Over the midnight desert they emerged from the frosty darkness, deserters, traitors amongst their own kind, one clothed in gold from the South, one in scarlet from the West and the other in silver from the North. At the edges of the scene, the mountains crowded, and above, the sky was full of stars, these figures moved like great cats on the horizon carrying their musical instruments. "Are we here for the same reason?" asked the scarlet deserter "But who is this, now, coming from the East?" replied the silver traitor She walked and with every stride, it seemed she covered half a mile or more. No man, no thing accompanied her and yet, the whole night seemed to do so. Her garments were black and a great cloak blew all about her like a storm, though there was no wind. They did not know her. Though, being wise, they knew of her kind. "She is a demon?." "We must be wary." commented the gold defector "Greetings," they said. The Woman stood looking up at them. Never before had any of the three been looked up at, by one standing below on the ground, who seemed in fact to look down. At last, she spoke. "Your three-fold journeys made some noise across the ceilings beneath." "Your pardon, Amra. We did not mean to disturb you, or your people in the fair city of the underground." "But we are here, to attend the arrival of a new sound or at least a mighty magus or most holy messenger," "The advent has been predicted," they said. "She is to fall from heaven like a star." The Woman who was not yet Princess of demons, laughed softly, gesturing for the fugitives to play. Never had music more wonderful been heard, or with such a knife-like edge been made and Filthy Judas was born.