No, just a concussion...

I open my eyes to find two things; my clothes are gone, and I'm clasped to a bed in heavy irons. The room I find myself in appears to be underground, as its dark, damp interior allows no natural light within its cobbled walls.

Possibly the worst thing I could wake up too.

A woman turns the corner into the room, seeing my rise from slumber. "Ooh, he's awake Sis! Get the mistresses!"

"Not yet, Gom..." Says Nae, her voice coming from down the hall. "One of his companions escaped, the man in the ragged suit."

"We can just leave that out of the report! Come on! Thirteen inches, Cae! Thirteen!"

Confused, I rise as much as I can, seeing the two in strange outfits, with their hair and eyes having changed. Now, each wears a strange outfit; although, Pon's attire is barely clothing at all.

Pon's outfit consists of a black and yellow 'blouse', a mockery of the word, given that it lacks both sleeves, and most coverage of her chest. She wears a matching skirt; one so short it could be mistaken for a scarf wrapped around her waist, as well as a pair of high heeled black leather boots, which rise to her knees. Her eyes are now a bright, frenzied amber, with a matching streak of this hue going through her now suddenly white hair.

Nae however is dressed in a rather regal fashion, with a delicate black and blue dress which waves in the draft of this dungeon. I see she wears a black sort of slipper; the tips of which appear to be sharpened. Her hair retains it black coloration; her eyes now a midnight blue, with a familiar streak of the same color through her hair.

Still confused by the sudden change of scenery, my imprisonment, and the two attractive elves bickering about "mistresses" and "escaped companions", I let out a confused grumble.

"What the absolute fuck..."

The two turn to me.

"Ooo! He's not braindead! I thought you mashed his brains in with that swing!"

"I know what I'm doing, unlike you with that spell. Nearly put me to sleep too..."

I hear the sounds of shattering furniture off in the distance, with Pon, or "Gom", swirling back towards the door, and shouting at unseen others. "Get that She-Beast sedated or I'll chop off your dicks and make you eat them!"

"Prissy!?" I say, straining against my bindings. "Where is she!? If you've hurt her!"

Nae, or "Cae", sits in a chair to my right side. "Aw... he has a nickname for his handler. Adorable."

"Its ok, little traitor." Says Gom, taking an identical seat on the other side. "All of your little fleshy holes you keep with you are all right! Well, mostly. That Balistress of yours is... ah, well. She's alive."

The iron clamp on my left side shatters into a hail of shrapnel, and my clawed hand wraps around Gom's throat.

"Speak... now... what did you do to my horde!?"

However, the elven woman seems unphased as she calmly, gently, moves her own hands up to my arm. I hear it before I feel it. She snaps my forearm like a twig; the bone poking through the scaled skin.

"GAAAH!"

"Getting touchy, are we? Aw... Is the poor little baby gonna cry? Is he sad that I broke his widdle arm?" Says the white haired she-devil.

A searing heat then burns my broken limb, as the bone moves itself back into place; the flesh mending behind it. A frenzied amber glow emits from my wound as it closes itself.

"Call the mistresses; before I break their toy."

"As you wish, sister."

Cae stands up, reaching over to her sister with both arms. Gom does the same, and when the two take hold of each other, they begin to chant in unison.

"**** and ****."

"Flesh and Paper"

"Plot and Pleasure."

"Probe and Pressure"

The two then break their unity.

"Melanoche!" Shouts Cae.

As does Gom. "and Carnachias"

Their unity returns.

"Join us in the realm of mortals! Take your Emissaries whole!"

To my left, swirling amber flames arise from the ground; wrapping around the sultry form of Gom like tendrils.

To my right, the very shadows have seeped from the cracks in the stone room, and poured like an ooze into the opened mouth of Cae.

The two stand still for but a moment; and all too familiar voices speak once more.

"Hello, traitor."

"Sup, fuck-face!"

The Twin Terrors... are here.