Interview with Matron Nemesis

Date: {REDACTED}
Casefile: 5734968-21
Home: NA
On/Off site: Off
Interviewer: Samuel Horn (I.D.)
Scribe: Gemma Lewis (S.D.)

Notes: For security reasons, Champion Baines and Champion Gallo are present. Champion Gallo is accompanied by Claudia Paris, an I.D. agent from Home EU as Gallo is currently an EU asset.

I.C.D. Report on subject: Subject is Matron Nemesis, P.K.A Lillith the Elder. Matron Nemesis is the eldest known living member of the Empusa clan and self-proclaimed Matron of all Succubi. The unknown age and unpredictable abilities of the Matron is the reason two Champions were required for the interview. The Matron has shown in the past to be unusually resistant to all mental abilities despite her clan’s normal weaknesses so the inclusion of Champions was deemed a requirement to avoid incident.

Subject is currently attended by The Empusa’s Fang, B.K.A. Peaches, a known hunter of wolves. She is not the target of this investigation and is known to be antagonistic if not hostile to The Choir, thus she is to be excluded from any and all questioning.

Matron Nemesis, as of this interview, is not seen as hostile nor is she seen as a suspect in case 5734968. This is to be a formal interview, sanctioned by the council to serve as supporting information pursuant to a proposed P.O.D. non-contact policy between Succubi and Wolves.

TRANSCRIPT

Horn: Thank you for making time for us today, Matron.

M.N.: You are welcome, Child.

Horn: For the record, My name is Samuel Horn. My scribe is Gemma Lewis. The interviewee is Matron Nemesis of the Empusa clan. Also present are Champion Andrew Baines, Champion Susan Gallo, Observer Claudia Paris, and The Empusa’s Fang.

E.F.: If you’re gonna have me on record, I’d rather my name and not my friggin’ title.

M.N.: Peaches. I suspect I am dangerously close to saying something twice.

E.F.: Sorry, Mother.

Horn: For the record, The Empusa’s Fang will be referred to by her current name, Peaches.

M.N.: How kind of you.

Peaches: Thank you.

Horn: Now, Matron, the reason we’ve called on you was to discuss a certain event that took place last month in northern California. Are you aware of the event I’m referring to?

M.N.: I am not. However, I suspect you are referring to Butterfly’s death.

Horn: Correct. How much of that event do you know about?

M.N.: That she is dead. That she had a large number of hunters with her when she died. The vampires of the area suffered noted losses due to her vindictive nature and I strongly suspect your Champion had a hand in her demise. Tell me, Champion. Is my suspicion about her passing true?

Baines: I was going to kill her, but a couple wolves beat me to it.

M.N.: I see.

Horn: So you are unaware of Butterfly’s relationship with the wolves she was consorting with?

M.N.: Not wholly, no. However, Butterfly was ever a solitary child and not prone to consorting with her siblings. Seeing as most other agents I have steered clear of her, I could only guess at what she could have done.

Horn: Would you be willing to share your thoughts on what she did?

M.N.: I would think the idea of taming animals would come easily to humans. You make such industry out of it.
Horn: Humans don’t have any natural predators with the same level of instinctive hate that Wolves have for your clan.

M.N.: Save yourselves.

Horn: A sadly fair point.

M.N.: Well, I am happy to share my thoughts. In fact, Peaches and I were recently discussing this point, were we not?

Peaches: Yeah. Only two possibilities and both are gross.

Horn: Those are?

M.N.: She was either in love with an Alpha of considerable power and it with her or she was feeding herself to it. Both are as vulgar as they are unlikely.

Horn: What makes either of these things so vulgar and unlikely.

M.N.: You are a skilled profiler, Mr. Horn, are you not? Are you not one of the most highly respected in your current generation?

Horn: I was unaware of such a reputation.

M.N.: Are you insulting me on purpose, Mr. Horn?

Horn: If I insulted you somehow, I apolo-

M.N.: If?

Horn: I apologize, Matron Nemesis. I fail to see what I said wrong.

M.N.: Truely? Where are we right now, Child.

Horn: Your home.

M.N.: Correct. My home. There are none here but Myself and my most trusted daughter. Do you believe I would have allowed in an Esper with a Champion in tow, let alone two of each, were I at an informational disadvantage?
Horn: Ah, understood.

M.N.: I trust I do not need to explain myself further?

Horn: No.

M.N.: Now that we have a better understanding of each other, I trust you can answer your own questions about how unnatural a Succubus and Wolf pack master falling in love would be? How utterly insane it would be for any being to willfully feed itself to its most hated foe?

Horn: Then would it be fair to say that Butterfly had to have been insane?

M.N.: My daughters do not suffer such a human malady.

Horn: This creates a difficult situation. On one hand, the event presented is treated as an impossibility, but the break in reasoning required for it to happen is also unacceptable.

Peaches: She didn’t say impossible, she said unlikely. How did we lose a war to you things?

Baines: You would know. You were there.

Peaches: I was there when your ancestors learned to read with their mouths closed.

Baines: A lesson you missed, maybe?

Gallo: Oh, wow.

Horn: Andrew, would you kindly?

Paris: You as well, Susan.

Gallo: What did I do?

M.N.: I fear my daughter has been more mouthy than usual these days. My own hostility has not helped. Let us return to your line of questions anew.

Horn: Of course, Matron.

M.N.: While poorly worded, Peaches is correct. I said it was unlikely, but not impossible, and even so, impossibilities do become reality on occasion. The Abomination was impossible, and yet he lives. As much as his self imposed prison could be called living.

If we consider the chances of the three options of love, self-mutilation, or madness, all are equal in probability. If I had more information about Butterfly’s actions during that time, I could break the dead lock.

Horn: We are still gathering information to that end.

Paris: Investigator Horn, if I may?

Horn: Observer Paris, I’m not sure what you could add to this?

Paris: I’ve read the report on the Wolf children. Surely their information would help the Matron.

Horn: The children only slew Butterfly, they had no knowledge of her personally.

Paris: Yet they did witness and describe Butterfly’s actions when their pack was killed. They saw the Aegis disable their pack master and allow Butterfly to consume him without resistance.

M.N.: Is that so? Interesting.

Horn: Yes. That detail had slipped my mind. Thank you, Observer.

Paris: We are all allies, Investigator.

M.N.: This new information shows that she was not mad. Nor was it an act of love that caused such aberrant behavior. One doesn’t ask ones lovers to violate such major tenents of faith. That leaves self-mutilation. She tamed the wolf by feeding parts of herself to it.

Paris: Does this not sound painfully familiar, Investigator Horn?

Horn: You read Butterfly’s file. Yes, it does sound like that.
M.N.: Oh? It seems there is more I perhaps did not know.

Paris: I do not wish to step on toes, but I feel this would help us to confirm things for the record. Butterfly was once held captive by a fledgling pack of wolves. They were feeding her humans and then eating her half to death. I believe Champion Baines was personally involved in that case. I’m amazed the similarities didn’t jump out at you.

Baines: That kind of thinking isn’t my forte. That’s what the investigators are for.

Gallo: Are you slipping Andrew?

Baines: I just know my job, Cousin.

M.N.: So, Butterfly was simply using her trauma to her advantage. She saw what could be done and repeated the action. She got the same result without losing control of the situation. She probably captured a lone wolf or killed its pack to make one. Certainly a young one without much knowledge of the true laws set in motion by the Grim Fang. She then made him into a pet. Slowly growing him into a suitable weapon to be used against her enemies. Such a bright girl.

Peaches: Smart or not, it’s still disgusting. It’s better to fight your foes head-on than to stoop so low as to feed yourself to them.

M.N.: Yes, but at what cost, Peaches? You feel so little pleasure with those teeth in your body.

Peaches: It keeps their bites from shutting me down. I’m so used to the pain, a little more won’t stop me from sucking them dry. Butterfly was barely seventy. Look how well her method worked.

M.N.: This does beg the question. Why did you need to ask me anything, Mr. Horn? With so much information in front of you, why chance such a dangerous interview that you had to bring two champions here? Surely Andrew would have been enough?

Horn: We felt it prudent. Your actual strength is unknown to us.

M.N.: Yes, but why ask at all? Did you, perchance, suspect I had something to do with Butterfly’s actions?

Horn: All Succubi are your daughters, are they not?

M.N.: Yes, but not directly. I could not say who actually birthed Butterfly. We are not so monolithic as that. Did you have hope that I could aim you in the proper direction? Or did you suspect I had done that for Butterfly in the first place?

Horn: I did not wish to imply that.

M.N.: Why? That certainly wouldn’t have been insulting. I would love to say that I gave Butterfly such an idea, but alas, she had it on her own. I assure you.

Horn: Well, I think that will do for now. I thank you for entertaining my questions, Matron.

M.N.: It was my pleasure, Mr. Horn. After all, we are all allies, are we not?

END TRANSCRIPT

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