The Mistress, one spoken of when the witching hour is like a fog upon the world. The Mistress, skin like pale cream, lips red as blood, hair silver like the moon: seductive yet distant. Lovely and cold. The Mistress.
Queen of the Night, fearsome devourer of all she desires and deserves. Eyes red and focused on the source of life, for that which she needs to survive. Queen of Night, protector, guardian of the outcast, providing her subjects with a gift and a choice. Queen of the Night.
Queen of the Night, The Mistress, Ianthe. Different names for the same body. All of these titles, personalities and yet even more. The dark of the night, the light of the moon. She is both. She is death and life. She is the next you shall meet. Ianthe.