and I'm supposed to be the chicken, bawak," she clucked to herself.

She grabbed the envelope and went back inside the castle quickly to deliver it to her mistress.

The hen made her way down a short hallway lit by blood red fire burning torch light, at the end of which a female figure sat dignified upon a throne and silhouetted in shadow between flanking burning fire basins.

"What have you brought me this time, Diane?" a rather deep but raspy female voice asked with an icy coldness in contrast to all the fire.

Diane flapped up onto the armrest of the woman's throne to present her with the newly arrived envelope, which she took and opened with a long razor sharp black nail.

As she read the letter, she gave a bit of a smile to reveal long sharp fangs as she said,

"It's from Daddy, and it's about my dopey brother."

She read it for another minute or so, her silhouetted face going from pleased to hear from her father to some confusion as she complained,

"Hmph, I do him a favor for that ridiculous hotel of his, and he doesn't even call or write."

As she read more, she stood up with some surprise, revealing familiar sharp features of a long pale face with cold grey eyes with deep violet eyeshadow and dark violet lips.

Her eyes went a bit wide as she said quietly to herself,

"What? What?!"

Diane flinched a bit in the woman's shadow as she watched her suddenly exploded in a literal fiery rage as the woman gave a monstrous roar,

"RRRAAAAAGGH!