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The Queen of the Night was the tall, bodacious demoness with the Roman purple aura. Her [Divine] mana glow. Giselle didn\'t recognize the other horned sexpot beside her with the red skin. But the red woman had eyes that belonged in the face of a Hellhound—with rabies. Her pupils were mad with bloodlust. She was enjoying the annihilation of Eldoria.

"I thought you were supposed to be on our side? You are Rafel\'s auntie for fucks\' sake! You sent him to earth through the gambit. Why the SHIT are you doing this?" Giselle roared.

Lilith stopped pacing in front of her. Her large bosom bounced right in Giselle\'s face.

"Aww, puny Fae child!" Lilith mocked, making the red woman chuckle behind. "Why the shit would I do all these, you ask. Why would I raise the Titans? Why would I command the destruction of a blooming continent? Why would I flatten your poor mortal polis? The truth is, little one, I DO NOT need any reason to do all that.

I SIMPLY CAN. I AM EVIL. It is in our nature."

Giselle caught the red bitch snicker again.

"—that\'s Hèla, the Goddess of War. And it would be wise of you not to think of her as a bitch," said Lilith.

Giselle\'s mouth dropped further. Lilith could read minds?

"As for the matter concerning my nephew... my beautiful, beautiful Israfel," Lilith continued wistfully. "You can be sure he isn\'t coming to save you or your ruins. He is otherwise...occupied, battling demons if his own would be the most proper term. But alas, taking your city IS for a reason. I dislike this fickle realm and its fleshbag inhabitants, but the others don\'t."

"The others?"

Lilith looked down and patted Giselle\'s head. "Do not worry your pretty little head, Fae child. All would be revealed in time."

Giselle pulled an arm free of Cordelia and pulled on her cosmic [Touch of Flame]. With the burning gold plasma hand, she attempted to rub Lilith\'s face. But her hand froze mid air. It just stopped moving. And she couldn\'t get it to work. Lilith peered down with an amused smile at her stiffed assault.

"Nice try, Fae." The red Goddess, Hèla walked close. She took Lilith\'s side. Her bloodlusted iris mocked Giselle too.

Giselle tried to pull back her fist, finally giving in to the tears. The one hope: the one ray of light she looked to swoop in from the skies in messianic light, red hair streaming in the wind, saintly luminance incinerating the Titans, and banishing the darkness: that one light, Israfel wasn\'t coming. And to Giselle, that hurt much more than losing her entire city in a literal bloodbath.

She was screaming and crying,

"You won\'t get away with it, YOU FUCKIN\' CUNTS?! YOU HEAR ME! Rafel would come. He would learn of your betrayal, Lilith. I know him. He is not evil like the rest of you, godless bastards.

He has good in him. I HAVE SEE IT. He would assemble the fucking ANGELS if he has to. Rafel is coming to save—"

Hèla began laughing out loud.

"Oh honey! No one is coming to save you. I don\'t know if you notice, but there are no angels here. Look around! \'Tis only us, THE FALLEN: DEMONS! Your worst fucking nightmare.

And quench that thought about Israfel being one of you. He has our blood. He bears our mark. Plus, I don\'t know if your heard, but... WE\'RE FUCKING TOO!"

That did it for Giselle. She went yelling.

"AAAAAAHHH! YOU MOTHER FUCKING BIT—"

Lilith abruptly smacked her across the face.

The fey Queen fainted on the spot, falling. Cordelia swiftly caught her before she hit the ground.

"Lock them up in Hyperion\'s cellar with the rest! The Fae is dethroned." Hèla ordered her [Familiars]: three [Man Bats] that flapped their midnight wings around her. They quickly picked up Cordelia, plucking a sleeping Giselle out of her hands as they floated down the torn castle into the destruction and waste of the Capitol.

On the solitary standing tower in the desolation of Eldorian capital, ash and blood bits rained from the sky. Survivors of the war—if one could call it that, were being captured by patrolling Maulers and Wyverns, and roughly flung into large iron cages drawn around the city. Together, Lilith and Hèla stared out into the apocalyptic terrain, shared smiles smothering their full, pink lips.

"The Fae child is right about one thing," said Hèla. "Israfel wouldn\'t be too happy about this."

"He will...when we rebuild this fallen polis in our own image. He will." Lilith assured.

"Of course, Your Eminence."

Lilith said, just as she stepped off the shattered castle tower and began to fly down to a nearby campfire of Nephilims roasting a monk by a bonfire, "Where the fuck is Mephistopheles? He\'s supposed to be done with Emberfall and be here by now, Rafel in tow."

[TO BE CONTINUED.]