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Another chapter is finally ready to be shared. Rather long, but not quite as much as the last couple. Still, a lot happens, and we get to know Boadicea, the queen of Amazons. Have a good read, enjoy the ride, and as always, feel very much encouraged to comment and let me know what you think.

Child of rape, savior of her sisters, matriarch, hater of males and bane of Satan.

*Chapter 79 - Boadicea *

Killer was barely able to think straight, his mind hazy, his body thrumming with power and adrenaline, the last Seal flickering in and out of sight on his chest whenever his muscles flexed and bulged with his movements, energy crackling loudly around him and reality trembling violently, looking like it would rip at any moment. He had sized down and resumed his standard height, but his steps rattled Hell just like he was still standing miles tall. His feet tore deep prints into the ground, and magma burned brightly inside each crater, while his powerful, dense corruption spread amazingly rapidly all around, blackening the earth and causing enormous, dangerous dark trees and tentacle-like plants to grow towards the sky, the roots effortlessly crumbling even the hardest stone, tearing their way through concrete, steel, rock, everything. Energy radiated off him in powerful, terrifying waves and he couldn't help clenching his hands into fists, flexing, growling in hunger at his own immense strength. The amount of power he had just absorbed was spectacular, and the god that had had him so worried in the previous weeks now was just another part of his strength. He had absorbed Virgil in his entirety, and a whole lot of raw energy on top of him, and now, when he flexed his massive musculature, he almost felt like laughing at how he absolutely dwarfed his enemy. Virgil's power had impressed him, but now that it flowed within his own veins, he realized that he had so much more. The beast slumbering within him had devoured Virgil like so much as an appetizer, and the last Seal was still clamping down on his excessive, overwhelming energies. He felt powerful, he felt truly godlike, and the awareness that he had so much more power to discover, dominate and use to conquer and destroy, was truly delicious. He felt a lot more confident about facing the hordes of alien, hostile gods that were rushing towards what was now, indisputably, His world. As for Typhon and Satan, he was more and more impatient to get to them and crush them like the gnats they were. How dared they stand in the way of the new Lord God...?

The huge male shook his head slowly, pushing those arrogant, violent thoughts out of his mind, grunting a bit as he stepped out in the open, facing the trenches that the legions of Dark Wings and the Insatiables had defended while he fought underground. The immense cave and the factories and laboratories within it were no more: he had completely crushed it all out of existence and then punched the roof of the cave to send it collapsing into the vast empty space. The ground had caved in several miles as a consequence, forming a new, deep valley that the non-waters of the Middle Sea were partially flooding, moving up the new fjord like a solid wall of ghastly liquid. A loud, constant roar accompanied that cataclysmic change in the shape of Hell.

The battle at the trenches was well and truly over: the demons had quickly retreated through portals when Killer's immense energies had pulsed upwards though the ground and incinerated many of them where they stood, giving them no time to even shriek. Now, while Killer, Alexis and the others emerged from a crack in the ground near the edge of the new valley, the warriors cheered from the top of the hills, banging their weapons loudly onto shields or plates of armour and chanting his name over and over again, giving voice to a collective roar that seemed to rattle the crimson sky-roof of Hell.

"Good thing we came up at a distance from them. Right now it is... a bit complex to stand anywhere near you." Alexis grunted as she stepped out of the narrow passage in the ground, pulling up at his side. The huge male frowned in confusion at that, and turned towards her, blinking... but immediately he grinned lamely and gave a little sound of realization as he saw her gritted fangs, her slightly rough breathing, the droplets of sweat over her muscular, spectacular body as she flexed out of sheer hunger and excessive vigor, her cheeks slightly flushed as she squeezed lightly into the enormous bulge in the front of her leather pants, her enormous cock visibly throbbing and on the point of growing hard despite her best efforts to control herself. He caught a brief grinding together of her spectacular, muscular thighs and even saw glinting juice streaking down the neck of her foot, her arousal filling his nose with a delicious, alluring fragrance. Vesta, behind them, all but had her tongue lolling out, drool slowly stretching down from it in small ropes while she needingly hugged his waist, tugging at his massive shaft through the fabric and then licking hungrily up the side of his neck. Alcana all but dropped down to her knees and began to kiss his armored boot, hugging his powerful leg and rubbing her hands down the monstrous bulge that went down his right thigh. "Your magnetism is a bit extreme, at the moment..." Ira breathed, grinding into his side and stroking her hand down the profile of his armor, which replicated the perfect shape of his musculature. "It's hard to think of anything other than sucking you off and then spread our legs wide for you."

"She means harder than usual." Gaia hungrily corrected, sensually spinning around Ira to stand in front of him, spreading her legs wide and standing on tiptoes as her living armor of green plants and burning, magmatic stone shifted out of the way to reveal her black-fleshed sex, her fingers going down to spread her eager labia as she bucked lightly against the air and clear, pearly juices immediately sprung out of her, making her groan loudly, head tilting backwards as she flicked her pussy rapidly, sending her nectar squirting all over his groin and abs.

Adrasthea dropped to her knees between his legs, growling hungrily, and she seized into his mighty muscles while pushing her muzzle up under his tail, licking at his musky crack, lapping over black boxers soaked in battle sweat, his masculine scent making her grunt in delight as her juices streaked down her legs. Manticora and Kimera suggestively smirked at him as they walked past him, one on either side, and they sensually bent down, asses up in the air for him as they nuzzled into Gaia's inner thighs, slowly lapping up her hot nectar, their eyes burning with adoration and lust as they gazed up into his.

Killer licked his lips at that, growling in approval of their show and of their worshipful attentions, but much as it was tempting to just enjoy some time together right there and then after a battle as vicious as the one that had just finished, he knew they could not afford that luxury. He needed to bring his newly increased energy levels under control, so that his godly aura would not affect them as badly... but before trying to tune his magnetism down he found himself unable to resist looking for two very special girls. He tried not to give it away too much, but Mriya and Elaine, expecting their father's curiosity to be aroused into searching them, had deliberately kept a position a few steps behind him, and when he looked past his shoulder, they grinned widely at him. The two splendid, young goddesses stood side by side, leaning forwards slightly to put their glorious cleavages in full display, each female playing leisurely with her huge, firm breasts while shamelessly reaching down with the other hand to rub and grind into the other's eager pussy. Their nectar streaked copiously down their muscular, beautiful legs and they hungrily smeared the hot fluids all over their quads, flexing for him, knowing full well how much he liked it... and their eyes burned with flames of lust as they languidly kissed, their long, flexible tongues pushing out and twisting slowly together, forming a spiral that teasingly milked the air while they nuzzled and tasted each other's drool; and Killer let out a hot breath, knowing full well that he only needed to give them a nod to have those forked tongues wrapped tightly around his shaft.

Their eyes burned with such hunger that he was almost physically drawn to them, and he found himself hissing and flexing slowly while losing himself into their spectacular cleavages... before he finally secured a grip on his own hungers, and began to focus on containing his immense energies.

Mriya and Elaine only smirked, accepting that they had to move on for the moment but also clearly aware that they had scored another point and that, soon enough, they were going to get what they wanted. Which, admittedly, was also what he wanted. They were beautiful, they were sexy, they made his blood boil and his hunger grow unbearable, and he loved both of them dearly. It was getting harder and harder to resist, and he was starting to openly question the very reason why he was trying to resist: yes, they were his daughters, his beloved little girls... but so what? Incest wasn't really contemplated in the Northlands. It was a taboo typical of the southern half of the world, which he had partially absorbed over the years. He had sex with his daughters constantly, and he had no qualm or regret about it... but those daughters were the ones he had had from other females back home. He cared for all of them, but they could never be on the same level as his beloved Mriya, and Elaine, born out of Alcana's complete adoration of him. They were his "true" little girls, and he had always wanted nothing but the best for them. He did not want them to be forced into a relationship with him other than fatherly love. He had done everything he could to let them make their choices. They owned the world, literally: they could have any male - or female, for that matter - that they might want. With their beauty and sensuality, they only needed to snap their fingers, or even just shoot a gaze to get what they desired.

Clearly, however, they had already decided that their father was the lover they wanted. The fact that they craved the role of Praetorians was, in itself, more than proof enough of the fact, and Killer had not failed to notice how envious they had been of Samantha when she had walked into Eaglenest with a heavy, swollen, very, very pregnant belly and with his potent cum leaking steadily out of her in thick cascades and long, dense ropes. Why was he still denying them what they so clearly craved...? He wasn't sure. He had always given his beloved daughters all they wanted, and now, for the first time ever, he was resisting.

He couldn't help but shake his head slowly, amused by himself and by that absurd situation, which no doubt made no sense to anyone looking at it from the outside: some would condemn him without appeal for thinking of having sex with his daughters; and others would call him insane for turning down the very explicit offers of the two enchanting, spectacular goddesses.

Mriya and Elaine took position at a few steps of distance, standing guard for him, but the light in her eyes continued to burn and they teasingly flicked and spread their toes, letting him see how their hot, delicious juices had streaked down all the way to their boots. Killer mumbled words of awe and delight under his breath, and did his best to tear his eyes away, watching as Gaia, Vesta, Adrasthea and the others slowly stood up and recomposed themselves, smiling at him with love and with promises of pleasures that went beyond mortal understanding.

Behind them, Pamela emerged from the narrow passage, laughing as she squeezed Nikita into her side, the two warrior females half-strangling each other as they laughed and celebrated their reunion. Killer could only smile, beaming in happiness and relief at seeing the Praetorians back together. He had not seen Pamela's smile in a long time, and he had shared her pain and worries, every single step of the way. When he had found them crucified and horribly tortured, he had felt all the weight of his responsibilities fall down on him like a meteor from the sky. The Praetorians had sworn to protect and serve him, and they had gone through Hell, literally, to keep faith to their promises. They had shown strength and resolve beyond description, and they had resisted far beyond what he thought possible. They had gone above and beyond their duties, and had shown him love and loyalty beyond description. Even when Virgil had taken control of their bodies, their minds hadn't been fully conquered, and when the Writer had thrown them against him, Killer had been simply horrified. He couldn't fight them back. He couldn't hurt them after what they had done for him. And yet, at the same time, he had to defend himself. And even while they tried to tear him apart, he had to defend them, as well, because Virgil was ready to slaughter them just to see the pain etching on his features. It had been one of the toughest times in his life. For every moment of the fight, his mind had been filled with memories of his Praetorians, of the good times together, and of the faces of Pamela, Mriya and Elaine whenever they thought about their lost "sisters". I don't know if I would have ever been able to gaze at Mriya's eyes again, had I failed in bringing them back home... worse, I don't know if her eyes would have ever been able to look at me with the same light and affection again.

Nikita and Pamela traded a kiss as they emerged into the light, and although it did not last long, it was surprisingly full of passion, their tongues wrestling for a few moments as the two females ground chest to chest, their prodigious breasts fighting for dominance in a true clash of titans. Nikita had always been pretty gifted, but her boobs were now truly impressive: in Hell she had progressively developed towards becoming a Succubus, and her body, already full of sensuality, had grown taller, firmer, with curves that had the perfection of ideals. Killer's godlike energies had played a key part in her final development, rebuilding her into a Disciple. Instead of becoming a Succubus, splendid in shape but entirely covered in terrible scars, she had grown into a fully fledged goddess, growing taller and stronger, with a bosom that was as massive as it was firm, standing proudly on her strong chest. Two tall horns stood up from her skull, darker than a starless night: they were made of his powerful, tremendous brew of Corruption, thrumming with terrible, destructive power. Her hair, which had been of a pale, almost white blonde color, now was a fiery, dark blood-red, and it contrasted well with her golden-auburn fur. Her eyes had kept their golden irises, and were now framed by swirling flames and tribal symbols, not tattoos, but burn marks that, instead of vanishing, had rearranged to form drawings that would forever tell of her courage under torture. Several of her scars had also not vanished away with her healing and regeneration, and stood there on her cleavage and over her abs and arms and legs, somehow making her only all the more beautiful; somehow only complimenting her massive, powerful musculature. Her tongue had turned demonic, black-fleshed and forked, as normal for those associated with Killer, and as she kissed Pamela she demonstrated that she already had a good grasp of exactly how she could exploit that long, prehensile appendage for pleasure and teases. She walked on hooves that were made of solid, black corruption reinforced by a metallic alloy for the horseshoes and for a decoration in the form of flames that wrapped halfway up the hoof. Her mane was relatively short, and much of it was combed towards the right side, long bangs almost covering one eye, while her tail was very long, reaching down almost to the ground even though much of the length was braided up. A thick and heavy collar, made of solid black corruption, clamped tightly on her throat and was covered in decorations that changed, apparently, with her and Killer's mood: in that moment they were a mix of scenes of fighting and of sexual pleasures, but the solid, yet liquid black goo would solidify into completely different shapes at any time. Only the lion head clasp at the front was unchanging, a solid ring of metal hanging from its snarling jaws and its eyes glowed with intense energy.

The kiss between Nikita and Pamela finally broke and the two females looked at each other with wide smiles for a moment longer, before they noticed Killer's curious gaze and instinctively put some more distance between themselves, smiling and bowing their heads to him.

"We are your guards, yet, once more, you were the one who protected us." Nikita quietly said, and there was an apology in her tone, even before she grimaced and caught her forehead in one hand, dropping her head forwards with a little groan. "I... I cannot remember much of what happened during the fight, yet I know... I know I failed you. I fear I must have... assaulted you, in fact..."

Killer had erased part of their memory to hopefully ease the transition from their past to their new life, and to save them from memories that were true fuel for nightmares, but he probably should have asked Alexis to do it. Clearly, he still had some issues working with minds, probably due to excessive prudence on his part, first of all. "All is forgotten, Nikita. What matters is that we made it through, together." Killer reassured, but the muscular mare, even while smiling, clearly looked tormented by the images in her mind. She sighed after a long moment, closing her eyes and shaking her head slowly before gazing at her hands, flexing them slowly as she savored the new, immense power pumping in her veins, her back arching slightly and a shiver of delight running down her spine. "With the new power you gifted to us, we will finally be able to serve you as you deserve. We will not fail you again, Master."

"You never failed me." Killer firmly replied, and he was more than sincere: he still could hardly believe how well they had resisted to Hell's tortures. Would have I been able to do half as well, I wonder...?

Nikita smiled warmly at that, bowing her head slightly, and then her attention moved back to Pamela, studying the changes that the tigress had undergone, and admiring her new, heavy armour set and the massive hybrid polearm that had become part of the Praetorians' ethos. Killer smirked in amusement at that, and gently assured: "You'll have your own armor and spear very soon, Niky."

"Thanks, Master. I look forwards to it." The mare replied, looking genuinely thrilled, but her eyes continued to study Pamela's body and Killer took a moment to understand that the focus of her attention now were the tattoos. He couldn't help but smile a little, realizing that, very soon, Nikita's body was going to show new marks of devotion to him.

Mriya pulled up behind the mare and hugged her, and Nikita looked back from over her shoulder, beaming at the sight of the princess and turning around to take a good, long look, swallowing visibly and shaking her head slowly, moved almost to tears. "Mriya... you look absolutely stunning. You've used your time well."

Mriya tried to find words to offer in reply, but none felt adequate. The last time they had been together had been that horrible, chaotic night back home, in the Mortal Plane, when the demonic invasion had smashed into them with its full, merciless force. Mriya had survived, albeit barely. Nikita and the others had fallen, and since then they had suffered for years, thinking of each other and having no news at all. For Nikita in particular, the wait had lasted millennia, and for all that time she had been tormented by uncertainty about the fate of Mriya. The demons had told her of Mriya's and Killer's deaths many times over, and while she had been able to mostly ignore all their bragging about taking Killer down, since it was clear, even from within her cell, that the war continued and Hell was not winning; she had never been able to fully put to rest the worries about the young princess.

"And you truly want to become a Praetorian, too!" Nikita exclaimed, overjoyed, and Mriya smiled with pride and determination, before quietly saying: "After what you did for me that night, I couldn't have any doubt. I made my choice with full conviction, and given the chance, I would make the exact same choice again and again."

"Good girl." Nikita said, throwing a light, playful punch into Mriya's powerful shoulder, before tilting her head slightly to the side, smiling softly as Elaine approached. Nikita and the other Praetorians hadn't met her or any of the other goddesses yet, so it fell on Mriya to introduce her sister. Killer watched them for a moment, smiling and feeling full of happiness for the first time in weeks as he saw his daughters laugh and explain things to the mare, introducing her to other members of the family.

His attention turned to the other Praetorians as they stepped out into the open, accompanied by Gaia, who, as soon as the battle ended, was back to her usual motherly, serene self. The goddess of Nature had her arm wrapped gently around Kate's shoulders, and she was speaking quiet, reassuring words to the visibly mortified vixen. Immediately, the huge male traded a gaze with Alexis and she nodded, smiling softly and walking towards Lucifer as the fallen angel came down from the hills in the distance, leaving him alone with the Praetorians.

Gaia retreated a short distance away as well, squeezing Kate's hand one last time and then smiling to him as she walked past. The huge male smiled with affection at the new goddesses, and when they began to drop down to their knees, he spread his arms wide and held up his indexes, playfully scolding: "Don't you dare knelling. What you did was astounding, and I should be the one on my knee in front of your courage and loyalty."

He walked forwards and hugged them as best as he could, squeezing them tightly to his chest, and he kissed them on the forehead, one by one, whispering words of thanks to each of them. They blushed at that, shifting awkwardly on the spot even as they hugged him back with need and affection, kissing the chiseled chest of his armor, until Valery cleared her throat a bit and voiced the worry and regret burning in all of their minds: "We tried our very best, Master, but we failed. We... were used against you. We... tore into you."

"Virgil did. You had no control over your bodies." Killer gently corrected, and when they tried to protest he gazed firmly into their eyes, remarking: "Don't say a thing. You have resisted far beyond what I thought possible. Yes, in the end he managed to puppet you... but he was a god. An actual god. Not a demon. A god. You have nothing to feel guilty for."

"You... you took him down." Valery said, unsure of how thing had gone, her recent memory way too hazy to trust and her instincts, still very much tied to the rules and perceptions typical of mortals, telling her that a god could not possibly have been defeated.

"In the end, I did." Killer confirmed, and the lioness nodded, gazing at him in awe and adoration as she whispered: "You are a god as well... the earth was trembling like a leaf with your step. You left incandescent footprints in stone... you are a god. You can break the world in half with a flick of your finger..."

Crystal snorted in amusement at that, gazing at her own hands with disbelief, closing her eyes with a little sigh of delight as she flexed and powerful, tremendous energy crackled in the air around her. "No, Vale... now WE can break the planet apart with a flick of the finger. He doesn't even need to lift his finger at all."

"You turned us into goddesses..." Kate softly said, looking up at him with a gaze full of amazement and, at the same time, of guilt. She looked at her arms and flexed, gasping lightly as her muscles bulged, full of tremendous power, making her want to laugh at her past life, at everything she had considered impressive as a mortal and that now suddenly looked weak and puny. She stared at her hands for a long few moments instead, and then looked back into his eyes as she sadly said: "I do not deserve this. This is so beautiful, so glorious, and I... I failed you." She paused, then clenched her hands into fists as tears streaked down her cheeks, and she bitterly added: "I was the first to fail you. The first to break. As always, I was the... the weakest. The first to quit..."

Kate had been by far the smallest of the Praetorians. An arctic vixen in a land of tigers and lions far bigger and far stronger than her, she had managed to excel in Glacial's military and then she had been able to qualify as Praetorian. What she had achieved was simply extraordinary, but as often happens she could only see the half empty part of the glass: she had proven that she could be part of the very elite of Glacial's fighting force, but within that elite she tended to always end up at the bottom of the list. She had courage and determination in spades, but she had always been several feet shorter than her sisters in arms, with a lot less physical strength to count on, so it was kind of inevitable. Of course, that didn't make it any less painful for the proud female. Killer stepped forwards and hugged the vixen to his chest, kissing her hair with affection and only rocking her slowly for a few long moments, thinking of how best to express what he felt. There was no point in denying the truth: yes, she had fallen prey to Virgil's terrible powers. But that meant nothing. It did nothing to diminish her to his eyes. "Kate, Virgil was a god, you hear me...? A very powerful one. He was able to hurt me, badly. He was able to pin me down. To use my own body against myself. Nobody here was able to resist him... not even Gaia, who you met moments ago. She is the goddess of Nature, you know...? She's been around in forever - literally - and even she was in trouble." He stepped slowly back, holding her by the shoulders and smiling warmly as she bowed her head forwards, blushing furiously and looking half-pacified, half-ashamed. "You did plenty well, and you did not fail me at all. In fact, you once again proved that you are truly extraordinary, all of you. No other mortal, no one else, would have been able to go through Hell and through Virgil's assault like you did, for so long. If anything, I'm the one who owes you all. The loyalty you've shown is worth everything I can offer you, and more. So, no tears, okay? Forget about the bad moments, and treasure our reunion."

He paused, then bent forwards slightly to gently nuzzle Kate, smirking as he remarked: "And enjoy your new beginnings. You are goddesses now. You were extraordinary mortals; I'm sure you'll be fantastic as divinities." He spoke to all of the Praetorians, but it was especially true for the vixen, who had changed a lot and had had her wish of parity with the others granted. She now stood only slightly shorter than Pamela and Nikita, and could almost watch Killer in the eye. Her body, which had been slender and athletic, now was even more toned and her strength had immensely increased. She was much bulkier than before, her body now chiseled in powerful muscles, her long legs sporting imposing quads and mighty calves, but at the same time she had kept her agile, slender build. Her biceps were great and full of power, but she still was nowhere near as bulky as Nikita, Pamela or the others.

Her eyes had kept their splendid silver irises, but her fur had changed significantly: while before she had been completely white furred, she now had a luminous orange-auburn hide over most of her body, with the white confined to her abs, chest, muzzle and to her inner thighs. Her long hair, coming forwards over her muzzle in bangs and going down to frame her face, had turned raven black, and soft marks of the same color had appeared on her features: two swirling lines descending from the corner of her eyes and two curved black lines on the cheeks, where the white and orange fur met. Four long, silvery horns had grown out of her skull and stood up from the back of her head, adding to her impressive stature. Her collar was silvery as well, decorated with scenes of her fighting to protect her master and with, at the front, the traditional lion head clasp, with a sturdy ring for a leash. Kate caressed the collar with loving reverence, smiling up at Killer with gratitude, and the huge male softly booped her nose before hugging Valery and then Crystal, kissing them and welcoming them to their new life.

Valery had changed significantly by becoming a Disciple: while her eyes still shone with their original amber brilliance, much of her fur, once pure white, had turned golden and had confined the white to her chest, abdomen, the tip of her muzzle and her inner thighs. Her hair had changed as well, and now she had a tall mane, almost a Mohawk, of an intense red. The flame-like tuft of fur at the end of her tail had taken on the same color. Two tall horns stretched skywards from her skull, made of interlocking segments of bone, halfway between that of an antelope and those of a demon lord. Her musculature had grown bulkier and stronger, but she had also grown taller so that none of her grace had been lost: despite all the muscle on her frame, she was a delightful spectacle of feminine beauty. Killer was not sure where the changes had come from: he hadn't consciously thought of them, and while he admittedly had a thing for fiery red hair, he suspected that the wishes that had most influenced her rebirth were hers. For some reason, she had chosen to break with the past in a rather eye-catching way. Crystal had undergone some change as well: she had grown taller and her slender build had evolved into a more powerful, more muscular one, and now two pairs of majestic horns pushed out of her skull: one pair of heavy, thick demonic horns jutted upwards while two ram-like horns curled up on the sides of her face. Her scales had maintained their beautiful azure color, and they still turned to a much lighter, icy shade on the abs, chest and inner thighs. Her eyes glowed sapphire, and long, curved loose scales, surprisingly soft and gentle to the touch, gave her a tall mane of a dark blue color. Similar scales ran down the back of her long tail as well, but there they were much harder and sharper and could cut through steel like it was butter. A couple of shark-like fins had grown out of the sides of her tail, also of navy blue color, and they too could take on the consistence and lethality of axe blades, while the tip of the tail had split into three flexible but incredibly tough spike-tendrils that could stab through pretty much anything.

"It might take a while to get used to your new bodies, new power, and new abilities. The sky knows how long it is taking me..." Killer finally cautioned, but even while he said it, he realized that the females looked quite confident and eager to go already. Part of it was sheer excitement for the return to freedom; a large part of it was due to the thrill of having so much power at their disposal, with so many new possibilities... but part of it looked like genuine self-awareness and perfect self-control, and that made him more than a little envious. Before they could notice his discomfort, though, Pamela, walked in together with Mriya and Elaine, and Killer took a step back, leaving them alone so they could properly celebrate being back together, after such a long and painful wait.

"Don't mind it too much, lover... it is much easier for Disciples. You do all the hard work for them, and let them share your power without burdening them with the problem of controlling it." Alexis gently explained, wrapping one arm around his waist as she pulled up by his side, and she leaned her head against his shoulder, closing her eyes with a content little sigh. "Speaking of Disciples, remember that I still want my own collar, and that you'll better not keep me waiting too long."

Killer smiled a bit at that, leaning his head against hers and wrapping one arm around her shoulders, squeezing her against his side with pure adoration. For a few brief moments, they stood like there, in silence, enjoying each other's presence and warmth and the cheerful, laughing voices of Mriya and of the Praetorians as the "sisters" told their stories and filled the gaps caused by the long separation. Somehow, even though all that time had been full of war and pain and tortures, they apparently were able to find funny sides. Just the relief of being together again, of course, is exhilarating...

Killer took a look at the Central Spire looming in the distance, and let out a little sigh, making a grimace as he asked: "Where do we go from here...?"

Alexis followed his gaze and studied the immense, unassailable fortress for a brief moment, trying to gauge the strength of the barrier surrounding the titanic tower. It had very visibly weakened with the loss of one of the power cores that fed it, but there were at least six more cores hidden somewhere in the depths of Hell's mysterious underground, and they pumped out a whole lot of power.

"I'll tell you where: to the Central Spire." Sekhmeth barked, walking up at his side and giving him a piercing, impatient glare. "You are incredibly strong, and I'm running out of ideas about how to further train you. And you've just devoured a literal crapload of new power. It is time for you to just rip the chains apart, flex and shove the goddamn Spire over like the castle of cards it is in comparison to your might."

"Sekhmeth... I don't think I can do that. We need to take a few more cores out." Killer sighed, but the black-furred lioness only snorted bad-temperedly, crossing her mighty arms on her chest and muttering: "Bullshit."

Killer rolled his eyes skywards, and Alexis gave him a little smile of sympathy, even though it was clear that she did not entirely disagree with the lioness. The huge male himself knew that he had an immense untapped potential within himself, but he was also awfully aware that he couldn't open the floodgates carelessly: Black Killer was in there, waiting exactly for that moment to take control. Whether he exists or not; whether he is just a projection of my most violent side or a being in his own right; I cannot let him take over. I need to be ready to tackle him. "I can try, though."

"You must." Sekhmeth firmly remarked, but then tilted her head to the side with a snort of contempt as she irritably added: "But until you refuse to use more than 40% of your power, you cannot be surprised if you fail."

"I'm doing my best." Killer replied, and his voice hardened and took on a colder tone now, his own irritation building. He never liked failing at something, and he was very aware of his limitations without being constantly reminded of them. "Believe me, I would love to just be omnipotent, and fix everything with a flick of my finger. But I can't, you know that? I can't."

Sekhmeth muttered something under her breath at that, turning away from him to glare at the sky instead, and the huge male let out a snort of rage and frustration before exclaiming: "You all know what lurks within me. I don't want to set that monster lose. I once left the door open for it, when I was infinitely weaker than I am now, and for seven years the world fell into chaos. I'm still living with the nightmares and guilt of that period. What do you think would happen if I opened the door now, without being ready?"

"If you did, you'd be able to put an end to this disaster, once and for all!" Sekhmeth angrily retorted, and Killer looked at her in disbelief before growling: "Only to plunge us all into an even worse chaos!"

"Enough." Alexis calmly but firmly said, and she gave Killer's waist a gentle squeeze. The huge male immediately relaxed somewhat, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath before gripping the lioness by the shoulder, giving it a friendly squeeze. "Right, enough. Sorry, Sekhmeth... I did not mean to lash out. But you have to understand that I'm doing all I can, as quickly as I can. There are limits I cannot push: the risk is too great."

The black lioness sighed at that, then shook her head slowly and finally, reluctantly accepted his point. "Okay, I... guess I've lost it. I've asked for too much." She gave him a little smile, and Killer thought that there was embarrassment in it as she reassured: "You know that I want only the best for you... for the first time in... forever, I think, I see a God truly worth serving. I just want your potential realized, as soon as possible."

"We'll get there, Sekhmeth." Killer calmly replied, before moving a step forwards, away from the two females as his eyes fixed on the Central Spire in the distance. "For now... well. Let's see how far I am from the target."

"It'll at least give Satan a scare." Alexis amusedly observed, crossing her muscular arms and grinning as the huge male spread his arms and terrible, immense energy crackled in the air around him. In the distance, the sky darkened around the Central Spire and thundering, tremendous roars filled their ears, even from such a distance, as two gigantic, invisible hands seized into the barrier. Immediately, the transparent wall of energy became visible, glowing violet and crackling with huge bolts of electricity as it was squeezed... and Sekhmeth watched on in surprise as the barrier audibly creaked, flashes of light exploding along it and illuminating the Spire, with all its towers and bastions. Killer snarled with the effort, muscles bulging explosively as he pushed his hands one towards the other, visualizing the Spire and moving as if to strangle it, using his energies to wrestle with the barrier in the distance. His bones began to creak audibly as he pushed with all of his strength, and his toes sunk into the ground, shattering stone and tearing deep footprints in it like it was just wet sand. He arched his back with a snarl, pushing forwards even harder, and the barrier in the distance audibly groaned, glowing cracks beginning to come into view on its surface as the veins on his biceps bulged outwards in full definition.

Silence fell upon the army assembled near the trenches and on the goddesses grouped behind him as everyone stared in amazement at that display of power. Pearls of sweat rolled down Sekhmeth's forehead as she swallowed, leaning forwards expectantly, her hands clenching closed into fists as she nervously bit her lower lip. Killer stomped forwards with a growl, his foot sinking deep into the ground and melting stone into magma as cracks spread around him for miles, cracking the cliffs apart and rattling the hills as his hands inched closer and closer while his muscles bulged so massively that it looked like they would tear through his own skin. A collective gasp rose from the ranks as the barrier in the distance visibly dented inwards where the invisible, yet powerful hands of energy were applying their pressure, and Killer thrust forwards hard, snarling breathlessly... before the barrier glowed angrily, energy pulsing violently through it, and it blasted the liger backwards with a grunt of pain, electricity cursing up his arms as he stumbled and nearly fell onto his ass.

The barrier let out another loud groan, but this time it was due to it returning to its original shape, as the large cracks began to rapidly seal and vanish away from sight. "Not quite..." Killer grunted, even while panting hard to get hair into his lungs. He rolled his shoulders with a groan, his muscles still tense and bulging and pain cursing violently through his arms and down his whole torso. "We really, really need to silence another power core. Or two."

Sekhmeth made a grimace at the failure, slamming her punch into her powerful quad and turning her shoulders to the Spire, muttering something under her breath. Alexis glared sideways at her for the lack of tact, and the lioness closed her eyes and nodded to accept the scolding, but then she turned to Killer and briskly said: "Well, we'll have more work to do. For now, my job here is done. I'll see what I can procure for your next training session, and I'll call you as soon as it is ready. I'll be right at your side, if you need me."

"Okay." Killer awkwardly replied, unsure of how to react in front of her irritable impatience. She smirked at him though, eyes flashing with some kind of amusement that he couldn't quite classify, and she leaned up to kiss his lips hungrily, whispering: "It was still hot to watch, though."

Before he could reply or add anything else, she teleported away, leaving him to frown in confusion before turning towards Alexis with an arched eyebrow. The femme fatale shrugged, just as confused. Sekhmeth's mind wasn't easy to read, not even for Alexis, and that was part of why, even after collaborating for so long, they couldn't yet trust her entirely. The lioness had helped them again and again and all the information she had collected and given them had been both true and very important, so they had no reason to doubt of her... yet she wasn't part of the family, and the possibility that she might have an agenda of her own could not yet be discarded entirely.

Lucifer approached Killer, stopping only a few steps away and clearing his throat lightly, and the liger turned towards him with a little smile. "Thank you, Lucifer. Your information was accurate, and it led to... key developments."

"To say the least. Lady Alexis told me that we no longer need to worry about Virgil, and what you just did... it was astounding. I don't think Lord God ever was anywhere near your current strength level." The fallen angel said, bowing his head respectfully, before nodding in agreement as Killer grunted in dismissal of his adulation, observing: "Elelyon was much more expert, however, and could use his power to create all sorts of effects. He created this whole corner of universe, after all... the fact we don't yet know all the ins and outs of Hell, Heaven and the Mortal Plane tell us something about what God can really do."

"That is true, Lord Killer... still, I can only be impressed." Lucifer respectfully said, and the liger waved a hand dismissively, immediately moving on to what was really important. "Moments ago I was wondering when we should go from here, and I sadly don't know the answer. So I ask the same question to you: what do we do now?"

Lucifer shifted awkwardly on the spot, shouldering his enormous sword and making a grimace before cautiously remarking: "Lord Killer, as incredible as it must sound to you, I truly do not know how to access the other laboratories and power cores. I have only a vague idea of the areas of Hell where they are likely located, but that's all."

"So, basically, you are telling me that I should walk all over Hell, digging holes in the ground until I find the bunkers." The liger muttered, and Lucifer sighed and shook his head, remarking: "Look, I'm really sorry, but Satan always kept the exact locations under wraps, and I never tried investigating the matter further. I knew the answer wouldn't have been helpful anyway."

"But it makes no sense. Plenty of demons and mortals work in these factories, and someone must have built the bunkers in the first place. Someone must know!" Alexis firmly said, piercing the fallen angel with her cold sapphire eyes, but the Prince only spread his arms with a sigh, making no attempt to escape from her. "You are right, of course... but after seeing Satan in action in the course of this war, I can assure you that those who built the bunkers became dust as soon as they finished the job. As for the crews working in the laboratories... well, they are housed in the low levels of the Spire, out of our reach. And they are not many, Lady Alexis: most of the workforce is actually made up of clones. The first clones to be produced were factory workers, technicians and blacksmith. Even geneticists and mages... Each of them is programmed to do just one or two things, but very well and at infinitum. And it works."

"And I bet that the clone-technicians have a self-destruct device implanted in them." Alexis muttered, making a grimace and looking up at the sky in frustration as she realized why they had never been able to put their hands on a useful prisoner. "So, when we come anywhere near to them, Satan just blows them all to smithereens, and we never find anyone worth interrogating."

"Precisely." Lucifer confirmed. "Satan is not stupid, nor is the RA. The mortal technicians that taught us how to produce clones were way too few to support an operation on this scale. But once they wrote their knowledge down into synthetic brains and into Spirit devices, they literally multiplied themselves. The few actual scientists can hide safely inside the Spire, while the clones do all the work in the factories. And the clones only know the procedures they need to follow, nothing else. Even if you captured them still intact, they would be useless."

Killer thought of the scientists that had huddled fearfully together near Virgil's throne, and cursed under his breath as he thought of how the alien god had crushed them out of existence before he could stop him. The liger was pretty sure that those were real mortals, real minds, not clones. Probably they could have given him answers about the RA and the other facilities... the thought of what he had lost haunted him, and would do so, undoubtedly, for a long time.

"What is a synthetic brain, by the way...?" Vesta curiously asked as she walked up to them, standing close to Lucifer and crossing her muscular, powerful arms on her chest, tapping her fingers idly over a massive bicep. The fallen angel turned slightly sideways and stared nervously at her muscles, instinctively taking a couple of steps to the opposite side, slipping out of easy reach even as he hurried to answer. "It is a powerful research system combining laboratory-grown brains and supercomputers. The scientists made perfect copies of their brains and hooked them permanently to computers, in a variation of the Spirit system, so that these thinking machines can ceaselessly research and develop new theories. That's how the designs for the new super-weapons are born."

"Creepy. But smart, too." Vesta observed, smirking a bit at the sight of the fear she struck in the Prince of Hell. "That also ensures the RA can continue producing new monstrosities even if the original scientists die."

"In fact, depending on how effective these machines are, the scientists might have already been slaughtered, to make sure no one could ever have second thoughts and defect." Alexis muttered, making a grimace at the thought. "Still, there must be a weak link that we can exploit. Earlier you were talking about Boadicea, and her guerrilla against Satan: tell us all you know."

"I will, but it is not too much." Lucifer quietly replied, gathering his thoughts, and Killer looked at him with impatience, his interest flared by the mention of his daughter. My daughter... it is still so weird to think... But it is my fault. I should know better than this. It's not like I do not know what happens when I cram a female full of cum... Boadicea was a child of rape, born from the terribly powerful, cruel semen that Killer had pumped inside Lilith, princess of Hell, during the battle of the Black Gates. She was one of many, not the first nor the last to be born from that vicious, godly rape. Killer's semen was so potent that Lilith had been crippled ever since, consumed from the inside by a horde of titanic sperms that nobody was able to eradicate or kill off. The princess, lover of Satan, the queen of Hell in all but name, was a breeding slave held down by Killer's almighty cum. Bloated out of shape with the immensity of the load, the once beautiful shark-like fallen angel had never recovered from the rape, because the huge sperms continued to move inside her, cruelly, forcefully, mercilessly, and whenever she delivered she was immediately impregnated again, and again, and again. Many years had passed since their encounter, and her torture continued while her mind and body progressively shattered. Each pregnancy made Lilith weaker and increased her slavish obsession for her conqueror, and nobody had been able to help her. She was slowly turning into a slave to his power, and while at the beginning she had viciously fought back, she now was almost resigned to her fate. She had attempted to terminate her pregnancies by sheer violence, but she had given up on that after realizing that it only made the enormous, savage sperms angrier and hungrier. Smashing an unborn child into pulp only meant being brutally impregnated again, and the sperms clearly had a mind of their own because they reacted to her self-harm with indescribable levels of vicious virile conquest, so much so that she ended up carrying ten children at once, an experience that almost killed her.

When she had recovered a little from that devastating experience, Lilith had destroyed the first few children after giving birth to them, but soon enough her strength had depleted so much that she was unable to turn against the surprisingly powerful and developed newborns.

Her strength gone, her body bulging obscenely and making it almost impossible to move, Lilith had lost all of her authority and most of her armies had deserted. Satan had taken away all her clone legions and had put her under close guard. Formally, she was still celebrated as a princess of Hell, but she was effectively a prisoner. Satan's soldiers were her jailers, and part of their task was capturing the children as soon as they were born, and send them to the laboratories where the RA scientists experimented on them. Who knows how many of my spawn ended up in pits of Corruption to be rebuilt into Horrors...?

"What I can tell you is that, according to the latest reports, Lilith is not inside the Central Spire, nor inside her castle in the Hell of Lust. Satan says she is hidden in a safe place, under close guard, but that's just a desperate attempt to hide the uncomfortable truth." Lucifer finally said, after putting his thoughts in order. "The romantics tell the story of Boadicea somehow sneaking through the guards every nine months to bring her new sisters out as soon as they are born, but that is absurd. As extraordinarily gifted as Boadicea is said to be, no one can "sneak" inside the Central Spire, as you know well."

Killer grunted in sour agreement, and Lucifer continued: "I asked my contacts throughout Hell to investigate the legends and tales about Boadicea, and moments ago I received a most interesting report. The truth is far more troubling for Satan than a Boadicea able to sneak into the Central Spire: Boadicea took Lilith away."

Killer frowned thoughtfully at that, realizing the implications of the report: if Lilith wasn't inside the Central Spire, maybe she could be located and interrogated. Maybe she knew the location of some of the other laboratories and power cores... "I'm listening."

"The story goes like this: the children coming out of Lilith were getting stronger and stronger with each new generation, so much so that Satan banished her from the Central Spire, scared that sooner or later she'd give birth to something too hard to control and restrain. Lilith herself is progressively losing her mind and becoming slavishly obsessed with you, so Satan fully expected her to become your "secret agent" within the Spire. He kicked her out, and had her sent to a secure facility somewhere else. Probably one of the secret laboratories... makes sense, no? So the studies and experimentations on the newborns could begin even faster, literally right after they fell out of Lilith. Had he not been interested in her spawn, he would have simply destroyed her."

Killer only nodded, nervously flexing and relaxing his leg as he listened with attention and impatience, while the other goddesses crowded around them as well. "Eventually, Satan's worries became reality. Boadicea was born and none of the guards managed to restrain her. She didn't just "get away", though. No, she destroyed the entire garrison that Satan had put inside the facility and took over."

Vesta grinned widely at that, tilting her head slightly to the side as she amusedly exclaimed: "Good girl, I like her already! A worthy daughter of her father."

"Is she still there, then? Do we know where the damn place is?" Killer urgently asked, stiffening and all but stepping closer to the fallen angel, almost grabbing him in the hurry of knowing the fate of his daughters.

Lucifer shook his head slowly and pulled up one hand to beg for time, explaining: "This happened years ago. Alone, she successfully defended the fortress against all the counterattacks that Satan's forces mounted, and she has protected and raised the daughters that have been born in the following years. Satan must have severely undervalued her, or overvalued his generals. Maybe his commanders didn't dare telling him that they had been literally beaten back by a little girl... I don't know. Whatever the reason, Boadicea had the time to raise a few other girls, the initial core of her current tribe of amazons. Eventually, she must have realized that their good luck was bound to end at some point and they escaped from the facility. That's when they have gone into hiding, supposedly in the Hell of Wrath, after tearing through the troops that had kept them under siege."

Killer opened his mouth to say something, but Lucifer halted him and continued: "Please, bear with me a little longer. The important new bit of information on which we must focus is that Boadicea and her amazons carried Lilith away with them. That explains why the "tribe" has been getting steadily stronger... and also explains why their guerrilla has Satan so worried and so angry. They have been striking his activities where it hurts... that means that Lilith must know a lot of interesting things."

"Lilith is out of the Spire. That means that getting to her is not impossible." Vesta calmly said, voicing the thoughts racing inside the minds of everyone in the circle. "That's great, but the problem remains: "the Hell of Wrath" is a bit generic an indication. A small group of battle-hardened amazons, even burdened with an obscenely pregnant, swollen cunt to carry around, can easily vanish in any of the many dark corners of the region. We could seek them out for ages without ever crossing their path... just like Satan's troops are doing."

"Well, we must still try, though. We must absolutely find Boadicea and Lilith before Satan's forces do." Killer said, and then, after a moment, he let out a little snort of entertainment and added: "And finding Boadicea might not be so complex at the end of the day."

"She and her group of Amazons are very good at stealthily moving and surviving in the forests of Wrath. They come and go unseen, and Satan has had zero luck in finding them. And whenever his troops did make contact, it was on Boadicea's terms. She ambushed entire groups, and annihilated them." Lucifer warned, but then admitted: "When they decide to assault a facility or a garrison, things become pretty spectacular instead. But they are few and know the risks: they make their raids quick, and know how to vanish away quickly and without leaving signs. They have destroyed a couple of factories and at least one laboratory filled with synthetic brains, that I know off. Literally pulverized the places and vanished before Satan's troops could react... "

"I will fill up Wrath with Insatiables. I will spread my corruption through the whole region, so we get early warning of any move of her group. We'll need to be very quick in reacting to any signal we might get." Killer stated, and the goddesses nodded while Lucifer had to repress a shiver in front of the huge male's power and confidence. It was still amazing to think that Killer had the power to truly fuck an entire region of Hell out of shape, turning demons of all kinds into Insatiables that would serve his every whim at the cost of their lives. The liger radiated terrifying amounts of power and his body thrummed with such terrible physical strength that the fallen angel's stomach churned in a mix of fear, awe and envy. Part of him wanted to just run away as far as he could, and, worse still, part of him felt incredibly aroused and needy, wanting nothing else than crawling on all fours around the dark god's feet, acting like a little pet and cheering him on as he raped, conquered, killed and destroyed. It was incredibly hard to resist, and his eyes kept darting back towards Killer's godlike body, caressing the perfectly chiseled profile of his muscles and lingering over the massive groin plate of his armour, almost drooling at the sight of its width and length, knowing that every inch was necessary, not for show. Vesta kept gazing at him, snickering, her eyes flashing with amusement, and the fallen angel had turned completely red and very visibly stiff with awkwardness and humiliation, but much as he tried to look away, he always found himself staring at the huge male again.

Killer mercifully tried to ignore the way Lucifer stared at him with what could only be described as utter awe. It half-amused and half-embarrassed the liger, who had a hard time not smirking at the sight of the prince of Hell almost literally drooling all over him.

He was tempted to flex just a little, just to see the fallen angel's shudder of wonder, but they had more important things to do... and it would not have been fair to Lucifer who, after making him wait for a very long time, was at least doing all he could to help.

"I still have some friends in Hell, despite all, and I've asked everyone to collect information in whatever way they can think of. It is risky business: if Satan finds out, they will be slaughtered for treason." The fallen angel said, and to his credit he managed to sound firm and resolute while warning about the risks that he and his contacts were facing. Killer gave a little nod at that, and assured: "We will do all we can to get them to safety if they are discovered. But we really need the information. Without it, we have a lot of power but not a target."

"Honestly, from the little we know about Boadicea, I think that crossing her path will actually be easier than we think." Alexis mildly observed, and Killer grunted in agreement, crossing his huge arms on his chest. His biceps bulged explosively and Lucifer's lower jaw dropped without the fallen angel properly noticing, making it difficult not to laugh. The thought of Boadicea's hate for him kept him serious, however. "I suspect she'll end up coming to us herself."

"That is relatively likely." Lucifer immediately piped up, coming out of his trance. "My suggestion is for you to go into the Hell of Wrath and make yourself... exposed. Don't make it too evident, or she'll understand that it is a trap... but build up a chance for her to assault you. Boadicea absolutely hates males, after what Satan did to her... and she hates you a lot, too, I'm afraid. To her, you are the father that did nothing for her and her sisters after planting his seed."

Killer nodded sadly, closing his eyes and recognizing his sin: "I've given her good reasons to hate me, and I cannot blame her for wanting revenge. And that's what I was thinking... I'm sure she'll be tempted to make me pay for my shortcomings, and she has certainly demonstrated how fearless she is. Given a chance, I'm sure she'll come for me."

"She... she is aware of your monstrous strength, though..." Lucifer observed, and his face burned red as he realized how awed and worshipful his tone of voice had been while babbling those words.

Vesta almost broke into laughter at that, but turned it into a cough instead before nodding in agreement with the earlier suggestion. As she thought of the matter further, however, she couldn't help but grimace at the awareness of how many things could go wrong. She voiced her main worry, observing: "A meeting that starts out as a battle is a dangerous one. The outcome is unpredictable: what if she refuses to listen? We don't want to have to put her down... and we don't want to be put down ourselves. At best, we could force her to escape, and it would still be a failure. At worst, someone will have to die."

"It is a danger we'll have to face." Alexis calmly replied, trading a gaze with Killer. "At the right moment, Killer and I will move away from the rest of the group and will try to... make ourselves as inviting a target as we can. If Boadicea comes, I will tackle her myself. She won't listen to you, Lion... but maybe she'll listen to me, at least."

Vesta bit her lower lip a bit, not entirely convinced but painfully aware that it was true: they didn't have alternatives. "So, hell of Wrath, here we come."

"But first..." Killer calmly said, before walking up in front of Lucifer, who seemed to shrink smaller and smaller the closer the liger got, until the fallen angel let out a little, cute sound while looking up with wide-open eyes as the dark god loomed over him like a mountain. The breath caught in Lucifer's throat as Killer's armor vanished, dissolving in a series of snakes made of darkness which slid over his shoulders and away from him, vanishing in thin air, leaving him bare-chested and clad only in his usual black jeans, which bulged spectacularly over his gigantic cock. Lucifer gasped and his mouth opened and closed slowly without any word coming out, and Killer looked mildly down at him. There had been a time, not so far away, when Lucifer had been a fearsome opponent, a dangerous rival that required his best effort to counter... and now, all had changed. Lucifer was small and frail before him, a lesser creature in every way. Lucifer now looked pitifully weak, a bug cowering in his shadow; an insignificant toy.

"You have done well, so... go ahead. Touch me." Killer offered, and Lucifer first recoiled, looking outraged and embarrassed by the proposal... then slowly moved back towards him, hesitatingly reaching up with both hands, and slowly settled them over his powerful abs, then dragged them reverently upwards, over the broad, masculine chest of the liger, his cheeks burning an hotter shade of red and his breath breaking as his loincloth shifted and bulged outwards a bit, only embarrassing the fallen angel further as that little bulge was dwarfed at close distance by the monstrous mass of Killer's entirely flaccid member, snaking down one thigh of his jeans. Killer smirked and Vesta laughed, and Lucifer moved his hands up and away from the liger's waist, moving over to feel an enormous bicep instead, breathlessly wondering at its size and strength... and then Killer had quietly squeezed the prince's shoulder, and walked past, leaving Lucifer gazing at his powerful back, panting quietly.

"We head down to Wrath, ladies and gentlemen. Make your preparations."

Wrath was the bottom circle of Hell, and was always dark and hot and uncomfortable. The Spire loomed over the circle in all its titanic magnificence, casting its shadow over every corner of the region, and the vertical, cruel cliffs of dark stone that supported the other, higher circles, completely walled the whole place in. The heat was almost unbearable, and the sky was almost impossible to see. Only looking straight upwards they could see some of the spiraling crimson, the gigantic roots and the roof of dark stone that covered the whole of Hell. The rest was darkness.

Killer didn't mind the heat, nor the darkness. In fact, both had strengthened massively since his arrival, weeks before. His Corruption now pumped powerfully through the ground and cursed inside the trunks of each massive plant and tree. The whole of Wrath now burned with his virile heat, and the air was thick with his masculine scent: the entire region reeked of his ball-sweat, of his immense cock, of his unforgiving semen, of his terrible power. The pitch black darkness was His darkness, and his energies rippled violently through the entire region, reality bending to his will, warping out of shape, creating a whole new inferno shaped by his dark hungers. As Vesta had once said, very effectively describing the new look of Wrath, the entire region was just as lost as if he had picked it up and dropped it in his vast cumslit. The masculine stench in the ultra-thick, hot air around them was a constant reminder of who was in charge, and it was so powerful that it kept everyone in a state of constant arousal and need. After just a few weeks, Wrath demons had already become hard to find, since most had already been warped and corrupted into Insatiables. Males were even rarer across the region, since the crushing weight of Killer's presence was rapidly crushing them out of existence, warping their bodies into splendid, fertile female forms and corrupting their minds into slavish, adoring submission.

The few demons remaining venerated and worshiped Killer over any and everything else: temples were quickly desecrated or even demolished, and Satan's effigies were shattered to make room for images of Killer, and altars were erected for him, and sacrifices offered to satiate his hungers. Wrath's resistance had been overwhelmed within hours: Killer had laughed in the faces of the legions of clones that had garrisoned the region, and had quickly stomped them out of existence, demolishing the great castle that dominated the access to the Circle.

Satan had committed more troops into the fight, probably fearing that Killer would mount a direct assault against the base of the Central Spire, and the liger and his disciples had had to beat back heavily armed legions led by a sizeable group of Horrors. Since then, Satan had no longer attempted to engage them directly, instead increasing exponentially his efforts against Heaven and against the Colonies on the Mortal Plane. The High King of Hell had realized that Killer intended to find Boadicea and that the effort required him to stay in the Circle of Wrath; he also understood that, despite his immense strength, Killer was unable to pierce the barrier around the Spire and did not know where the other power cores could be found. That awareness had emboldened Satan, and the attacks on the Colonies and across Heaven had rapidly escalated, forcing Killer to send his Disciples towards those distant battles.

Killer and Alexis had repeatedly remained alone, or almost alone in Wrath, with all Disciples busy elsewhere, but Boadicea had not taken the bait. And yet, Killer and Alexis knew with certainty that Boadicea and her Amazons kept them constantly under surveillance. They were out there, hidden in the thick, mutated forest, somehow invisible to Killer's senses even though his Corruption pervaded each and every tree. He and Alexis constantly experienced the awkward, unpleasant sensation of being spied, but despite repeated attempts to capture one or more of the spies, they had never successfully located one of the Amazons. They were like shadows, impossible to seize and restrain. They were absolutely sure that they were out there, never far away, always keeping an eye on them, and yet could never fix one.

Alexis was both incredulous and furious about it, because she couldn't understand how they could evade even her energy vision, as well as her incredibly sharp senses. Killer, on his part, silently admired the Amazons for their prowess, and wondered how long it had been since he had felt to be in the crosshair like that without being able to reply in any way. He had to go back many, many years, to one of his periods as mercenary in the southern regions of the world: he had been involved in a conflict in the thick of the jungle, and the locals were truly skilled at organizing ambushes and creating dangerous traps.

It had been a frustrating experience, and often a painful one, and now he felt much the same way... and possibly worse, because back then at least he had been at the centre of the action. Now, effectively, he wasn't, as Satan had deliberately moved its main effort elsewhere. Yet, he knew he couldn't just walk away: finding Boadicea and Lilith was of crucial importance.

"Too late. Again." Alexis muttered, gritting her fangs as they teleported into a remote corner of Wrath, only to find the side of a rocky cliff blown into bits, with smoldering boulders littering the forest all around in a range of thousands of feet. The ruins of a secret laboratory, albeit small, burned ferociously inside the wound in the mountain's side, and a lot of the corrupted, mutant trees of the black jungle all around were burning or had been shattered into piles of fleshy shreds and metal-like fragments. Killer had felt the pain and rage of the forest, which thrummed with his own dark energies and was shaped by his very own Corruption, but even though they had immediately reacted, it still was too late. Boadicea and her amazons had already left, after smashing to bits some of the massive tentacle-trees that had tried to restrain them. Other nearby plants seemed to growl in a mix of fear and threat, their tentacle-branches flailing idly through the air and their metal-like bark torn and broken in several points. Other, smaller mutant trees had been shattered and knocked over by pieces of the mountain that had pelted the jungle like shrapnel.

"Shit, I can't fucking believe it! They got away again!" Alexis growled, walking up to the breach in the cliff and peering inside, even though she already knew she would not find them. "How do they do it...?"

"I have no idea..." Killer tiredly admitted, shaking his head slowly as he peered past the edge of the massive breach, making a grimace at the intense heat coming from the crackling flames. "Besides, we had already been here, and I would have never thought there was a laboratory hidden in the goddamn cliff. We are getting no better at finding these places."

Alexis gave a grunt of irritated agreement, before idly kicking a large chunk of stone and concrete back into the flames, before pointing a finger at a large, boxy piece of hardware that looked almost like a container, but had a series of glass cylinders down the sides. Most had been shattered, but they could still see one, filled with some sort of liquid and with a large, live brain floating inside, hooked to a multitude of cables that fed into the computer. "That must be one of the Synthetic Brains. Finally we get to see one."

"I wish we didn't have to see it..." Killer mumbled, making a bit of a face as he added: "Who knows how many of these damn things they have produced, and where they are hidden. We'll never be able to shut down their research... I wish Lucifer had invented the stories about these things."

"Lucifer is terrified by you, and at the same time completely in awe of you. Whatever doubts there might have been about his reliability, melted away a while ago." Alexis mildly replied, and the thought was enough to put a little smile on her muzzle. "He'd do anything just to be allowed to sniff your scent from a distance. And since you allowed him to touch you, he is completely hooked: there's nothing he wouldn't do, if it gained him another chance to squeeze into your bicep."

"He is such a little slut..." Killer amusedly said, smirking a bit to himself. He had caught Lucifer staring at him while he was taking a piss, and had ordered the fallen angel to make up for it by licking his potent waste fluids off the ground... and Lucifer hadn't uttered a single word of protest, instead going down on all fours and beginning to slurp up the golden fluid, filled with enormous sperms, right off the dirt. That had made it clear just how obsessed he had gotten. "If he keeps following me around and watching as I fuck the pussy he always craved but never got, he'll end up turning into a girl before he even realizes it."

Yeah, that's the fate of lesser males in your presence..." Alexis said, licking her lips slowly, tilting her head to the side and faking intense concentration before adding: "I bet he'd make for a nice-looking little bitch. Hungry, too."

"He is an ally now, we should probably treat him respectfully." Killer countered, even though he was grinning himself, and his entertainment increased as the femme fatale just shrugged and exclaimed: "It would probably make him plenty happy, so..."

Killer and Alexis laughed at that, but it was a short moment of entertainment. Frustration settled back very rapidly as they tried to think of what they could try next... until Alexis huffed and just turned towards the thick of the jungle, roaring: "Hey you! I know you are there! We are on the same side! Show yourself, we need to talk."

"You know she won't do it... We already tried that." Killer sighed, crossing his huge arms and moodily watching as the synthetic brain burned and melted away into an ugly, stinky sludge of plastic and metal.

Alexis grunted in grudging agreement, resting her hands on her hips and idly flexing her massive musculature, glaring at the forest, trying to spot the Amazon that, she was sure, was hidden somewhere in the shadows. "Boadicea, you disappoint me. Come out and meet me. If you have half the guts they say you have, you should not hide!" The goddess shouted, feeling all the frustration of weeks in which they had basically wandered moodily from one corner of Wrath to the other, searching for signs of Boadicea's tribe of warrior females and hints to the position of the secret underground facilities that kept Satan's war efforts alive. They had found nothing, and their frustration had built up and up as they chomped at the bit, eager to get into a fight, impatient to finally make some decisive progress and literally envious of the others, who were all busy fighting back Satan's forces in Heaven and in the Mortal Plane.

"We cannot make us more vulnerable-looking than so... This is just not working." Killer muttered, thinking bitterly back at how easy and linear the original plan had sounded. Surely, if he and Alexis remained alone, Boadicea would have been tempted to attack them... But no. It had not worked. They had even tried taking separate paths for a while, hoping that the amazons would pounce on at least one of them, but Boadicea had refused even that bait. She is either too smart or scared. Or a mix of both things.

Alexis gave a sound of agreement with him, but continued to gaze at the forest, stroking a hand down her powerful abs and then gripping the enormous bulge in her black leather pants, idly running her hand down part of the great length of flaccid but already huge cock. Alexis kept her female form most of the time, and was very glad to be all woman, a spectacular champion of femininity, but when she was particularly eager, hungry and aroused or when she was angry and frustrated she liked to have her giant shaft out in all its glory. Admittedly, she liked a lot being a female and yet having the possibility to put to shame any male and plow any girl she wanted. And whenever she was stressed about something, she could find relief in simple things such as whipping her cock out to take a piss or pump a gigantic load of cum out of her obsidian member. She idly squeezed the giant shaft, loving how thick and fleshy and solid it was, and thought about just walking up to the edge of the forest to take a piss right in the face of the spy... and right in that moment a thought dawned in her mind and she let out a new sound, of realization this time, while a grin spread on her muzzle. "Maybe there is a different incentive we can give them." She whispered, and Killer looked curiously at her from over his shoulder, noticing how her fingers squeezed into her gigantic shaft. "They hate males, remember...?" He countered in a low, almost inaudible voice, but realized almost immediately that her point was a bit more sophisticated than that.

"They hate males, yeah... but do they hate cock? I'm not sure at all. I'm not a male, yet I have something they probably crave, and something else that they certainly need." Alexis easily replied, and her hand idly moved down so she could squeeze one of her huge, heavy balls.

Killer tilted his head slightly to the side, understanding what she meant, and he grinned slightly before whispering: "I think I will go inside the ruins, to... seek evidence."

Alexis nodded, smirking as she began walking towards the edge of the jungle, teasingly announcing: "I'll take a piss right in the spy's face."

The huge male smirked to himself and climbed over and past a large pile of boulders and chunks of concrete, ducking under the remains of a wall of reinforced concrete and vanishing inside the dark, smoke-filled rooms of the ruined laboratory, the flames retreating from him and giving him ample berth as he checked the remains of another synthetic brain installation. Within moments, he was out of sight, and Alexis rolled her shoulders idly and cracked her neck as she walked across the burned stretch of jungle, her eyes glinting with entertainment as her terrifying energies pulverized the boulders and ruins and broken tree trunks obstructing her path, her muscles bulging with power as she again idly squeezed into her enormous bulge, fearlessly standing at the edge of the obscure jungle. With no hurry at all, Alexis spread her legs wide and reached down with her hand to easily undue her thick leather-and-steel belt. She let the two ends of the belt dangling down along her thighs, then undid the fly of her form-fitting leather pants, loving how much of a struggle it was with her monstrous girth arrogantly pushing against the fabric, making it groan and squeak as she slowly wrestled her pants downwards, revealing the base of her colossal, immense cock. She smirked, almost able to feel the awe in the air, the quickened beating of the spy's heart as the obscene power of her virility was revealed. The thick, enormous base of her shaft was a monstrous display of virility, which only Killer could best. The diameter of her cock was mind-blowing, and Alexis let out a low murr of pleasure at the well known sight of her own formidable strength, the shaft bulging with thick veins that were larger than most male's whole cocks. There wasn't even point in trying to guess how many times a "normal" dick would have vanished into the vast volume of such almighty organ. Once, back in Eaglenest, she had walked up to a urinal right beside the one that Lemuel, kind and caring god of Light, was using. The poor lion had frozen stiff in place, gaping and staring while the goddess hefted up that gigantic, still flaccid but already titanic member and did her thing. The poor male had awkwardly attempted to cover his own member, dramatically smaller, but at the same time he had stood there, watching on in awe until she had shaken the last few heavy drops out. The girth was not the only extraordinary attribute of her member: there was the length too. The goliath shaft was simply immense: more and more potent inches of black, strong flesh were revealed as the pants slid downwards, revealing a black fleshed member that literally seemed to never end. 20 inches, then forty, fifty, and still more, the huge cock dwarfing them all to insignificance. The enormous, heavy shaft was nearly 60 inches long while flaccid, and to all that there was to add a huge, engorged flared head half-covered in her thick foreskin. The monstrous cock-head alone was bigger than the whole genitalia of many males put together. The immense cock flopped down with a heavy swing as Alexis pushed her pants down past the knees, releasing the beast's full might. It dangled, heavy and enormous, down past her knees, so much so that she still had to heft the beast up and out of the leg, letting out a grunt of satisfaction as she let the colossal member swing heavily down, penduluming majestically between her legs before bouncing up with a demonstration of real strength as she flexed lightly, running a hand down the huge shaft to finally squeeze the fat, massive head.

The shaft was formidable, but together with her huge testicles it became truly glorious: Alexis's gigantic balls dangled low, heavy and massive, so enormous that they bulged with thick veins as well, looking like they would burst out of her own sack, too big and just way too much even for her own powerful body. She let out a low growl as she forcefully squeezed the fleshy, solid base of her huge member, sending a thick drop of precum leaking out of the vast cumslit, turning into a dangling, heavy rope that stretched longer and longer as it swelled larger, until the dense globe of spunk at the end touched the ground, the thick rope swinging tantalizingly in the air as she stroked her monstrous shaft for a few moments, before she cut the long string off with the tip of one finger, flicking it off. It splattered onto the ground with an audible, wet smack, and enormous sperms swam back and forth within the dense, virile fluid. Immediately, the ground sprouted with new fleshy tendrils and tentacles, corrupted plants and vines born from her potent precum, and she threw her head back with a grin, loving her own dark power. She and Killer had corrupted, warped and conquered by now almost all of Hell, changing its face with just their astounding, godlike virility, and the femme fatale looked forwards to raping the "almost" into pieces: they only needed to topple the Spire.

"Come out, Boadicea... I know you want to see this cock ram up Satan's ass. Help me break through the Spire's barrier, and you get a first row seat." Alexis teased, smirking as she pulled back her thick foreskin. Normally, she would snap her fingers to call one of the Insatiables or one of the demon lords that had surrendered to her. They would teleport to in front of her, with mouths open and tongues extended to lap up her piss, but this time she did no such thing, instead aiming_her immense cock down against a mutant tree, grinning as she unleashed a mighty, thick jet of golden piss, that was so hot and potent that it made the tree's bark smolder and then melt away, the corrupted plant-tentacle writhing in agony and shrinking down on itself, rapidly dying away. Alexis's godlike virility was evident even in her piss: enormous throw-away sperms, each literally inches long, swam in the bitter, incandescent fluid and brutalized the powerless tree, tearing it into pieces while the bitter fluid dissolved what remained, even as already new corrupt plants tore their way out of the wet ground, rapidly growing larger and stronger than their destroyed brethren._

Alexis snorted mockingly, smirking in entertainment as she held up the heavy, massive shaft, aiming her load onto another mutant bush, before stiffening slightly as she felt the energies around her changing slightly. She did not turn around, but she was immediately aware that someone was walking up behind her, and the goddess closed her eyes with a little snort of amusement. "We've been searching and calling you for weeks, to no avail... and now, just as I take a piss, you arrive. A perfect choice of timing."

_"You suspected I might take a particular interest in you if you gave me exactly this kind of show. You suspected right. Doesn't that make you happy...?" Boadicea replied mildly, and Alexis almost nodded to herself, appreciating the decisive, energetic undertone in her voice, which somehow sounded familiar, almost as if she already knew the Amazon. _

"Everybody likes being right, I think. Plus, I needed to talk to you, and finally it is happening." Alexis easily replied, shrugging a bit as she melted away another large mutant plant in the strong jet of her piss before beginning to patter out, stroking her gigantic shaft and shaking it to send the last few, heavy drops smashing audibly into the ground, many feet away. She smirked a bit, feeling Boadicea's gaze fixed on her muscular back and on what she could see of her balls and huge shaft from behind. The Amazon was very clearly impressed by the sight, but that was to be expected: it was impossible not to be shocked by the power evident in just that simple action. The immense, heavy shaft; the jet of incandescent piss arching easily twenty feet in front of her if she wanted; the gigantic throw-away sperms... it was an astonishing spectacle of power, virility and supernatural fertility.

_Alexis slowly turned around, grinning predatorily as she seized the base of her gigantic cock and swung the enormous shaft to slap it heavily into the palm of her other hand, leaving Boadicea staring in awe despite the best efforts of the Amazon to conceal her amazement. Boadicea was a sharkess, like her mother Lilith. Her skin was cool, smooth and of a silvery-grey color. Her head was topped by two proud bull horns, heavy and massive, and between them towered a shark fin, decorated with a multitude of stud piercings along the edge, and a few rings. The edge of the fin was dented in several places and scars were visible over it and over much of Boadicea's body, a clear sign of the harsh fighting that had literally been the center of her whole life, right from the very beginning, when Lilith had attempted to destroy her immediately after giving birth to her. Boadicea had to look up to meet Alexis's eyes, but the difference in height was modest. The two females discovered that their eyes shone with the same beautiful, enchanting sapphire color, but Boadicea's muzzle was sharp, and she had no nostrils, replaced by gills in the sides of her neck, barely visible behind bangs of crimson hair. Boadicea was beautiful, and her expression spoke of pride, strength and determination, while her broad shoulders, thick with solid, toned muscle, evidenced her incredible strength. Her huge arms almost rivaled with Alexis's, and her biceps bulged with power, while two small fins pushed out of her forearms. Those too, like the one on top of her head and an even larger one sticking out of the middle of her back, were decorated with piercings and rings. _

Boadicea had also covered the left side of her torso in a tribal tattoo depicting fiery flames: they went up from the groin, all over the hip and side, wrapping over one of her huge, firm, proud breasts and then curved up on the shoulder and down over her bulging bicep. Upon the muscular forearm she carried another drawing, depicting the skull of a Gigataur pierced from above by the pole of a twin-headed axe.

The inside of her right forearm was inscribed with the words "Satan's Nightmare", while looking down along her left leg, Alexis found the tattoo of a huge broadsword flanked by what looked like wings of flames. It gave her a little smile of amusement while she wondered whether Boadicea knew how similar that symbol was to the winged sword of Killer's Predators. Boadicea's long tail was large and heavy yet gave an idea of agility and speed, with its large fins adorned with piercings and rings. Her legs were long and beautiful, chiseled in powerful, bulky muscles that bulged with every movement, her quads fighting for space even while she was standing there, leaning onto her massive, heavy spear-mace. Alexis noticed that Boadicea held her weapon in the left hand: although she undoubtedly was just as skilled with the right one, it probably signaled that she was left-handed. The weapon itself was heavy and massive: the thick pole was entirely made of metal and had a cruel blade at the bottom, while the main blade was several feet long and made out of multiple blades jutting out of the thick pole at various angles, with the sharp tips all meeting in a single, deadly point. The resulting mass of dark steel cut stab, cut and smash, working as a spear, as a sword and as a mace at the same time. What it would not pierce or cut, it would break into bits, hammering down with all its impressive mass. Crimson letters glowed all along the last few feet of the pole, spelling: "Satan's Bane", and Alexis couldn't help but smirk at that, impressed by the strength, both physical and of character, that Boadicea radiated.

She was scantily clad: her arms were bare, as were her abs and more of her legs, but she had a sturdy gown made with sturdy segments of steel connected to patches of leather that, Alexis immediately understood, had used to be the skin of a Gigataur. She had heavy, thick belts of the same material, and a couple of large, sheathed daggers were attached to the belts, while her breasts were wrapped into a top of bull leather supported by a sturdy structure made with the polished bones of the fallen demons she had skinned. Solid straps of the same dark leather were wrapped around her muscular legs and she wore heavy combat boots made of bone and skin, with the remains of two Gigataur skulls covering the top of each foot. Boadicea clearly liked to turn the enemies she felled into something useful, as well as terrifying to all other soldiers and monsters that Satan sent against her.

On her part, Boadicea looked up into Alexis's eyes and then admired every inch of her powerful body, from the spectacular breasts to the godly, prodigious legs, before inexorably fixing once more on the enormous black shaft that the ligeress idly stroked, shamelessly pulling back the thick foreskin to squeeze into the massive head. "It is not often that I met someone who blots me out of sight... it's been a while since I last felt small, but your musculature is truly divine." Boadicea finally said, smiling a little and tilting her head to the side with a mix of awe and appreciation. She wasn't scared at all, and Alexis reprimanded herself for even thinking that she might be: her eyes, she was now sure, had never betrayed fear in all her life. Boadicea was just astute, and prudent: she had been forged in the fire of war since birth, and she clearly knew how to measure the worth of a rival. "You are a real empress. A perfect being, more female than any other and more of a male than any boy could ever dream to be. You are mother and father, beginning and end of all." The shark smiled, looking at Alexis with real adoration, and the ligeress couldn't quite decide how to react: should she be more surprised, more worried and more pleased by those not quite expected words? Alexis said nothing while Boadicea reached reverently for her massive cock, stretching out two fingers and hesitatingly catching a thick rope of rich precum that already was leaking out once more. Boadicea held her breath while she slowly rotated her fingers, wrapping them up in thick, dense precum, staring at the gigantic sperms that wriggled against her flesh, and she finally pulled her digits back, looking into Alexis' eyes while slowly painting a thick line of pre that went from her chin down between her breasts and over her abs, all the way to the heavy belt of Gigataur leather. "Look at this, your virility is astounding... who needs males when you are more powerful than they could ever be even if all of them merged together?"

Alexis couldn't help but grin at that reverent comment, and she let out a hot grunt as her massive cock, as if to reward the sharkess for her nice words, gave a mighty throb and swelled even larger, at least ten more inches of thick, dark meat pushing outwards, almost pushing into the shark's abs. "Careful, Boadicea... do not tease the beast."

"Oh, but I want to..." The sharkess purred, grinning and dragging her soaked fingers across her cleavage, tracing a thick rope of precum over the great swells. "You can be a new beginning for the universe, Alexis... you are perfect. You are a true Creator. You should be the queen of the Amazons in my place, and you should grow our tribe into an army. We shall carry your young and help you eradicate those vermin that call themselves males. You can build a new reality."

"Boadicea, you are overreacting. I know, yours has been a terrible life from the very beginning, and... yeah, boys can be such thick-skulls at times, but there is no reason to want males gone. There are males that are different. There are males worthy of love and admiration." Alexis countered, but her words only seemed to disappoint Boadicea and irritate her. The shark snorted in contempt at the ligeress's words, and made a grimace before spitting: "Males are worthless at best, damaging at worst. When they are weak, they are useless and their only talent is being crybabies. If they have some strength, they immediately become abusive, arrogant bastards." The Amazon spread her arms and pointed at Alexis, exclaiming: "Look at you! You are better, stronger, faster, smarter, and even more virile than any male could ever be. We do not need them anymore. We can finally do without them. You can just whip your cock out on them and they'll be so humiliated that they'll kill themselves. You can breed them out of existence!"

Alexis shook her head slowly and softly tried to bring Boadicea to reason, but the shark only countered with a sound of frustration and rage, shouting: "Don't you understand...? You are the solution! We Amazons are few, and all of us are females. Every time one of us fails in battle, we become even fewer. We cannot change this horrible world, much as we fight to do so. The tribe's only way to grow is to keep that whore of my mother alive, at least until her corrupted, conquered womb keeps producing new lives. But with you... with you there are no limits. Your seed will give us victory!"

Alexis had imagined that Boadicea would be interested in her seed: that was why she had showed off in the first place. The Amazons did not like males, but if they wanted to thrive they still needed them... or a valid alternative source of semen. She was not going to play along with the plans of destruction that filled Boadicea's mind, however, and she let go of her massive shaft, allowing it to pendulum majestically between her legs before she attempted to put it back inside the confines of her leather pants. "Look, Boadicea... I'll be very glad to be your friend. Hell, I will be your mother, if you'll allow me to be. Gods know you need one, since Lilith had nothing at all to give to you... I will be plenty happy to be your lover, even. And the lover, friend and mother of all other Amazons. But don't expect me to play along with your absurd plan for the eradication of all males."

"But why...?" Boadicea countered, slamming the butt of her spear-mace hard into the ground before throwing her arms open wide in frustration and, Alexis realized, genuine confusion. She was so convinced of what she was advocating, that she literally couldn't conceive the idea of another female disagreeing with her. "You know how stupid, weak and wimpy males are. You know how cruel they can still get, too. You know you are better than any male! You know it! So, why?"

"I might not completely disagree with you... there are males that do not deserve to be called such. And yeah, males are full of defects. But we aren't faultless either, you know...? And if you want to talk about cruelty, your plan is extremely cruel. And I myself am more than capable to be evil, merciless, destructive." Alexis calmly replied, finally managing to zip up her pants. "There are males who are extraordinary. I have a son, you know...? Anubis. He has something good to offer to the world for every aspect of me that is cruel, arrogant, and merciless. He is kind, and balances my darkness."

Boadicea recoiled at that, almost moving backwards a step as she opened her mouth to speak but failed to find words, suddenly trying to figure out how Alexis could care so much for a male. Boadicea had no sons and no daughters, despite wishing intensely for some... well, for daughters at least. The thought of Alexis's son left her confused, feeling a mix of emotions that included, deep down, envy. The shark closed her eyes with a growl, however, pushing those thoughts away until the unknown face of that "kind" son was replaced in her mind by the grinning face of her father. "And my father, who raped my mother and left me and my sisters to die... what about him? Is he worth keeping alive, too...? Why do you stick by his side?"

"Because I love him." Alexis immediately replied, and before Boadicea could open her mouth, her voice hardened as she angrily added: "It is true, he raped your mother. But didn't Lilith deserve her punishment? And it is true, he did not think the matter through when he filled her up with his cum. But do you know how it happened? Did they tell you the story of that day?"

Boadicea stepped back away from Alexis and spun up her heavy weapon, aiming the spear towards the goddess, who drew Blue Vixen out and took an easy ready position, looking right into the shark's eyes as she insisted: "He swam through the river Styx. He defeated Charon and conquered the Infector. He tore down the Black Gates. Saved a dear friend, a girl named Pamela. Took apart the old enemies that dared challenging him again. And accepted the challenge posed by the seven Princes of Hell. All of them."

Boadicea's eyes widened for a moment, betraying interest and amazement in front of that list, but she still flexed her powerful muscles and squeezed harder into the pole of her spear, snarling: "And do you have any idea of what I had to go through...?"

"Lilith was arrogant and stupid. Like the bitch she is, she attempted to dominate Killer, to seduce him out of his mind, while the other Princes formed a line in front of her, so she could cast her magic without him having a chance to reply." Alexis continued, ignoring the question for the moment, instead trying to keep the eye contact with the much younger goddess. "She challenged the wrong male. She was nowhere near ready for the beast she awakened, and Killer fucked her into the ground. He wasn't in control of himself at that point... and to be fair, Lilith was even more out of her mind. She liked it so much that she kept teasing him, urging him on with her energies. He did not intend to let Lilith go. He was either going to kill her, or imprison her. In the latter case, we would have gladly taken care of you, and all the other girls to be born. But the other Princes opened a portal and made sure to send Lilith away... and we haven't seen her since."

Boadicea shook her head violently, closing her eyes with a growl of frustration and fury, and Alexis thought she could see tears beginning to swell into the shark's eyes, but when she opened them again, the Amazon snarled: "You are lying. Stop lying to me!"

"I'm not lying." Alexis forcefully countered, feeling her own rage swelling up despite her best attempts to control it. "You hate your father, but you do not know him. You do not know Killer. You do not know me or the other girls that love him and fight with and for him. You think we are all insane? Or that we are all monsters? Give us a chance, at least!"

"Other girls, you say... the ones he collared like they were all unevolved dogs? That is really reassuring!" Boadicea growled back, and Alexis snorted in amusement at that, touching her neck and watching the sharkess in the eye as she said: "You see my throat? No collar. Killer so far refused to put one on me, even though I've asked and ask for it every day. We take pride in our collars; we crave them. None of us was forced into becoming what we are now, and none of us regrets a thing. We would make the same choice again, and again."

Boadicea shook her head in disbelief at that, refusing to believe her words, until she coldly growled: "If that's it, then yes, I believe you must be all insane. There's no way sane girls would enjoy living in such a misogynistic male fantasy. I don't know what he did to your minds, but I will give you back your freedom, and I will show you all what a monster my father really is."

"You have no idea what you are talking about, girl." Alexis coldly countered, her eyes now flashing with rage as she added between gritted fangs: "You have nothing to show us. And you don't know a thing about your father."

"And what a great luck it is." Boadicea spat, before going into a ready position, one palm held up towards Alexis, her great spear held back, ready to stab and swing forwards. "I'm sorry that it has to go like this, but clearly your mind is damaged and you won't see reason. You leave me with no choice."

The sharkess sprung forwards, moving with such speed and grace that even Alexis let out a little grunt of surprise, moving back a couple of steps to avoid a vicious swing of the spear-mace, her hand shooting down to grab the pole and forcefully yank it hard forwards, shoving it towards the ground while slashing Blue Vixen up. Boadicea allowed her spear to be driven into the ground but used the long pole as an axis, leaping up into the air and lashing out a vicious hook-kick that forced Alexis to hastily duck and spin around, swinging up her massive sword and reaching for the pole of the spear at the same time.

Boadicea landed gracefully on her feet and immediately arched her back, the tip of Blue Vixen hissing mere millimeters away from the base of her spine while she yanked Satan's Bane out of the ground and stabbed it hard backwards with a single, smooth movement.

Alexis slammed Blue Vixen into the massive, multi-blade head of the spear-mace, sending it swinging out wide and immediately stepping forwards to stomp hard down on Boadicea's back, knocking the shark down on one knee with a hiss of pair, but the queen of the Amazons immediately recovered, roaring as she threw a punch towards Alexis's face and spun Satan's Bane out in a wide arch, forcing the goddess to leap above it before it could sweep her off her feet.

The shark's powerful fist struck Alexis in the abs, knocking her backwards, but she easily landed on her feet, grinning and idly rubbing a hand down her solid, rippling musculature. "Not bad." She commented, before easily twisting out of the way of a vicious stab of Satan's Bane just to slash Blue Vixen up to meet the massive mace as it descended upon her like a warhammer. The two weapons loudly clanged together and the energies pervading them crackled violently in the air as the two goddesses wrestled in a duel of raw strength, their muscles bulging with power, their legs flexing as they pushed against each other... until Alexis grinned and thrust hard upwards, sending Boadicea stumbling backwards with a grunt of shock, her eyes going wide and fixing on the ligeress's gloved fist as it rushed forth and struck her in the face like a meteor, knocking her flying to crash heavily on her back dozens of feet away. "Few can bruise my abs... but don't you go overconfident on me, Boadicea. You might be the thorn in Satan's side, but your father and I scare the literal crap out of him and keep him hiding inside the Spire."

The sharkess arched her back and went into a back-roll, landing in a crouch and wiping the blood off her muzzle with the back of one fist, the other hand squeezing into the pole of the massive spear as she looked up at Alexis, amazed by her monstrous strength but nonetheless charging immediately forwards again, her massive spear once more smashing into Blue Vixen as they leaned forwards into the blow, then moved into another assault, crackling bolts of energy flying off their huge weapons.

"Give your father a chance, Boadicea. We are allies; we all want to bring Satan down. You need more power to assault the main laboratories and factories of Hell; we have the power but don't know there the targets are. We should work together!" Alexis urged, using Blue Vixen's flat to deflect the shark's spear away from her, the huge weapon hissing past her Mohawk of golden hair and her hand immediately snagging the thick pole, huge bicep bulging as she swung herself up and kicked hard towards Boadicea's face. The shark ducked and swung Satan's Bane out with a roar, slamming the massive mace into the trunk of huge corrupted tree, but Alexis had already let go of the pole and, while the tree exploded in a hailstorm of fragments and splatters of black goo, the ligeress went down in a split and swept out her long, powerful leg. Boadicea saw it coming and avoided the assault, spinning her huge weapon and stabbing it viciously down to tear through the long leg, but Alexis moved with the speed of lightning and thrust one hand into the ground, gathering herself before donkey-kicking hard up into her rival's face, sending the shark crashing back into the corrupted jungle. Boadicea crashed against one of the enormous trees, grunting in pain as cracks spread through the metal-like bark, but as massive tangles of tentacle-roots greedily wrapped around her arms she angrily spat a gout of blood and then flexed, huge muscles bulging explosively as she stepped forwards and easily tore free, sending pieces of black, corrupted tentacles splattering in every direction. She spun around and clawed into the damaged tree, yanking up with a snarling grin as she easily single-handedly uprooted the massive plant, throwing it against Alexis like it was a javelin. "Work with the bastard that sows his seed everywhere without caring for the fate of his spawn...? The only way I will work with him is with a knife, to carve into his corpse."

Alexis caught the incoming tree with one hand, the metallic bark cracking and bending with a pathetic groan under her fingers as she hefted the massive tree above her head and then squeezed, her tremendous force breaking the trunk in half, shattering a large fraction into slivers and chunks of corrupted flesh while the two sections fell down on either side of her, but then she stiffened with a growl of surprise as Boadicea seemed to vanish from the spot, moving with such speed that even Alexis's sixth sense struggled to keep track of her. The ghost image of Boadicea's assault came up in Alexis's mind with an unusual delay, but the goddess was still able to turn around and lash out her fist in the right spot of sky, smashing into Boadicea's chest right as she dived down from above, stabbing Satan's Base forwards. The shark's eyes bulged in shock and then in agony as she was hit with terrifying violence and smashed backwards by Alexis's tremendous strength, but Boadicea immediately flipped backwards and swung her mace down with all of her strength. Alexis leapt out of the way just as the heavy head struck the spot where she had been standing, the thick blades tearing deep into the ground as it cratered and huge cracks opened all around them, the cliff rattling violently and nearly splitting in half, even before lightning bolts of energy exploded out of Satan's Bane and slammed into Alexis, who shoved one hand forwards to form a shield with her own force.

"Boadicea, end this madness! Your father wants nothing more than a chance to make things right. We can help you, and you can help us. Together we can put an end to this war!" Alexis shouted over the loud crackling and exploding of immense discharges of energy clashing one into the other, but Boadicea only snarled furiously and charged forwards, gripping the pole of Satan's Base in both hands and swinging the huge mace into Alexis's barrier, cracking it. "My father should have thought better about what he was doing! He should have thought of what would happen to me and to my sisters! But he doesn't care, he never cared and never will care!"

The sharkess tore her mace back, her biceps bulging explosively as she pulled it high up over her head and slammed it forth again, striking the shield with enough force to nearly shatter it, Alexis grunting as her feet sunk deep into the stone, cracking and cratering the ground beneath her... but then the shield simply vanished and Alexis leaned forwards with a grow, grasping the base of the large multi-blade head of Satan's Bane and forcing back against it, wrestling the weapon back towards Boadicea's face. "He cares. He cares more than you can imagine. You only need to give him a chance."

The shark snorted in contempt at the suggestion, and leaned forwards with a growl, swinging up the pole of Satan's Bane and slashing it towards Alexis's hip, but the goddess, amazingly, sheathed Blue Vixen on her back and rapidly blocked the assault, wrestling it back as they faced each other with the heavy mace in the middle. "He must be a powerful lover, I can tell. Extraordinary, I'm sure. But he is also a monster! He must be! His history is nothing but rapes, pillaging and destruction. He left me, and all my sisters, to die! How can you stand his presence? Do you know what it is like, being without a father and having to fight for your life, against your very mother, right the moment you are out of her?"

"I can only try to imagine that..." Alexis admitted, looking at Boadicea with kindness, with sadness and with affection. "I wish I could... erase all of that somehow. But nobody can. The past is gone. But we can still be a family. You can still have a better future."

"Stop trying to trick me!" Boadicea furiously countered, pushing forwards hard and leaning over the pole to savagely headbutt Alexis, who only snarled back and slammed her own head forwards, striking hard enough to leave the shark dazzled as well as surprised by her move.

"Don't challenge me, Boadicea, because I will never back down. And I've been fighting, and winning, from well before you were born." Alexis calmly said, speaking almost softly. "And don't reject my offer, because it is sincere. We are a crazy bunch, but we are happy. We are a happy family, and we could be your family too. Yours and of all of your sisters."

Boadicea's eyes betrayed a moment of intense longing, the goddess daydreaming of all she had wished for, but never had, but before Alexis could add anything else, the sharkess gritted her fangs and moved backwards, tearing Satan's Bane out of the ligeress's grip and windmilling it around her waist, forcing Alexis to retreat out of range. Boadicea shoved her palm forwards and sent a solid wall of energy exploding towards Alexis, but the femme fatale smashed right through, crossing her arms in front of her face and grunting as the rocky cliff behind her seemed to entirely disintegrate with the impact of the shark's focused force. Shrapnel of stone and enormous boulders flew in every direction before absurdly stopping in midair as Boadicea made a gripping gesture with her hand, grinning as she yanked the thousands of tons of debris forward and hurled them all against Alexis.

The ligeress smirked, tilting her head to the side in a mix of surprise and amusement at the discovery of that ability in Boadicea, and she easily charged forwards to engage in close combat, ignoring the massive boulders and spikes of stone as they either exploded into clouds of dust or were deflected violently to the side when coming near her. "Talk to me, Boadicea. We are not enemies. Together, we can fix everything." Alexis urged, even as she lashed out one powerful, beautiful round kick, just as the shark leapt up for a roundhouse, their muscular legs clashing in mid-air with a thunderous impact that sent a shockwave rippling through the entire jungle, just as immense boulders continued to rain down like meteors all around them. The two deadly females leaned backwards and immediately launched another assault, Boadicea driving Satan's Bane forwards in a rising stab that Alexis dodged by twisting to the side, shifting her body weight and going into a round kick powerful enough that it sent a solid blade of energy and air cutting a deep gash through what remained of the cliff, tearing through stone as it would through butter. Boadicea growled and spread her legs wide, bending backwards out of the way and grabbing Alexis's ankle as it shot in front of her face, but as she began to spin on the spot to slam her into the ground, the ligeress leapt up and somersaulted, catching the shark under the chin with a terrible blow.

Boadicea stumbled backwards with a cry of pain but still did not go of her ankle, yanking on it with surprising force and throwing Alexis hard towards a massive block of stone, but the ligeress spun in midair and made a slapping gesture with her hand, disintegrating the obstacle into nothing but a cloud of fine dust that she tore through, landing elegantly on her feet. Immediately, she threw herself to the side, grinning as an enormous bolt of electricity shot by, missing her by mere inches and smashing into the ruins of the laboratory, exploding in a tremendous blast of lightning and fire. Alexis turned around just in time to catch another massive discharge of energy as it shot towards her chest: her hands clamped down on the enormous spear of crackling electricity, stopping its large, sharp conical head mere inches away from her sumptuous breasts, a snarling grin on her features as she gazed towards Boadicea, who continued to pump here energies into Satan's Bane, using it to project the beam of force, her muscles bulging explosively as she pushed forwards with all her strength.

"Do you amazons believe in trial by combat? Will you accept that I'm telling the truth when I knock you out?" Alexis asked, and she was only partially teasing. Trial by sword had been a strong belief in the Northlands for millennia, after all. Boadicea refused to answer, only muttering something under her breath before roaring and moving a step forwards, Satan's Bane trembling violently in her grip as Alexis braced herself and pushed back against the incandescent spear of energy, her feet tearing deep trenches into the ground as her back arched, while bolts of terrible energy crackled out in every direction, hitting the corrupted trees around them and splitting them in half like logs, setting trunks and tentacle-roots on fire. Within moments, the forest around them was crying and howling in agony, the tentacles whipping at the air and grinding into the ground, attempting to put off the fire, only to be ripped apart by the following discharge of power as the two goddesses wrestled for dominance.

Alexis licked her lips hungrily as she crushed the beam of energy in her hands, hearing it crackling like it was made of brittle glass, trembling as she began to absorb its great force, her muscles bulging and tensing with eager, cruel hunger as she devoured all of that delicious energies, absorbing them into her own body. Boadicea stared in a mix of shock and awe as she saw her beam of energy rapidly shrinking and breaking apart, until she backed away in horror as Alexis snickered and savagely yanked her forces out of Satan's Bane, crushing them between her hands, compressing them into a small sphere and then completely snuffing them out. Her biceps visibly swelled even larger and thick veins could be see pumping raw, terrible power into them as she spread her arms and grinned, teasing: "Your energies are delicious, Boadicea... juicy, plentiful, powerful. And even if you try to deny it, they taste like Killer's. You are your father's little girl alright."

The shark snarled at that, but couldn't help staring at Alexis's mighty, powerful body and at the enormous bulge in her leather pants, feeling her traitorous body growing hot and needy, her eyes glowing with supernatural brilliance as Alexis's presence dominated her, filling her mind with images of sex and carnal delight; making her blood boil in her veins and causing her legs to shiver lightly, her loins rapidly becoming an inferno of heat. They were both creatures of Lust, but it was painfully clear that Alexis's magnetism, her godly dominance, was the triumphant force between them. Boadicea panted lightly, trying to push those wild images out of her mind, but there was no way to ignore Alexis's commanding presence and her body flexed out of control, burning with need. "Don't you dare, Alexis..." Boadicea threatened, but the femme fatale only grinned and beckoned for her to come closer, teasingly replying: "What? I'm doing nothing, Boa. Can't you resist my presence...? Poor girl, so beautiful and yet still a virgin... you deserve more than this."

"Shut up!" Boadicea furiously roared, and a tremendous explosion of raw force radiating from her smashed into Alexis and into the jungle all around, razing a large part of the forest to the ground and breaking the ground apart, shattering it into tiny islands and slabs of stone that she sent hurling against the ligeress. Alexis, however, only smirked and flexed, throwing her head back with a growl of pleasure as she let her own energies explode outwards, and the two shockwaves clashed together in a massive, deafening explosion that sent a ripple of force mowing down the jungle, cutting the corrupted trees down like they were mere blades of grass while the islands of stone were crumbled and pulverized, the ground beneath them collapsing and denting deep, a huge crater opening in the earth and rapidly filling up with incandescent magma when Boadicea pointed her palm downwards. An immense column of liquid fire exploded skywards and swallowed Alexis whole, but the ligeress tore through it like it was nothing but warm water, growling as she leapt towards Boadicea and slammed her shoulder into her, wrapping her arms around her waist and dragging the shark down into the lake of magma.

Boadicea slammed her fist into Alexis's hip, and struck again when the femme fatale refused to move, but the blonde ligeress only leaned down with a snarling grin, pinning the shark against the edge of the lake, and when the queen of Amazons attempted to swing Satan's Bane, Alexis grabbed her arm and slammed it down hard into the ground, while balling the other hand in a deadly fist.

"We were both born for this. We could go on and on all day, couldn't we...?" Alexis teasingly asked, and Boadicea let out a grunt of uncooperative agreement, even as she threw her weight into a violent thrust, trying to break free, before punching hard towards Alexis's face, only to meet her own fist in the way, the impact resounding like an explosion of thunder across the whole of Wrath. Boadicea shifted her weight and arched her back for another assault, but Alexis leaned forwards instead, and seized her hand, forcing her into a direct wrestle, a comparison of brute strength... before the ligeress forced her arm out of the way, out to the side, and pushed forwards to wrap her lips of the sharkess's, hungrily kissing her.

Boadicea's cheeks burned red in a mix of surprise, confusion and shock, and the muscular female writhed and pushed hard against the larger goddess, trying to break free, but Alexis only pushed down with greater force and hunger, her demonic tongue pushing against the sealed lips of her opponent, her fangs biting playfully into her muzzle as they gazed into each other's eyes, sapphire burning into sapphire.

Boadicea slammed her knee up with savage force, but Alexis's eyes only gleamed with entertainment as she moved her own leg in the way, leaning down with a growl and pinning the limb back against the stone wall of the lake of fire. The sharkess couldn't restrain a little grunt of pain, and it was all what Alexis needed: her tongue pushed inside her mouth and immediately wrestled her tongue down, establishing dominance before pushing all the way back to her throat, invading it too. Boadicea's eyes betrayed her inexperience, showing a moment of surprise and confusion, then her body lost some of its angry tension and she could be seen guiltily savoring the moment. Alexis, with almost cruel use of her experience, chose that moment to push forward, grinding her breasts into Boadicea's prodigious chest, before arching her back to push their abs together, pushing the enormous bulge in her pants against the centre of the sharkess's body... and the femme fatale's eyes glowed with lust and amusement as she felt the intense heat coming from her groin, even with the magma sloshing around their chests.

Boadicea shivered and her eyes went wide, and Alexis was pretty sure she felt the shark moving slowly against her enormous shaft, but it was just a moment before the Amazon resumed her struggling, pushing back with her formidable strength. The kiss broke a moment later, but Alexis only smiled teasingly and slowly licked her lips, flexing her massive musculature and shoving back hard against the sharkess, driving her literally into the ground, the stone cracking and shattering as Boadicea's back tore into it. "We were born for this too, Boa... the pleasure of the flesh. We are beasts of lust, and your attempt to deny it is cute, but hopeless. You are only hurting yourself... do not deny who you are. Do not deny me and your father."

"He is not my father. Unfortunately, he is just the source of the seed." Boadicea coldly replied, before closing her eyes with a snarl, vanishing from the spot and reappearing in the air above Alexis, stabbing Satan's Bane down against her. The ligeress moved out of the way with the same impossible speed, easily jackknifing out of the crater even as the spear-mace thrust deep into the liquid inferno and caused the magma to turn around faster and faster, the lake turning into a vortex of molten, incandescent stone which rose upwards and exploded against Alexis, who turned it into a hurricane of freezing wind with a mere flick of her wrist, before again urging: "Boa, please. You are not an unreasonable person. Don't let hate speak for you: you are hurting yourself more than anyone else."

Killer emerged from the ruins of the shattered cliff, shoving enormous boulders out of the way and then staring silently, sadly at the battle between the two goddesses. He took a long look at Boadicea, who he had never met or seen before, and he couldn't help but smile a little, feeling full of pride at the sight of that young, proud, courageous warrior and leader. It did not last, however, because every other feeling was immediately swallowed away by guilt. How could I be so stupid...? I should never have allowed this to happen...

He moved a step forwards, but immediately two other amazons, a sharkess and a white tigress, both clad in armors made with bones and leather, leapt out of the devastated jungle and crossed their spears in front of him, aiming the sharp blades at his throat. "Not another step forth, monster. You don't want to interfere in a one on one." The tigress growled, and Killer recoiled at being called a monster, wishing intensely for words, for defences, for a way to counter, to say that she was wrong, that he was not evil, not cruel... but no such word came to mind. Only the awareness of his sins, as he gazed into the eyes of this other daughter of his, counting the scars on her body and wishing for all of them to somehow move away from her and onto him. "I would never interfere, don't worry..." He quietly reassured, before offering a simple, sincere: "I'm sorry. You won't believe it, but I am. I'm sorry for not having been there when you needed me."

Boadicea spotted Killer while slamming Satan's Bane against Alexis, the ligeress using her bare hands to grip the huge mace-head and stop it from striking her head, the two goddesses struggling in a clash of brute strength as Boadicea yanked the weapon back to stab it forth towards the chest, only for Alexis to shove the weapon sideways, off target, launching a tremendous punch towards the shark's exposed side. Boadicea dropped her elbow in the way and parried the worst of the blow, her eyes fixing on her father and the rage boiling in her blood, a snarl escaping her lips as she flexed and flicked her wrist to slam the pole of Satan's Bane into Alexis's back. The femme fatale let out a grunt of pain and gritted her fangs as Boadicea's strong arms walled her in from both sides as the shark yanked her spear hard towards herself, crushing Alexis in the middle, hard enough to make her spine creak audibly.

"He'll better not try to interrupt us..." Boadicea coldly hissed through gritted fangs, grinning in Alexis's face, but the ligeress's eyes burned with flames of rage at that, her hands clawing into the sharkess's hips, squeezing with devastating force, before she pulled her legs up and wrapped them around the Amazon's torso, squeezing hard and twisting to the side until they crashed into the ground. Boadicea let out a breathless cry of pain, her bones creaking loudly as Alexis's powerful thighs squeezed with merciless power, and the ligeress leaned nose-to-nose against her to firmly hammer her message home: "You have understood nothing of us if you think he'd ever step uninvited into a duel and that I would need it, or allow it." Alexis rolled over, thrusting her hands into the ground and throwing her legs up, launching Boadicea into the air, but the shark easily flipped over and dived down from the sky, stomping both feet towards her rival's head, missing by mere inches as Alexis sprung back up to her feet and then immediately back-flipped to get away from Satan's Bane as it swung down with vicious force, smashing into the ground and causing a whole forest of electrified spikes of dark metal to jut out of the cracked stone. Alexis closed her legs as she fell in the middle of that deadly forest of blades, using her agility to stomp on the side of a spike, leaping onto another and another, getting out of the trap and lashing out a flying kick that forced Boadicea to duck and move out of the way, avoiding the ligeress's sharp high heels as they stomped down with terrible force.

Boadicea landed not far away from Killer, and her eyes sought him, fixing on his face even as she kept Satan's Bane aimed against Alexis, the weapon crackling with electricity. The huge male said nothing, only gazing back at her with quiet sadness, his eyes begging her for comprehension and forgiveness. He tried to convey all of his regret with just one look, but he was painfully aware that he needed to talk, and find the right words, and offer her more than puppy eyes. He had failed her in the worst of ways, and he couldn't just hide in guilty silence. "I'm sorry, Boadicea... I never wanted this. I never intended things to go this way. I... I did not imagine this could happen."

"That's because you think with your dick, like all males do." Boadicea coldly countered, glaring sideways at Alexis, controlling whether she was moving against her... but the goddess had crossed her powerful arms instead, and leaned back against a massive boulder sticking out of a crater in the ground. Her eyes were closed, her body relaxed even though her muscles bulged and thrummed with barely restrained power. "Of course you didn't think of the consequences... where your seed goes, is not your business to follow."

"Boadicea, please..." Killer quietly intervened, bowing his head in shame. "I am not like that. I... used to be, I must admit. But not anymore. I love my daughters, I..."

"You left us to die in the deepest bowls of Hell!" Boadicea roared, her eyes burning with ferocity and rage. "But I bet it must have been good to fuck that whore of Lilith. Must have been great to mess her up. Too good to think of anything else, isn't it...? You only care about your pleasure. Nothing else matters."

"Boadicea, I..." Killer attempted to justify his actions, but the goddess walked up to face him with a snarl, piercing into his very soul with her gaze. "You what? You what, you bastard...? I know, I know. You wanted to break Lilith apart, to break her like a too small condom. What better way to show everyone how much of a macho you are than fucking the queen of hell into pieces, isn't that so...?"

"Yes..." Killer admitted, looking nervously down at the ground and feeling his cheeks burning with shame and embarrassment. "That's admittedly the thought that filled my mind. It... it is my sin. Again and again, I've fallen prey of my own urges."

"Those who can't control their urges are beasts. Not animals, but monsters. Dangerous creatures that deserve to be destroyed." Boadicea coldly hissed, her eyes narrowing as she squeezed harder into the pole of Satan's Bane, swinging the massive weapon up to grip it with both hands, clearly tempted to assault him there and then. Killer made no move, only looking into her eyes as he repressed a shiver of horror at her words, in front of the hate that consumed her daughter, his heart almost stopping when she added: "I will make sure that you can't hurt anyone else. Just wait there, if you have enough honor to do so, while your wife and I finish our business."

Alexis snorted in entertainment at that, opening her eyes and smirking as she said: "As far as I'm concerned, our squabble is already finished. I do not want to fight you, Boadicea. We are allies, and we are family. I only want you to understand that... and it is with your father that you need to talk." She paused, then flexed her massive muscles and leisurely stretched, grinning as she added: "And besides, really... if this fight goes on, I'll have to get serious, and you'll end up regretting that."

Boadicea snorted contemptuously at that, turning to glare at Alexis, but her expression turned into a little smile as she bowed slightly, announcing: "So be it. I don't have any reason to hate you... you are just another victim. Once he is gone, you'll be one of us, and you'll rediscover the beauty of freedom."

"Boa, the freedom I taste every day thanks to having my lover at my side is sweeter than anything else I've ever experienced." Alexis patiently countered, smiling softly up at Killer. "Eventually, you too will find it out."

The sharkess ignored her words, instead impatiently gesturing to the two amazons to step back, and the two females reluctantly obeyed, still keeping their spears aimed at Killer's throat even as they retreated, allowing him to step forwards... before everything seemed to go to hell at the same time. Killer saw Alexis tensing and going into a ready position, shouting a warning as the ghost images of energy in her mind allowed her to see what was about to happen, but it was so rapid and sudden that her words were drowned out by an ungodly, terrifying roar followed by monstrous explosions of raw force that slammed him backwards like he was nothing but a ragdoll, throwing the amazons up into the air as splatters of blood filled his vision. A shadow shot towards them, moving at such terrible speed that the ground cracked and broke into a small canyon beneath it, and Killer felt a shiver running down his spine as he recognized the immense energy signature burning in the air. He had no time to think, he just instinctively spread his massive wings, using them to brake his fall and then spinning around, wrapping one arm around Boadicea and catching the other two amazons inside one wing, wincing in pain as they stabbed their spears through it while he pinned all three to the ground, covering them with his vast form.

A cruel whip made of heavy pyramidal blade-links hit across his wings with savage force, ripping and tearing apart muscle and flesh and sending feathers of flame and of dark metal flying in every direction like shrapnel, before the huge weapon was yanked back, dragging out pieces of his flesh and making him howl in agony before it struck again, right down his back, the cruel corners digging through his armor deep enough to almost tear into his vertebrae. When the whip snapped backwards again, ripping off large chunks of black metal, Killer rolled over on his side and grabbed the end of the whip, snarling furiously as he wrestled its owner.

And there, looming over him, grinning in savage satisfaction, was Sikanjal, but much taller and much bulkier with muscle that he remembered. She was also partially encased in pulsing corruption, which apparently had been used to help her not just regenerate damaged parts of her body, but to help her grow even more resistant and dangerous. She had subjected herself to further experimentations, and her mighty body was covered in new scars as well as in new Soulstones, and even messy growths of energy-charged crystal which jutted out of her joints much like Killer's bone spikes. Her horn and shark fins had also been crudely torn off her skull to be replaced by a crown of massive horns and spikes of crystal. Her eyes burned crimson with a ferocity that nearly stopped his heart at first glance, and the corrupted goddess grinned maniacally as she held on to the whip and walked rapidly towards him, reality trembling violently around her form, as if afraid of her terrible power. "Long time no see, Amon-Ra..." Sikanjal purred, and her tongue slithered out, thick and as sharply pointed as a spear, leaking with acid drool that melted the stone away with a loud sizzle whenever it dripped onto the ground. She yanked the whip back, but Killer stomped one foot into the ground with a growl and resisted, his foot digging a deep burrow and his back arching as he dragged her forwards even through the metal segments tore through his gauntlets and maimed the palms of his hands. "It is such a pleasure to be here... to your funeral." The goddess cackled, her arm flexing and bulging with power as she snapped her wrist back, her strength so great that Killer was dragged up to his feet with a grunt of surprise and agony as the whip-blade tore through his hands. Immediately, Sikanjal snapped the heavy whip and sent it shooting against one of his huge wings, that he still kept spread wide to cover Boadicea and the other two amazons. He reached up for Wyvern's handle and swung the enormous blade out, wincing at the violence of the impact as lightning bolts crackled loudly from both weapons.

"Get off me!" Boadicea snarled from behind him, bad-temperedly shoving his protective wing away, and he gazed sideways at her even as he leaned forwards to parry another whip-lash with the flat of Wyvern, angling the sword so that it acted like a shield in front of the sharkess. Their eyes met for a brief instant, and although her fangs were gritted, her eyes betrayed surprise for a moment, and... could it be gratitude, as well as confusion? Perhaps a little bit of it, even though she still glared and distanced herself from him.

Sikanjal immediately floated backwards and made a shoving gesture, sending a massive blast of force smashing into Killer and Boadicea, slamming both backwards even as their feet dug deep trenches in the ground, and when the mutant reptile flicked her fingers skywards, the earth beneath them simply exploded, throwing them up into the sky and pelting them with a multitude of daggers of dark energy as well as sharp pieces of stone. Killer flipped in midair and landed a safe distance away, eyes glowing sapphire as his energies solidified into a shield in front of him, just in time for the dark daggers to crash into it and explode with tremendous force. His gaze sought Boadicea and found her a short distance to the left, fangs gritted and muscles bulging as she swung Satan's Bane rapidly into the way of the incoming projectiles, smashing them wide off target. The other two amazons crashed hard into the ground, but immediately caught themselves and rolled over to land in matching crouches, growling as they thrust their spears forwards against new, massive shadows rushing against them, and Killer recognized Astaroth, Prince of Hell and manifestation of Hate, charging forwards with his hooves rattling the earth and the spike-like bone arms stabbing into the ground as savagely as they would into the flesh of an enemy, projecting the ugly, colossal beast up in a leap while his enormous, muscular arms pulled the terrible crescent-shaped blades skywards. The two Amazons saw the immense blades rushing down against them and quickly moved forwards, driving their spears into the Prince's chest with all of their force, but the incandescent chains and ugly growths of stone and metal covering the Fallen Angel's body were barely scratched by the blades. The tigress and the sharkess threw themselves off to the sides just in time to avoid the gigantic mincing knives, which tore deep into the ground, turning solid stone into magma, before the demon roared and reared up, swinging his horns across the air and missing the tigress by mere inches, while its bony spike-arms stabbed viciously against the shark, forcing her to leap from broken tree to broken tree, seeking cover that was immediately disintegrated as the deadly spikes rushed down like meteors.

Boadicea sprinted immediately in that direction, but Sikanjal snapped her deadly whip against her, and she was forced to spin around and defend herself with Satan's Bane. Before she could move onwards, Killer had already charged into Astaroth, ramming his shoulder into his side hard enough to heft him clear off the ground, where he caught him with a vicious slash of Wyvern, tearing deep into his chest even as sparks flew from the impact into the metal and stone. The Fallen Angel crashed heavily into one of the large boulders, tearing through it and shattering it into gravel, and Killer grabbed onto its long, terrible spike-arms of bone, wrestling it away from the amazons and dragging it towards a massive mutant tree, roaring as he stabbed the spike right through the metal-and-flesh plant. The limb became stuck and Astaroth turned around to glare furiously at Killer, swinging one of his crescent blades against him but missing as Killer seized into the bone limb and yanked it hard backwards... until it broke apart like a loud crack.

"I'll rip you apart! I'll tear your body apart, piece by piece!" Astaroth furiously howled, rolling over and pushing up to his hooves, vomiting a cloud of poisonous darkness that clung to Killer like something alive and sentient, biting deep into his armour and burning into his flesh, making him grunt in pain as he tried to move away from the cloud, only to discover with horror that the fog was turning into dense, sticky goo of Corruption.

The two amazons on the ground traded a gaze full of uncertain, but then leapt back to their feet and charged forwards, swinging their blades into the thick corruption, cutting it apart and helping Killer to break free. "Don't daydream." The tigress warned, giving him a glare as he broke free and pulled up Wyvern to batter back an assault from Astaroth, and the sharkess grumbled: "Debt paid, that's all."

"Of course." Killer awkwardly replied, before grunting as Astaroth let out a howl of fury and began to slam his blades against him with savage, lightning fast swings, forcing him to move Wyvern from side to the side... before the liger gritted his fangs as a group of Vanguards and other demons and clones charged forwards, several blades cutting into his sides as they rushed past, before the amazons stepped into their path. In mere moments, the tigress ducked under a spear stab and swiftly chopped the legs out from under a Gigataur, sending it crashing on his face, where he was ended by the sharkess as she pierced her spear down into him and swung up using the pole as axis, swinging her feet into the face of a charging Rhinotaur, crumbling its helmet inwards and turning its head into a splatter of gore. The two warrior females quickly moved over to the next enemies, and the tigress caught the neck of another spear, yanking it hard forwards and kicking her way up the torso of the Nightmare handling it, her legs slipping around his neck and squeezing as she dragged him down sideways, breaking his neck with a loud crack and swiftly rolling away in the same smooth movement. More and more demons poured in from portals opening in midair, but Killer saw several other amazons rushing out of the jungle to face them, and they were deadly, swift, elegant, taking down beast after beast.

"You are not getting away this time!" Astaroth cackled, slamming his massive fists into the ground and causing the rise of dozens of skeletons and undead monstrosities that tore out of the dirt, crawling rapidly towards Killer and leaping onto his legs, clawing and biting as viciously as they could before Killer slapped them off his thighs, his fist tearing through the bones and turning them into nothing but clouds of dust, skulls flying in every direction, before he grabbed the handle of Wyvern with both hands and slammed it hard into the mincing blades, with such strength that the demon crashed backwards through his minions.

Before Killer could pursue the Fallen Angel, he caught sight of Alexis viciously dueling against Sikanjal, Blue Vixen slamming into the whip of the cobra and sending lightning bolts exploding in every direction... and next he saw Asmodeus towering over the battle, his tree-like body overgrown with tendrils and tentacles of Corruption, the black goo draped in thick strings between the branches, while his flocks of mutant raptors and eagles and hawks stormed over the suddenly crowded battleground, diving against the amazons that fought back Horrors and Gigataurs and clones of all kinds. The beast slammed its tangles of roots into the floor and sent tentacles dripping with Corruption swarming deep underground, before they all exploded skywards, tearing through limbs and wrapping around bodies, dragging Amazons to the ground, impaling others, and screams rose from all over the battlefield, even as the warrior females quickly reacted, chopping the tendrils with hard axe swings. A cage of the same tentacles tore upwards around Killer and closed down on him, clamping with savage force into his body, huge thorns piercing into his form and pumping Corruption and poison in terrible amounts. The cruel tangle of tentacles hefted him high off the ground and, like a hand, pushed him right towards the mutated, horrible mouth in the trunk of Asmodeus, who snapped his jaws with hungry delight, the hooked tentacles all around the mouth flailing and whip-lashing happily towards the liger. Killer grunted and grimaced in horror, immediately flexing against the terrible tentacles, dragging Wyvern up through them, severing the black tendrils, but the Corruption shifted and rippled and formed new ropes and bounds faster than he could snap them... until he roared and golden flames exploded out of him, reducing the cage to a cloud of smelly smoke and falling back down to the ground with a grunt. Immediately, another tangle of mutated roots whip-lashed against him, each tendril ending in a series of blades of black metal, crackling with malignant energies, and the liger sprung up to his feet and leaned forwards to chop a first tentacle with a swing of Wyvern, before deflecting another two with the flat of the sword, gaining some space to back-step and toss a sphere of focused energy into the tangle, shattering it in the resulting explosion, projecting splatters of Corruption all around. One of them landed near Killer and crawled forwards, guided by its own malignant intent, morphing into almost a skeletal hand, with terrible talons instead of fingers, but when it leapt up against him, the liger swiftly stomped it into the ground and ground his foot in place.

A flock of massive, corrupted birds of prey made of dark metal kept together by rippling, morphing corruption dived onto him before he could even look up, and he hissed in pain as terrible talons and beaks tore into his arms and legs even as he threw his hand up and caught another before it could claw into his head. He crushed the head of the beast in his grip, metal groaning and energy exploding out of the creature in violent discharges, but the Corruption inside it poured out and slithered around his arm, over his shoulder and around his neck, trying to choke him while he battered another two out of the sky with a swing of Wyvern and stabbed the huge blade through another. Ropes of corruption snapped onto him from all sides as he destroyed the beasts, and they wrapped around him with savage force, while lengths of them shot into the ground, turning into chains that blocked him in place... before he threw himself forwards and closed his eyes, an explosion of freezing wind turning all of the bounds into brittle sculptures of ice that he shattered, breaking free. Astaroth leapt against him in the same instant, and Killer had barely enough time to brace and bend backwards to avoid the crescent blades before springing up to pierce Wyvern through the demon's chest, at the same time ramming his fist into the lower belly of the Fallen Angel to send him crashing away like a meteor, followed by a trail of dark blood as its body tore off Wyvern's blade.

But again, another assault caught him immediately and a solid wall of howling, shapeless souls smashed into him like a train, knocking him backwards through the air until he crashed back first into a tree, tearing through it and several others before finally managing to slam Wyvern tip-down into the ground, using it to stop his ruinous flight, finally landing in a crouch, spitting out a gout of blood.

"My worst enemies, all in one place. What a wonderful gift you offer me!" A new voice, a terrible growling combination of thousands of other, weaker voices, teased. Killer had never heard it before, yet he was immediately aware that only one creature could possibly have such an otherworldly, blood-chilling tone, and he tilted his head up to glare at Satan as he stepped into the clearing in the jungle, titanic and terrible in his dark glory. Killer had not met him before, but had seen paintings and even a statue, the only one that Heaven hadn't destroyed after the Great Rebellion, depicting the Arkangel that he used to be. He had even seen some drawings of Satan as High King of Hell in earlier and simpler times, and none of them resembled the monstrosity that now loomed over them all. Whatever ungodly, sinister magical and technological experiments and surgeries Satan had undergone had completely destroyed his past image. Nothing remained of the Arkangel, and little of the demon.

Satan was a naga, a gigantic creature with a snake body that stretched far behind him, armoured with enormous scales of dark metal and crystal and by a forest of deadly spikes and blades jutting out from the sides and top of the muscular tail. From the waist upwards, Satan was disproportionately large, his body expanding in width like an amphora, supporting an impossibly broad chest, thick with chorded muscle. The shoulders were grotesquely muscular and oversized, looking almost like two giant spheres that someone had connected to his torso, but they continued into powerful, enormous arms with biceps so enormous that they looked like hills. Corruption was wrapped all over the massive forearms and rippled constantly, morphing into new forms, sprouting forwards in the shape of blades and spikes whenever the king of demons moved. His hands ended in long, segmented and flexible talons that tore deep canyons in the ground as he dragged himself forwards, crushing clones and amazons under his immense form without even blessing them with a gaze, only grinning in savage delight when he felt them bursting apart into splatters of gore that his scales greedily absorbed, pulsing with terrible power. His face was gone, his head elongated and built on top of gigantic, fearsome jaws that constantly leaked an incandescent, acid green drool. He had no recognizable features because his head was made up by a messy pile of skulls kept together by thick corruption. Hundreds of dead faces glared down at Killer, every single empty eye socket glowing crimson as a supernatural pupil burned in it. The beast licked his lips with greedy hunger, revealing an enormous, endless tongue that lolled down almost all the way to the ground before arching with surprising power: it was made up of crimson chords of pure muscle, giving it a deadly, monstrous strength, and it ended in a sharp spike, while down its length it bulged out at regular intervals with wrecking balls made of bones and skulls sealed together by pure corruption. A multitude of jagged horns stood up on the back of his head and down the elongated, muscular neck, while a sort of rocky volcano peak grew up the center of his neck, with greenish flames burning and rippling for eternity in the crater. Killer had seen that same ethereal, screaming substance in the Styx, and he immediately realized that, somehow, Satan had devoured a whole armada of souls and now used them as a power core, to add to his immense force. Further down his form were multiple enormous segmented bone-spikes that doubled up as wings, with a webbing of thick black corruption spreading between the sharp talon and the powerful roots. Can this fat monstrosity fly...? Killer made a grimace, instinctively struggling to imagine the titanic demon floating in midair yet wise enough not to rule it out.

Worse still, Satan's body seemed to be a prison for a number of other powerful beings... gods, in fact, that Satan had bested and captured. Two could be seen writhing in agony inside what looked like pulsing, corrupted yellow crystal growths in Satan's chest: transparent almost like glass cages, the two blocks of crystal allowed Killer to see the two shapeless, horrendously scarred prisoners as they let out soundless howls of agony, uselessly hugging themselves while the crystal sucked away their forces, aided by huge metallic tubes pierced directly into their bodies. Killer made a grimace of horror at the sight, and his eyes immediately sought out more of those "cages", spotting one in each bicep of the giant, several in the shoulders, and many more down the sides of the endless serpent body of the High King of Hell.

"Oh, you noticed!" Satan commented in what was clearly supposed to be a cheerful, patronizing tone, although his voice continued to sound just like a mix of angry thunder and countless shrieks of anguish mixed together. The gigantic demon tapped one of the crystals in his chest with one huge claw, and grinned toothily before explaining: "We are running out of ancient Soulstones. Sikanjal here has been powered up with all the stones we could find, but... I wanted something for me, too. Something more, in fact... But it takes a lot of time to turn demons into Soulstones, and even longer to turn a god into nothing but energy-charged rock. And we were short of raw material in the first place." He paused, licking his lips with his hideous tongue before clicking it against his palate, growling: "But you... you are always both trouble and solution. Plenty of gods are seeking you out, from all universes. I had trouble with many of those... but you took care of Virgil for me. Others, I managed to break down and capture. And after capturing the first couple, getting the others became... a lot easier." He pulled up his gigantic arms, flexing his immense biceps and laughing as reality trembled violently around him, ripping apart like a thin veil of cloth as energy crackled around him with brutal force. Satan cackled at that, raising one arm and flexing the enormous bicep, kissing it as his hide of impenetrable scales creaked and almost ripped because of the thick chords of power bulging outwards, and the air itself shuddered at his might, as distant worlds became visible through the cracks in reality, as alien civilizations whimpered, moaned, whispered in fear of his unfathomable power, praying him, begging for mercy. "I originally wanted to conquer this world, but now... now I know how much more is really at stake here. I completely dominate the worlds of these foolish gods who thought they could usurp my throne, but it is just the beginning... I want more. I want all of it!"

Killer could sense the huge flow of energy within Satan's body as the captive divinities were drained to feed the High King of Hell, and he could feel yet more energy flowing into the giant across the breaches in reality as billions of prayers fortified him, and before he could even think about how to face that monstrous tide of strength, Satan absently flicked his wrist and sent out an explosion of raw power that razed the whole of Wrath to the ground, crushing the mutated jungle out of existence and dissolving the entire region, the ground disintegrating and turning into nothing but cold, unforgiving emptiness.

Killer, Alexis and Boadicea were slammed back into the dark cliffs surrounding what was now a black hole, a bottomless abyss of darkness and corruption that spiraled around the base of the Spire. The liger let out a cry of pain as his back sunk deep into the hard stone, blood exploding out of his mouth and nostrils and agony burning into every inch of his body, before the cliff rippled as Satan's power went through it, and cruel spikes of darkness shot through his flesh, piercing him from back to front. He let out a breathless howl of pain and shock, and immediately thick, gooey tentacles of Corruption whip-lashed into him and viciously coiled all over his form. The amazons and the clones were sent crashing like meteors into the cliff and into the Hell of lust, which extended on top of it, yet the battle immediately resumed as the warrior goddesses refused to surrender, pushing back up to their feet and tearing through the ranks of demons, trying to get to their queen, their mother, their guide.

Sikanjal floated up in front of Alexis, grinning maniacally and tensing her cruel blade-whip in her hands, greedily drinking of the suffering of the ligeress, who was struggling against a huge tangle of Corruption tentacles, bleeding for a thousand terrible wounds where the spikes of darkness had torn their way through her. Astaroth and Asmodeus stood before Boadicea, hitting her with savage, cruel pleasure while she uselessly struggled against Satan's corrupt essence: she had destroyed their armies, raided their kingdoms, hindered their plans and forced them to hide in fear for so long, and now she was finally powerless before them.

Satan faced Killer, grinning toothily down at him as he growled: "Now I know everything, Amon-Ra... I know what truly makes you special. I know about the Anchors. And I can assure you: I will tear your secret out of you, in one way or another."

Killer pushed hard against the tentacles of Corruption, spitting a thick mouthful of the disgusting goo out of his mouth as he jerked his powerful arms forwards, trying to ignore the pain as the cruel spikes pierced through his biceps ground into the wounds with every inch he gained, and he gritted his fangs before hissing: "Why would you want me...? Weren't you just gushing about being all mighty and invincible already?"

Satan smirked at that, letting out a snort of derision before thrusting one hand idly forwards, and Killer winced in agony as he was brutally shoved back down along the spikes impaling him, his back arching as he was crushed miles deep into solid stone, the rock cracking and crumbling as the cliff all but split in half, rattling the Hell of Lust high above his head. "Arrogant to the last breath... but I will correct that defect too. You'll be an obedient little toy by the time I'm done with you." Satan leisurely said, before his huge hands gripped into the edge of the cliff, erasing entire towns in the Hell of Lust without him even noticing, the buildings crumbling under the tips of his cruel talons as he leaned forwards almost confidentially. "I love my new strength... it is inebriating. I have the power of one hundred gods in my little pinky. My thumb... well, you couldn't imagine it, even if you tried." Satan paused, and Killer howled in agony as the High King of Hell flicked his thumb, sending a terrible bold of dark energy crashing down into the liger, burning his flesh and almost disintegrating his nervous system as every other sensation was replaced by torturous pain. "This partial absorption of gods is the pinnacle of magic and technology. The most amazing undertaking ever... but it is still full of flaws." Satan bitterly admitted, glaring down at Killer as the liger struggled to stay conscious while all his muscles spasmed with terrible violence, wrecked by the flow of malignant, terrible energy. "I do not like my new body. I like its power, but not the looks. Using Corruption to glue all the captured gods together has major contraindications... it destroyed the old me and turned me into this hideous horror. And I cannot fully absorb these vermin, and even less dream of drinking power from the Anchors. No, this is just a step. I want far more than this..." Satan leaned forwards, his countless eyes glowing in the darkness that surrounded Killer on all sides, and the gigantic demonic-god added: "And you will give me what I need."

Killer swallowed a thick mouthful of blood and vomit, grimacing in distaste and furious hate as he glared up into those eyes, yanking his arms hard forwards again, and a massive tangle of his own tentacles pushed out of his powerful back and wrapped around the dark spikes, crushing them and snapping them like toothpicks, while other tentacles slammed into the cliff and propelled the liger forwards. Satan snarled in surprise and opened his enormous jaws, his deadly tongue shooting forwards, but the liger's wings exploded into being in a flash of dark fire and he dived under the immense spike, before he spun to the side to avoid the massive "wrecking ball" made of skulls.

Killer gritted his fangs and flew forwards as quickly as he could, trying to ignore the huge drops of acid drool that fell down from above like meteors, forcing him to take evasive action while the monstrous tongue effortlessly tore through the walls of stone on either side, sending huge clouds of dust and debris filling the canyon. The wrecking ball of skulls slammed mercilessly into the Hell of Lust, crushing a large portion of it into nothing but ruins and dust, smearing countless demons into nothing but tiny, ugly crimson stains that Satan all but loudly savored, twisting his tongue from side to side, spreading destruction as he licked up a large town and greedily swallowed it whole, while demons and ruins rapidly dissolved in his thick drool.

Killer shot out of the canyon and avoided another of the wrecking-balls bulging along the immense tongue, flying past it, but Satan easily moved backwards and flicked an immense, armoured talon-finger against him, snickering as Killer slammed Wyvern up into the godly digit. Lightning bolts flew from the impact point, and Killer grunted and pushed back against the titanic digit with all his strength, deflecting its deadly tip away, only for it to hook down with a vicious vengeance, forcing him to spin out of the way, Wyvern glowing with his energies as he slashed it up into the great claw.

"How far has the mighty fallen!" Satan teased, gloating as he lazily thrust his finger against the far smaller god, barely tickled by the impacts of Wyvern, before he rapidly pushed his hand forwards to catch Killer like he would catch a fly, crushing him in the middle of a fist. "Not long ago, you had me on the run. But now, you are nothing more than a gnat fleeing from my finger."

Killer snarled in rage and frustration as the immense, metallic talons rose up on all sides, trapping him in the middle and clamping on him with playful, yet fearsome force. His bones creaked audibly, painfully compressed as Satan gave him an idle squeeze, and the liger had to push back with a desperate effort not to be squished. Killer slammed his hand into a finger and pushed hard into another while holding on to Wyvern's handle, and when the pressure increased he snarled and forced his feet up against that dark wall of living metal, arching his back with a roar and forcing the fist to open up.

"Ohhh, that's impressive..." Satan mocked, before flexing his immense arm, bicep bulging explosively as he crushed down harder... but he let out a roar of pair and outrage and surprise as the liger exploited the space gained to spin Wyvern, stabbing it into the index finger, shoving hard forwards and exploiting Satan's own strength too, driving the huge blade in to the hilt. "You insolent bug!" Satan howled, opening his fist to glare at the liger, taking aim to squish him with a slap, but Killer only grinned and threw himself down along the immense index, dragging Wyvern downwards until it tore free out of the tip of the giant digit, slicing it almost in two from knuckle to nail.

Dark blood mixed with thick, black corruption spilled out of the damaged finger as Satan hissed in fury, but already the black goo was working to merge the two halves back together, and Killer quickly closed his wings to dive like a meteor, using speed to move out of the way of an angry swing, before he shot back up, sailing skywards and rapidly looking for weak spots, while also gazing first to one side, then to the other, to see if and how he could help Boadicea and Alexis.

Satan was in the way, and he needed to land a solid hit to get to Boadicea, who looked in serious trouble, but Alexis had somehow managed to break free, and Killer saw her diving on top of Satan's hand, aiming Blue Vixen down and blasting out a long burst of massive armor-piercing rounds imbued with her mighty energies. They struck the back of Satan's hand, and the High King of Hell snarled in pain, pulling his hand back and swatting angrily against the goddess, forcing her to dive sideways... and that movement allowed Killer to spot a large block of yellow crystal containing another captive alien divinity. Alexis's bullets had smashed precisely into it, cracking its surface before drawing a bloody line of large holes along one side of the stone-prison. Sikanjal charged against Alexis before she could land another hit, and the two goddesses clashed in midair, but Killer grinned slightly, thanking Alexis in his mind for showing the way and immediately flying towards the two deadly females.

Sikanjal's whip slammed into Blue Vixen with savage force, driving Alexis backwards across the sky, but the goddess leaned forwards into the strike and allowed the whip to wrap around the blade of her sword, smirking as she yanked hard backwards with all of her strength, bicep bulging explosively as Sikanjal stumbled forwards with a grunt of shock. Alexis leapt up and spun in midair, slamming her foot into the cobra's face, and then hitting again with the other foot as well, sending blood spraying thickly out of her muzzle. Sikanjal furiously lashed out a punch in reply, two curved blades springing out of her wrist, but Alexis ducked under it and tackled her rival, slamming her knee savagely into her abs.

Killer felt the power of the strike hitting him with a shockwave, even through Sikanjal's body and the still considerable distance between them, and he smirked, flying forwards even faster and cocking Wyvern back... When he finally was in range, Alexis threw Sikanjal hard towards him and he slashed Wyvern out, but the cobra gritted her fangs in a snarling grin and swung her own blades into the huge sword, barking: "Don't you two get cocky just yet!" Killer, however, rushed past her and she pointed a hand at him, growling and using psychic force to crush him... only to recoil with a snarl as Alexis stepped in and wrestled her back, their mental forces clashing with a massive, terrifying roar of thunder. Killer aimed for Satan's hand, diving onto it with all the speed he could muster, spinning Wyvern tip-down at the last second and stabbing it hard down into the bleeding wound along the side of the massive, damaged block of crystal. Immediately, he dragged the sword through the metal and corrupted flesh, enlarging the cut and using the massive blade as a lever to push the large stone up, even as lightning bolts of corrupted, evil energy exploded upwards, firing into his chest and almost smashing him off his feet.

"No, you don't...!" Satan viciously snarled, flexing his hand and deploying a multitude of dark tentacles off its back, sending the appendages stabbing towards Killer, who surrounded himself with a wall of eternal flames, just in time to burn the first few tentacles into ashes. The high king of Hell was not impressed, however, and with just an annoyed click of his tongue caused the shield to explode, the fire turning against Killer and washing over his form with a vengeance, burning his flesh and muscle even as he attempted to resist, working even harder and faster with Wyvern, gritting his fangs and trying to turn the fire into water... but Satan's force was overwhelming, and the flames continued to consume him, pushing him back with terrible force. "Your stubborn resistance is entertaining, but there is nothing you can do against me. The gods who came here looking for you now get the chance to beat you down to a pulp... by being part of my strength!" Killer hated every word, every sound coming from Satan's mouth, but there was nothing he could do about it as his feet slipped along the metallic hand, his armor by now glowing white with the heat of the fire that was burning his arms down to the bone, and Wyvern itself was incandescent, the handle tearing deep through his fingers and sending smoke billowing upwards... until another vicious explosion of demonic flames slammed him off the hand and sent him spinning wildly into the air. Before he could react in any way, the gigantic tongue of the high king snapped above him, filling his entire vision and rushing down with tremendous speed. The impact nearly broke him in half, and Killer vomited blood while he plummeted towards the edge of the cliff, while Satan laughed and made a gentle shoving gesture with his hands, sending boulders and debris and floating "islands", the remainders of the Hell of Wrath, lining up in front of the liger, who crashed through one after another.

Killer did his best to shield himself with his arms and with the flat of Wyvern, but after smashing through several hard layers of stone he couldn't breathe and his heart missed several beats, but when his eyes fixed on the cliff, which was coming nearer and nearer with every passing second, he found the strength to teleport out of the way. He reappeared a couple hundred feet away from Boadicea, landing on his feet with a breathless groan of pain, and immediately Astaroth spotted him and charged forwards, using its skeletal-spikes to move up the side of the vertical cliff while grinding his crescent blades together, grinning in savage anticipation. The Prince of Hell lunged forwards with a snarling laughter, raising his blades and using his magic to disintegrate the narrow protuberance of stone under Killer's feet. The liger grunted, but immediately flapped his huge wings and steadied himself, spinning to avoid the first crescent, which slammed into the cliff behind him and became stuck, while the demon savagely lashed out with the other, forcing Killer to duck as he pumped energy in the palm of his hand and slammed it hard into the prince's gut. Astaroth's eyes bulged in shock that rapidly turned into agony as the immense force burned right through him, exploding and slamming him backwards through the air. He slashed forth with all the bone-spikes that still jutted out of his back, but Killer swung Wyvern up in a violent cut that chopped through one and battered the others backwards, sending the beast spinning towards the emptiness below.

Asmodeus looked up with a snarl and swung out an arm that was a messy tangle of tentacles held together by Corruption, the appendages stretching rapidly towards Killer, but his moment of distraction allowed Boadicea to yank an arm free, a roar of pain and rage and sheer determination coming out of her jaws as she used her raw strength to break the spikes nailing her limb to the cliff. She slammed her fist into the face-trunk of the prince of hell, slamming him backwards as fragments of metallic bark burst in every direction, and she clawed into one of the spiked tentacles pushing out all around his enormous mouth, using it to drag more of her body forwards, off the spikes that cruelly held her captive.

The tree-like monstrosity turned his attention back to her and his metallic birds of prey dived on her with a vengeance, but the goddess swung Satan's Bane into the flock and slammed three of the beasts off to the side, glaring at them and crushing them in a vicious psychic grip while lunging forwards, thrusting her massive spear-mace through another large mutated eagle as it tried to claw her eyes out. The massive multi-blade head of Satan's Bane tore through the chest of the monster and nearly broke it into pieces, the wings flopping uselessly down, but the corruption immediately began to slither down the pole of the mace... at least until Satan's Bane didn't slam right into Asmodeus's ugly face, tearing through the thick metallic bark and sending out thick sprays of blood and black goo. The demon howled in a mix of agony and fury, the tentacles around his mouth snapping viciously against the sharkess, but Boadicea only grinned and used the pole of her weapon as an axis, swinging both feet forwards and kicking into the monster's abdomen, smashing him flying backwards, tearing off Satan's Bane.

The Prince of Hell let out a roar and corruption leaking out of the wound rapidly snaked its way up into his vast "head" of thorny branches, causing them all to grow uncontrollably, swelling massive and powerful as they whip-lashed into the sharkess, clutching her in another deadly embrace even as she battered several of the tentacles back. She hissed in pain as her arms were brutally forced into her sides, the tentacles squeezing hard enough to make her spine creak, and black flames burst into being, all over the mass of shifting, gooey darkness around her. She pushed back hard, trying to gain some space of maneuver and attempting to teleport outside, but the pain continued to shatter her focus... before she suddenly breathed again as the tentacles let out a whine of agony and suddenly fell loose. Her eyes opened as she angrily shoved away the remaining dark ropes, and the first thing she saw was Killer slashing Wyvern through the massive tangle of tentacles, chopping it into bits even as they stubbornly attempted to rebuild themselves, before the liger hurled a sphere of energy into Asmodeus, shattering the front of its body with the huge explosion that followed.

"How nice of you, Amon-Ra, to care for your daughter." Satan boomed from above, ramming forth a gigantic fist that made both the liger and the shark feel like flies about to be squished. Killer met Boadicea's eyes for a brief instant, and she blinked in surprise at the intensity of his gaze, shocked by how reassuring it somehow proved to be, and confused by the kindness and affection he spotted deep into those glowing sapphire stars. It was not at all what she had expected to see in her father, and it left her staring in frustrated confusion for a brief moment, while the liger spun around and slammed Wyvern into the colossal knuckles of the High King of Hell, pushing back against that fist that was a hundred times bigger than him.

"What are you doing, you idiot..." She mumbled under her breath, with a softness in her tone that she hadn't intended to use and that made her grunt in annoyance at herself, even as she prepared to get out of the way... before realizing that Satan's fist would annihilate a large part of the Hell of Lust behind her, killing more of her sisters. Killer was pushing back with formidable strength, but the titanic fist was slowed down, not stopped, its dark mass continuing to rush towards her as the High King snarled: "She is a troublemaker; an arrogant bitch, truly her father's daughter... she has been a pain in the ass almost as bad as you have been. It is fitting that I end the both of you today, here. Am I not generous? I will allow you to die together!"

Boadicea watched in awe as Killer wrestled against the gigantic demonic god. He was covered in blood, his armor cracked and broken, his body wounded all over, his flesh burned and blackened, yet his eyes burned with a determination that she could only admire, and his tremendous strength still managed to slow down the giant fist until it was almost motionless, even as Satan leaned forwards with a roar that rattled the whole of Hell, pushing forth with all his might.

Killer slammed his feet back into the cliff and gritted his fangs, letting out a roar that was of pain and of challenge all at once, his body spasming violently and his bones creaking audibly as he was forced to crouch but still resisted, stopping the giant fist before it could strike the Hell of Lust. Boadicea rushed forwards to help, slamming Satan's bane into the knuckles of the demon and grabbing the pole with both hands as she shoved back with her own roar... and Killer gazed sideways at her, somehow finding the strength to offer a trembling smile as he asked: "Temporary alliance...?"

"Deal." Boadicea grunted, before her eyes flashed with raw energy as she flexed and then shoved forwards as hard as she could, Killer immediately intensifying his own effort and their muscles bulging so much that their hides threatened to rip. Satan growled in shock as he was pushed back, the red flames inside his many dead eyes flashing with a mix of rage and disbelief as the two far smaller warriors sent his arm rocking backwards out of control, and he immediately raised his other hand, his limb morphing into a massive, deadly blade that he swung down against them. "No one defies me!"

Killer and Boadicea traded a quick look as the immense weapon approached, and the huge male gave a little nod before shooting skywards with a mighty flap of his wings, energy crackling around his body as he began to grow, his height rapidly increasing, his musculature growing even more powerfully defined and full of vigor as he cocked Wyvern back and charged the sword with as much of his force as he could muster, before slamming it up into the far larger enemy blade.

The impact was tremendous and reverberated through his entire body as he recoiled violently backwards, but his energies exploded right into Satan's blade and tore down its length like lightning bolts, overheating the metal and burning into the demonic god's nerves, before the huge sword almost shivered, and finally cracked like glass.

Satan glared at the blade in furious disbelief, grabbing his wrist with a hiss of pain as the sword disintegrated into fragments of melting metal, before he trailed his eyes over to the liger and blasted him back with a shockwave of pure, overwhelming force. "Enough, you fool!"

Killer felt like his body was breaking in half at the waist, his spine bending horribly as he spun wildly through the air to crash into the street of a village in the hell of Lust, tearing deep into the pavement before bouncing back up to crash right through a house, the roof collapsing upon him as he smashed through walls and beams, tearing out of the opposite side to slam violently into another street, howling in pain as he heavily crashed onto one wing, before finally managing to stop his ruinous fall.

He looked up to see a smoldering furrow stretching for miles across the land and right through the small village, and he let out a groan of pain, as if the sight of the scar his body had torn into the ground had literally increased the misery pulsing through his entire form. Satan's terrible grin filled the sky as demons all around him panicked and ran out of their homes, mindlessly trying to get away from the immense titan, their minds unable to accept the bitter truth that there was nowhere they could go.

Killer pushed up to his feet with a grunt, grabbing his chest as his flesh and muscle painfully regenerated, closing the horrible wounds in his form, and he sprinted immediately forwards, leaping past a row of small, humble houses and moving away from the village as quickly as he could, gritting his fangs as Satan leaned forwards with a cruel grin and just stretched one talon-finger and stabbed it forwards. Killer easily threw himself to the side, but Satan clicked his tongue and a ripple of sheer power went through the world around the liger, warping reality for a moment before time froze still, the fleeting Succubus and the other demons suddenly motionless, blocked in the most diverse and absurd poses... while Killer was forcefully dragged back through the flow of time, much as he pushed and struggled against that indescribable, terrible force. His feet tore deep trenches into the ground, his muscles bulged as he threw himself against the invisible hands holding him, but he was still yanked straight in front of the cruel, immense talon. Time resumed its normal flow in the same instant, and Killer had barely enough time to grip the sides of the sharp talon, growling as he struggled to held it away from his chest even as he was crushed down into the ground and shoved right through the village again, his back ripping a deep trench into the dirt and smashing through wall after wall. "I must thank you, Amon-Ra... my prodigious power would have never become reality without all the gods that are hunting you down. I bet you all thought I was completely insane, inviting them into my kingdom... But I always was smarter and stronger than all of you! They were my prey, my food!"

Satan's finger slammed him hard into a cliff, burying him into the hard black stone, and Killer vomited blood and other fluids as he bent forwards with a snarl of agony... but his eyes still burned sapphire and he still found the strength to snort in derision. "You got lucky, Satan... Virgil was well above your league. You pissed yourself in fear. You got lucky he pursued me, and you managed to get your hands on smaller fishes in the meanwhile."

Satan snorted in dark entertainment, correcting: "I ran risks, but exploited the chance. That's what victors do! And now I will make sure to perfect my form, so that I can then rule forever over all of the universes. All shall bow deep before me... and all I need is inside you."

"That's a much bigger problem than you believe." Killer teased, yanking his arm out of the pile of shattered stone and walking forwards with a grunt, swinging Wyvern up as he tore free of his prison, looking up with a grin as Boadicea suddenly charged up the back of Satan's hand and stabbed her spear down right next to the yellow crystal buried in it, discharging a huge wave of her energies into the wound and using the long polearm as a lever to force the massive boulder up.

Satan let out a cry of agony as Boadicea's energies crackled up his arm, causing other large stone-prisons to glow, and Killer saw a few of the shapeless husks imprisoned inside suddenly moving and slamming their fists into the solid crystal. The demonic god gritted his fangs with a roar and flexed, clenching his hand into a fist and using raw, immense power to knock the prisoner gods back into unconsciousness, before smashing his fist into the cliff, growling: "Get lost, you worthless whore! Your turn will come all too soon, don't you worry..."

Killer teleported immediately up to the edge of the cliff, reappearing on top of it before the cloud of dust had even ceased to swell up, his feet landing upon pieces of stone that were crumbling off, but he simply allowed himself to fall with them, closing his wings and looking for Boadicea... and there she was, hugging the pole of Satan's Bane and pushing forwards using her whole body to add to her monstrous strength. Immediately, he unfurled his wings and shot towards her like a missile, but so did Asmodeus and Astaroth, which leapt against her with matching fury, the first sending hammering her with his tentacle-branches and the second vomiting a vortex of dark fire straight into her chest. There was an enormous explosion, but Boadicea held on with a snarl, the flames failing to bite deep into her cool, smooth flesh, but then a tangle of enormous roots slammed into her and knocked her flying. Astaroth charged against her immediately, overeager as always, but Killer's eyes moved back to Satan's hand as he realized that the goddess had left her spear buried deep into the wound.

He grinned widely and sailed straight for Satan's Bane, throwing all of his weight against the sturdy steel pole, practically hugging it as he dragged it down with all his strength... until it ripped free, spraying a thick gout of blood and corruption into the air as the large yellow crystal, and the god agonizing inside it, popped out leaving behind a deep, ugly crater. Satan's hand spasmed violently and recoiled so quickly that Killer fell off it with a grunt of surprise, but a little smirk spread on his muzzle as he heard the High King screaming in pain and fury, while clawing wildly at the air to try and grab the spinning stone.

Immediately, Killer thrust Satan's Bane forwards as hard as he could, striking the centre of the large stone, where it already was cracked and damaged, and the god inside, shrunk down to a featureless husk, stirred and threw himself against the same area with the last of his forces. The stone exploded in a cloud of small, sharp fragments, and the agonizing divinity eagerly thrust his chest into the cruel mace-blade, giving a single gargle before falling still, limbs lolling uselessly at his sides. The corpse slid down the blades of Satan's Bane, and Killer felt the energies of the fallen alien god crackling in the air around him, cursing through the long pole, and he swallowed thickly before gritting his fangs and opening himself to them, growling as they zapped him like electricity but rapidly merged with his own forces, speeding up his regeneration, putting even more strength into his massive musculature... Satan, from above, let out a howl of inarticulate rage, and Killer swung Satan's Bane hard out to the side, the corpse ripping in half and falling away, while his eyes fixed on Boadicea as she wrestled back Asmodeus's enormous hands. He pulled Wyvern up and cocked it back as far as he could before hurling it like a javelin, leaning into the throw and grinning when the huge blade caught Astaroth in the middle of his shoulders, just under the vast "head" of twisting tentacle-branches.

The Prince of Hell went stiff with a breathless hiss of pain as the huge blade tore through him, and Boadicea grinned and immediately slipped between his wild swings, smashing her powerful fist into his mouth and ripping off two of the spiked tentacles jutting out of his "lips", tossing them in his jaws as she slid down the trunk and then moved onto his back. "Don't you dare...!" The demon shouted, sending his mutated birds of prey against her, but she grinned predatorily as she gripped into the handle of Wyvern and tore the sword out through his side, sending pieces of metallic bark flying in every direction together with dark, corrupted blood. She leapt off his back and angrily slashed the massive metallic raptors into pieces with a few mighty swings of Wyvern, before lashing out a savage cut that chopped the tree-like monster neatly in half.

Asmodeus's birds of prey, his detached eyes, froze in midair with squeaks of pain, writing in agony, and Boadicea took her chance to blast them apart, their fragments raining down onto the Hell of Lust, while the two massive halves of the tree-like demon spun slowly through the air. The eyes in Asmodeus's stony face, normally held closed by thorny overgrowths, suddenly opened wide: they were white and ghastly and expressionless, but sent out a crackling bolt of malignant energy that shot right for Boadicea. The goddess hurriedly shielded herself with the flat of Wyvern, grunting as she was blasted backwards, electricity cursing through her form, causing her muscles to spasm out of control.

"I won't be ended by you, bitch!" Asmodeus howled, corruption and blood leaking out of his jaws as his damaged trunk swelled, cracks spreading into the metallic bark before his body simply seemed to explode, projecting deadly shrapnel in every direction, just as Boadicea dived after him. She hissed as the barrage of sharp metal shot into her, the large daggers tearing into her arms and legs even as she again used the huge blade like a shield, before swinging it against the tree's face.

Corruption exploded out of him in a myriad of tentacles and black snakes that spun rapidly, whip-lashing back and forth, moving constantly and forming a protective sphere all around the prince, who grinned widely even while trembling in agony as the mass of black goo rippled and shifted, working to build a new body for him. Wyvern tore through several of the tentacles, but even more tendrils of sticky, gooey corruption immediately pushed up in the way of the blow, shoving the sword back... and then bursting all over Boadicea, ensnaring her in a cruel grip, tying her arms tightly into her sides.

Asmodeus cackled as she struggled to break out of the black ropes, but Killer swung in and slammed Satan's Bane into the tangle of black tentacles, squishing them in a messy splatter of goo, and the goddess flexed with a roar and spread her arms, breaking free. Killer launched Satan's Bane towards her and she tossed Wyvern back, the liger easily seizing the large handle and spinning around in the same smooth movement, smashing the huge blade into the ball of shifting corruption, tearing a large breach in it... that Boadicea immediately exploited, lunging forwards with her spear and driving it right up the demon's mouth, until the massive mace-head tore out of its head. "See? I ended you." The sharkess coldly teased, twisting the massive weapon into the wound and gritting her fangs as Asmodeus weakly clawed into her arms, trying to push her back as he spluttered out thick gouts of corruption. "D-don't... You can't..."

She tore her spear back with a snort of contempt, and she slammed the mace sideways into the rippling mass of black goo as it still struggled to somehow reform a living being. The massive impact disintegrated the messy shape into drops and splatters that rapidly dissolved, and the goddess spat: "One bastard less! I've been waiting for this day!"

"You won't cherish it for long, you whore..." Satan growled, and his many eyes flashed crimson with rage and power as wiped blood and corruption off the back of his hand, which still spasmed slightly, even as the deep crater in it shifted and rippled, the warped flesh and liquid metal attempting to rebuild and regenerate. Killer and Boadicea braced as best they could, but when the High King of Hell shoved his palm hard forwards, they were both smashed backwards by a tremendous discharge of energy, before the demonic god clenched his hand into a fist and froze time, trapping both into cold, unforgiving stillness. "I want her to suffer!" Satan growled, and Astaroth moved up to her, grinning widely as the flaming chains wrapped around his chest became loose and floated around him like tentacles, red-hot and sharp, before snapping viciously down over her breasts, her skin sizzling and the metal burning deep into her flesh. "It will be a pleasure, Master... I will make sure she curses the day of her birth..."

Satan smirked, watching as Astaroth cocked back one of his crescent blades and then stabbed it hard into her abs, tearing deep into her abdomen and twisting it in her insides, blood splattering thickly out all over his arm. Killer shouted in horror and denial, but it only echoed in his mind, as his lips barely began to part, moving horribly slowly, only his eyes free to fix on the horrendous wound and on Boadicea's face, just as frozen as his, locked in a half-grin that contrasted sinisterly with her eyes, wide with pain and powerless rage as she stared at the blade savaging her guts. Satan watched with cruel delight as Asmodeus seized a thick rope of intestine and pulled it out of her, tossing it in his mouth and beginning to slowly chew on it, leaning forwards with a hungry growl and splattering her face with blood and other fluids, before he kissed her, clawing into her cheek.

Killer felt his fury mounting horribly at that, his energies rippling and swelling with every note in Astaroth's cruel laughter... and his eyes burned with terrible ferocity when the High King of Hell grabbed him and pulled him up in front of his face, hissing: "And you... I want you to suffer too. But I want your secret, and I want it intact. So, I'll do the honors... Astaroth is... more rude and primitive with his methods, he might cause too much damage."

Killer struggled against the boundary of time, but all his strength seemed useless, the pressure only ever increasing, dwarfing his efforts... and Satan squeezed hard, making him grunt in agony as his spine audibly cracked. And then, before he could do anything else, he felt the psychic energies of Satan gripping the sides of his skull, and pain exploded into his mind as the immaterial talons began to rudely page through his memories and thoughts, seeking for answers... and he did his best to resist, even as horrendous images smashed into him with the violence of physical blows. Alexis raped by Satan, his horrible tongue ripping up inside her, before spiked tentacles violated her spectacular body... Mriya ripped slowly into pieces and cooked like a wild animal... even Kathy, the memory of which apparently entertained Satan in a very special way, because Killer was assaulted by continuous images of slow and cruel torture inflicted on her tiny, frail body. His only comfort came from the fact that he himself did not really know how his powers worked... he tried to tell himself that Satan wouldn't be able to find the answer in his mind as a consequence.

Killer gathered all of his forces, yanking his arms forwards as hard as he could, and his body grew larger, his muscles swelling larger, but time continued to clamp down on him with merciless force, making every movement painful... And Satan only chuckled, still holding on to him even as he grew far too big to fit in his hand. "You are not going anywhere, Amon-Ra..." Satan teased, and he flicked his terrible talons in front of him before stabbing two of them into his torso, shattering his black armor and tearing deep into his flesh, scraping into his bones, making him gargle as blood bubbled out of his mouth.

Killer shut his eyes and focused, attempting to open the floodgates hidden deep within him, and the weakened chain of the last Seal flickered into being around his chest... and Reality trembled violently in front of him, before shattering like glass to reveal the planets that orbited slowly around Alexis's high heels, and the mortal world, earth itself... and from all of them, he could hear prayers. From all of them, he received energies that pumped into his veins, and he let out a snarl that slowly, ever so slowly, did indeed push out of his gritted fangs as the tight wrap of Time around his form began to rip and tear.

"Oh, no, you don't...!" Satan snarled, clawing harder into him, but Killer managed to seize one of the giant talons and shoved it back away from his torn-apart abdomen... and his mighty abs rapidly healed, his wound vanishing almost instantaneously from sight. In the same moment, Killer felt Alexis's immense energies tearing through the stillness of time, and he tilted his head back to look up at Satan's chest, grinning as he saw the yellow crystals in it trembling violently and inching forwards, dragged by the goddess's psychic force.

Blood rained down from above, mixed with corruption, and Satan suddenly looked horrified, covering both stone-prisons with one huge hand and crushing the crystals back in place, even as Alexis's monstrous force almost dragged the whole of him forwards, his fingers struggling to keep the stones in place. "Sikanjal, keep that bitch down!"

Killer exploited the moment, flexing hard against the weakened boundaries of time and shoving against a talon-finger with such ferocious might that it loudly broke, the metallic spike falling off into the emptiness below while the liger gained enough space to slash Wyvern hard into Satan's abs sending blood and corruption splattering thickly out as he flew straight up and dragged the blade through muscle, metal, flesh and solidified corruption. Before Satan could react, Killer clawed into the hand he kept on his chest, and stabbed Wyvern violently under the yellow crystal pierced deep into the metallic-flesh. The liger used all of his weight and all of his strength, exploiting Wyvern as lever, and the massive block of crystal popped loose in an explosion of blood, falling through the air only to meet the liger's massive fist, which struck with greedy hunger. The crystal exploded into tiny fragments that bounced uselessly against his musculature, and his fingers clamped hard onto the head of the drained, agonizing, unrecognizable divinity, crushing its skull into pieces... and all of the residual energies of that unlucky soul flowed into him, adding to his own. "Satan... I'll tell you what you really are... a nice buffet for me!"

"No! No, no, no! You insolent little prick, I won't let you do try that again!" Satan barked, but for a moment there was a note of fear in his voice, even as he viciously lashed out his fist against the liger. Killer ducked under it and propelled himself forwards with a mighty flap of his wings, aiming for Boadicea and fixing his eyes on Astaroth, who only stared at him in shock and confusion.

"Don't you dare coming any closer...!" The Prince of Hell squeaked, pulling up his arms and blades to defend himself, while his huge flaming chains arched up high and whip-lashed against the liger, crackling with demonic magic. Boadicea's eyes flashed with fury as she glared at the fallen angel that had been torturing her, and suddenly her psychic force tore through the weakened fabric of time and smashed into his side, sending him flying like a meteor through the emptiness, to crash into a floating island of hard stone. Killer smirked at that, and easily seized one of the huge chains in one hand, stopping it before it could tear into his chest. His eyes met Boadicea's, and he used his psychic force to carefully grip into the prison of time still surrounding her, ripping it apart until she managed to stumble forwards with a breathless groan, hugging herself as her savaged, torn-apart abdomen began to heal and regenerate. He moved towards her to help, but the sharkess pushed rapidly up to her feet and glared at him, barking: "I don't need your help; crush that fucking bastard once and for all!"

She turned around just as Satan growled and swung his massive fist towards them, and she braced as best she could, slamming her hands into the immense dark gauntlet and braking its impetus, gritting her fangs and flexing the whole of her musculature. Satan was somewhat weaker after losing two crystals, but he still had the power of dozens upon dozens of other captive gods, and his strength was still overwhelming, pushing her back and nearly shattering all of the bones in her body. She gained time for Killer, however, and the liger yanked hard back on the burning chain, dragging Astaroth out of the crater in the center of the broken island. The demon snarled, spluttering blood and tossing both of his blades against him, but Killer slapped them out of the way with a swing of Wyvern, and even as they exploded into pieces, he pushed through the cloud of shrapnel, ignoring it as it largely bounced uselessly off his impenetrable musculature. "N-no, don't... d-don't..." Astaroth spluttered as Killer came nearer, and he arched his back, flexing his massive form until his torso, made of corruption and ugly growths of smoldering stone and magma, seemed to burst apart. It opened like a huge mouth, revealing the messy, ever-shifting mass of Corruption that he had replaced his organs with. Killer spotted a large yellow crystal in the middle of that tangle of tendrils and sentient growths, and understood why the two Princes had been so much of a problem to face: they had been empowered with more than "just" a long permanence in pits full of corruption. A ripple went through reality as the core of Astaroth almost exploded, firing a beam of dark energy against Killer, surrounded by dozens of sharp tentacles of corruption that tore into his flesh like needles and immediately began to poison him with the thick goo. Killer snarled at the intense pain that filled his entire form, but before Astaroth could even grin for it, the liger arched his back and flexed, and the tendrils were crushed like cheap tubes of soft plastic, and pushed out of his glorious form.

Killer leaned forwards into the beam of darkness, shoving his open palm right into the burning inferno, gritting his fangs as glared into Astaroth's eyes and, in front of his disbelief, he rapidly absorbed all of that malignant, destructive force.

"N-no... not possible... you should be... it should have broken you..." Astaroth squeaked, before hurriedly opening a portal to try and run away... but Killer forced it closed with a snarl, clenching his hand into a fist and sealing reality shut.

"No, Astaroth... there's no running away this time." Killer coldly said, raising his arm and aiming it at the demon as he scrambled wildly towards Satan, hoping to be saved. An enormous black tentacle pushed out of Killer's arm and grew a wide, massive, cruel flare, while thick, savage bone spikes and blades jutted out along its body, as it oozed with thick, dense, rich Corruption that, unlike Hell's, was heavy with life-giving masculinity, exuding Killer's almighty scent. "Since you like Corruption so much, though, you get to feel mine." The enormous tentacle effortlessly stretched across the emptiness, growing not just longer but even thicker as it reached the Prince of Hell and wrapped tightly around his torso, making him scream as the massive spikes ripped through his flesh, the thorns of bone growing longer and larger, jutting savagely up through his torso, before the colossal flared head slithered around his neck, strangling him as the tentacle lengthened further, hefting the demon high up into the air and tying his limbs to his sides. Finally, the horse-like flare, fearsome in its cruel width and for the presence of barbs and spikes all around its edge, thrust up under Astaroth's tail and smashed into his ass, blood splattering thickly out as his little hole was torn apart and forced absurdly, agonizingly wide open. The tentacle tore up through his body, thrusting into the hot, gooey mass of hellish corruption, and it made its way so far through his body that it forced his mouth open absurdly wide, shattering his face in a burst of blood and cartilage and pieces of bone as the lower jaw cracked in half. Killer's thick corruption rapidly flooded Astaroth's insides, and the contrast with Hell's essence was merciless: in the face of the liger's virile, potent batter, Hell's stuff looked grey, pale, watery and weak. Within moments, Killer's corruption wrapped all over the core of Astaroth, swallowing the yellow crystal and devouring the far weaker hellish essence even as it struggled, morphed, attempted to resist... and when the thick tentacle arched violently and then thrust brutally through, breaking the demon apart, Astaroth gave a last breathless gargle and flopped down in a shapeless mess of black goo, which flew back to Killer, splattering all over his massive form, wrapping over his wounded chest and torso almost like a shirt... and in moments he absorbed it all, and when the last of the Corruption vanished, his armor was back in perfect conditions and his wounds had healed completely. He licked his lips and flexed, grunting slightly at the pleasurable feeling of extra power pumping into his massive musculature as he grew even further, his eyes burning with tremendous energy as lightning bolts crackled all around him.

Satan glared at him with indescribable hate, but there was growing fear in there as Killer grew and grew, his muscles enormous and glorious, the physical power radiating off him making the High King swallow nervously as the gap between them dangerously narrowed, as Killer's reserves demonstrated all their immensity and as he so easily devoured those lesser beings, using them as fuel.

"You can't compete with me! I have the power of one hundred gods!" Satan threatened, but his tone came out shriller than he had intended, and Killer smirked coldly as he replied: "I'm anxious to see if they are enough to give me a work-out."

Satan's lip twitched at that, and he cocked back one massive fist, a huge pole of dark steel appearing in his grip and widening at the top to build the head of a colossal, ungodly warhammer decorated with demonic skulls with their jaws opened in silent, eternal howls. The enormous weapon crackled with dark energy as Satan floated backwards, putting more distance between him and the liger, and angrily slamming forth his other hand, knocking Boadicea hard backwards.

Killer instinctively looked down at her and caught her in one hand, but Satan exploited that distraction to grab the warhammer with both hands, slashing it hard against the liger. Killer raised Wyvern in the way, turning the blade around so that the vast flat shielded his chest, the metal reverberating tremendously with the force of the impact, the shockwave cracking the cliffs that led up to the higher levels of Hell and even rattling the Central Spire, causing the barrier around it to glow with an intense violet light. Satan leaned forwards into the blow, grinding the titanic mace into Wyvern, but Killer was unmovable, his bicep bulging explosively and radiating pure, terrifying power as he single handedly opposed the assault... "You know what, Satan...? One hundred might not be enough." Killer teased, grinning as he let go of Boadicea, clenching his hand into a massive fist and lashing it forth into Satan's monstrous face, made of countless great skulls. He was rewarded with a sick, satisfying crack of broken bones and a vast cloud of dust as an enormous number of skulls was crumbled, the demon's head crumpling inwards as blood, gore and Corruption sprayed up everywhere, and the crimson light flickered out of many other empty sockets as Satan recoiled backwards with a cry of agony.

Immediately, Killer tore his hand back and lashed out again, his knuckles smashing through thick bone and tearing into the demon's brain, which floated inside a rippling, shifting, wiggling mass of Corruption that immediately seized around his wrist, burning into his nervous system with terrible discharges of malignant force and at the same time morphing into a ring of spikes and blades that pushed into the metal of his gauntlet, piercing through it and biting viciously into his flesh and muscle.

"You... you cannot be this strong...! Nobody can be this strong...! It is impossible!" Satan half babbled and half snarled, pushing back against Killer but failing to budge the liger, who only gritted his fangs and struck into the High King's head again, and again, ignoring the tentacles of corruption that attempted to wrap around his throat to choke him. Satan recoiled again, groaning in agony as Killer demolished his head with blow after blow even as the Corruption morphed shape and attempted to close the crater in his skull, and her arched his back with a roar of frustration, rage and, for the first time, fear. He tried to gain some space and immediately swung his warhammer up towards Killer's side, but Wyvern again slashed in the way and knocked it off the mark, just as Satan lunged forwards and shot his deadly tongue straight for the liger's eyes.

"Scared, Satan...?" Killer teased, bending backwards as the huge, sharply-pointed muscle stabbed forth like a flexible spear, missing him by mere inches, and he reached up to seize the tongue in his hand, yanking on it with savage force and pushing up Wyvern's handle in the same time: Satan's already broken skull crashed hard onto the sharp pommel and the bone disintegrated, the thick handle burying deep within his corrupted brain, almost tearing out on the opposite side. Satan let out a howl of agony, trashing violently at that, and his fear seemed to only make Killer even stronger as the liger grabbed into the demon's horns and yanked his head hard backwards, bending his spine almost to breaking point. Killer's eyes glowed sapphire as he grinned down at the king of Hell, even though Satan was still much larger than him. The liger was growing rapidly, however, his height increasing and his muscles bulging explosively, growing even greater, his whole form radiating terrifying, limitless physical power as ripples of energy tore through Hell, rattling the ground and making the very air tremble. The High King of Hell stared up at the liger in humiliation and disbelief, whimpering words of denial as Killer's power continued to grow, revealing more of itself, causing reality to tremble violently around the liger as more cracks loudly formed in the fabric of space and time, revealing more alien, distant worlds that Killer had conquered but never visited: the home worlds of those gods that he had slaughtered during training with Sekhmeth. Those alien predators, such as Mnevis, that he had crushed and defeated. "Yes, you are scared... and you should be." Killer coldly added, and he smirked mercilessly as a ripple of tremendous power tore through Hell, rattling the Central Spire, as a new note of dominance and cruelty became evident in the liger's voice... and Alexis grunted, gritting her fangs and turning to nervously look at him, her body flexing with delight and with hunger, aroused by his immense, unforgiving power; but at the same time horrified by the awareness that his control was slipping. The monster threatened to come out to play... and Sikanjal herself froze and stared at Killer, her breath catching in her throat, before she ground her thighs together, growling hungrily and licking her lips as she exclaimed: "Yes! That is what real power is! That is what the true master and owner of all is like! Come, Master, come! Come upon us!"

Killer snickered darkly, flexing his enormous form as energy crackled loudly around him, his sizes growing rapidly and his strength increasing even faster, Satan's horns crumbling in his grip as he tore hard back on the skull... and ripped the High King's head right off the body, in an explosion of blood and gore and corruption. Hell's corruption lunged against Killer's arm, but they all stared as it meekly caressed his muscles, repairing his gauntlet, licking him worshipfully as if it was a tongue... and Killer's own brand of Corruption, infinitely more powerful, exploded outwards from within Satan's severed head, shattering it into pieces, grinding the bone fragments into powder and pushing out a single, large yellow crystal that had been hidden inside the brain. It contained six alien gods, curled up in fetal position and shrunk into shapeless ghosts, and a tentacle of thick, rich corruption pushed it whole into Killer's open jaws, where it began to melt like chocolate as soon as it landed on his tongue. Killer hungrily rolled the stone around in his mouth, drinking of that new energy and adding it to his own, growing even further, and he grinned widely as he tore into the neck of Satan's body, his Corruption tearing deep within the high king's form. Black tentacles of rich, powerful darkness ripped through Satan's insides, whip-lashing in every direction and burning through the far weaker hellish essence, dissolving as smoke pushed out of the severed neck.

Satan continued to struggle, however, and two large eyes opened in his shoulders before a mouth split apart in the middle of his chest as he slammed his hammer forwards again, squeaking: "I... I have absorbed over one hundred and forty gods, from so many different worlds... I own their powers, their abilities! I am invincible! I am unstoppable!"

Killer only laughed in dark amusement at that, stabbing Wyvern forwards into Satan's abdomen, tearing through him from side to side while catching the hammer with his free hand, stopping it dead motionless almost with ease and then flexing with a grin, squeezing on the giant weapon so hard that it loudly cracked, almost breaking down into pieces. "That only gives you the measure of my power..." The liger teased, looking down with amusement as the hammer suddenly overheated and exploded into flames, erupting them against Killer like some sort of ungodly, impossible volcano...only for the dark god to snuff the fire out of existence with a lazy flex, sending the magma exploding back over Satan himself.

The high king of Hell recoiled with a cry of pain, but then the crystals buried in his body glowed and he turned the magma into a freezing, deadly sea of ice and cold, which he sent hurtling into Killer's chest... but even that proved useless, and Satan used the abilities of another enslaved god to turn the ice into tremendous discharges of lightning that boomed again and again against the liger's form. But even those bolts could barely make Killer twitch, and Satan gaped in shock, letting out a cry of confusion and fear even as he sent the full might of the strongest of hurricanes into his rival, smashing into him with gusts of wind that cut through the cliffs of stone around them like hot blades into butter... but the liger only grew even further, by now more than matching Satan in height, and Killer's eyes burned with terrible ferocity and merciless entertainment as he teased: "Yes, I can feel your fear... your panic... and more than that, your lust. You little bitch, you wish to be me... you wish to experience the thrill of being truly powerful, truly godlike... truly limitless." Killer threw his head backwards and laughed darkly, towering over Satan, his massive muscles barely bulging, his monstrous package dwarfing Satan's, pressing into him with enough arrogance and sheer power to make the High King tremble, as the liger's form oozed with mighty, brutal Corruption, with virile, potent essence that reeked of his masculinity, of his unquenchable virility. With ease, Killer tore Wyvern a bit further into the demon's hip and bent him backwards with his other hand, the High King's spike creaking threateningly, nearly shattering as the liger licked his lips slowly. Killer grew again, even further, muscles thrumming, his entire body flexing as he blotted out the Central Spire with his size, casting all beneath him into shadow, the air itself shaking with his power and his presence as he growled: "Go on. Keep trying. But do better. Fight harder. Put me to the test, and see who is the real god, the real monster! And stop staring at my cock... I know you're already getting hard at the thought of it... Now that you see what the real alpha is like, you reveal the bitch you truly are. I see how you tremble before me. You can't help it, can you? That feeling. This power! I bet you want to feel it, don't you? You want my cock, don't you, little bitch? You wanted to be me, but now... now you don't even want that anymore. Now you just want to lick the dirt off my toes and beg to see my cock!"

Killer laughed, and Satan seemed to shrink away, shuddering violently and unable to tear his eyes off the liger's glorious form. The demon's eyes were glazing over, and drool leaked from the corners of his mouth as he whimpered: "I... I do..."

Alexis repressed a shiver at that, staring breathlessly as Killer dominated Satan and the whole of Hell, her own lust burning violently within her and Sikanjal, not far away, was losing control of herself, drooling at the sight of the great god.

Satan cried pathetically, trying to float backwards, away from the liger even while panting and drooling in desperate need, clutching his damaged hammer to his chest as if to draw strength from it, before his eyes bulged in shock and agony as Killer's corruption, moving with vicious force within his ruined body, began to thrust against the many crystals buried in his flesh, causing him a terrible agony. The pain sent him stumbling backwards until he crashed into the steps-like cliffs of the various levels of Hell, his tentacles of hellish corruption flailing out of his severed neck as if trying to escape out of him while far larger, stronger and darker serpents made of Killer's own essence ravaged his insides... but somehow, the agony woke his mind and self-preservation took over as he gargled: "My treasure...my... my power... No! You will not have my power! Stop it!" Satan hugged himself, trying to push the stones back down into his flesh, his blood streaking down his form from every hole, and the demon gritted the ugly fangs of his chest-mouth before roaring as a multitude of angry souls exploded out of the volcano-like crater upon his back. "Kill him, kill him, kill him!" Satan cried out, spreading his arms and then making a shoving gesture with all the power he could muster, sending yet more souls exploding against Killer, the howling ghosts of defeated gods tearing through the liger with a vengeance. They had wanted him along, and now that they got a chance to hit they struck with merciless savagery, shooting through him from side to side and then rapidly diving into his back for another assault, clawing and ripping into his flesh and into his own soul and energies.

The liger stumbled backwards with a cry of pain, and immediately a whole group of souls rammed into and through him to slam him back into the barrier of energy surrounding the Central Spire: immediately, that powerful defensive device made of magic, sheer energy and the concentration of the Scholar and Scribes of Hell glowed a vicious violet and blasted his back with a discharge of electricity and negative force strong enough to nearly knock him out cold, his eyes shutting as he let out a roar of pain, trying to crawl off that solid surface of pure agony.

"Sikanjal, help me! Nail him to the barrier!" Satan boomed, pulling up his damaged warhammer and swinging it hard down against Killer with one hand, while grabbing into Wyvern with the other, pushing the huge sword out of his bleeding, broken side. Killer hurriedly raised one arm up to shield his face, letting instinct guide him as his eyes opened but saw nothing but darkness and blinding flashes of white, torturing pain, while his other hand held on to Wyvern's handle, pushing back against Satan's efforts. The hammer struck into his arm with savage force and he felt his bone creaking and splintering, but the pain was drowned out by the far worse agony of being pushed again back into the violet barrier... before Satan howled in the same terrible torment as Killer furiously shoved the warhammer away and clawed into the demon's chest, sending the barrier's energy cursing all the way into him as well.

"Let... go...!" Satan cried, but Killer only squeezed harder, tearing his claws deep into the High King's flesh, simultaneously pushing Wyvern up through the beast's hip, cutting deeper into it... but Sikanjal flew forwards and slashed her whip into his back, the vicious weapon tearing deep into muscles and flesh and twisting around his neck, ripping his throat apart as the evil goddess yanked him hard back into the barrier, causing another explosion of tremendous energy that illuminated the whole of Hell in ghastly violet light.

Satan recoiled violently backwards, letting out a cry of absolute misery, and he hissed as he slid along the blade of Wyvern: it sawed his hip open as he finally tore off it, sending blood and corruption cascading outwards, but that agony was almost negligible compared to the vicious crackling of the barrier's energies through his form, which caused all prisoner gods to twitch and writhe into the crystals. Satan hurtled back as hard as he could, panting hard, ignoring even Killer's fingers as they tore deep into his chest and grabbed a rib, cracking it and ripping it out of his form... he didn't care. He only wanted relief from that pain. Everything else, he could bear.

"You... you bastard! You vermin...!" Satan howled, glaring at Killer with absolute, indescribable hate, made all the more furious by the way the liger managed to swallow down his own cries of agony while trying to push off the barrier. The liger only glared back with a growl, gripping into Sikanjal's whip and pulling it off his savaged, bleeding throat while swinging Wyvern blindly backwards, attempting to hit the evil goddess. "You will reveal your secret to me... and then you'll be my first meal! The first of many!" Satan threatened, splitting his hammer into a mass of shapeless dark metal that rapidly modeled into two curved, hooked blades, one large and crude, one thinner and looking like a surgery instrument, able to explore crevices inside vital organs with horrible accuracy. "Now that I have you exactly where I want you, I will torture you until you talk... or until I find the secret and rip it out of your body with my own hands."

Killer swallowed thickly as Satan approached, the ugly mouth in his chest contorted in a vicious grin as he spun the blades in his hands. The liger attempted again to push himself off the barrier, but the flow of destructive energy kept him nailed in place, especially while Sikanjal continued to wrestle him down. He glared at the blades with a muffled cry of horror and pain as Satan began to slice his chest open using the vast, hooked sword, but then he spotted Boadicea, and his attention shifted entirely on her. The goddess was flying like a missile towards the crystals buried in Satan's chest, and in his crazy fury the High King seemed to have forgotten about her... right until Satan's Bane struck hard against one of the crystals, and the god imprisoned inside threw himself against the wall like a ferocious, feral beast.

Satan grunted in agony and surprise, his eyes badly positioned to spot Boadicea, and he blindly slammed his fists on his chest, trying to squish her, before dark tendrils and tentacles of Corruption pushed out of his torn-apart neck, each ending in a large, ugly eye and all of them arching down to locate the sharkess.

"You! You are a constant annoyance..." Satan hissed when he saw her, while already Satan's Bane was forcing one of the crystals up and out of the ugly socket of muscle, flesh and corruption. He viciously reached down to grab her, and Boadicea pulled her spear out of the wound and spun it to beat back his assault, but he only cackled, sending a vortex of angry souls against her, smashing her back into the yellow crystal, where she arched her back with a roar of pain as energy zapped her... and then a large sphere of golden energy smashed into Satan's tentacle-eyes and exploded, disintegrating them all and burning corruption out of existence like it was snow.

"Don't. Forget. About. Me." Alexis coldly said, and each word carried the power of a thousand hurricanes as ripples of her terrifying psychic power smashed into Satan, one after the other, knocking him back as each blow left a bloody crater in his muscular form, one eye exploding into pulp, the teeth in his chest-mouth bursting out in pieces, and other deep dents appearing all over his abs as he vomited blood and corruption.

"You are fighting me, babe. Don't get distracted." Alexis snarled, turning her attention to Sikanjal and blasting her with another succession of ripples of pure power, slamming her back and gaining an opening that she swiftly exploited, rushing forth and slamming Blue Vixen down onto the reptile's whip, tearing it in half. Killer took that invaluable chance and finally managed to step away from the barrier, his entire body spasming and pulsing with pain, still zapped by violent discharges of force too focused, too great and too malignant for him to absorb... and Alexis seized the longer half of the broken whip, slashing it hard into Sikanjal, ripping a huge gash across her abdomen while aiming Blue Vixen at her face, unleashing a long burst of massive, energy-supercharged bullets into her features.

Sikanjal snarled in pain and rage, gripping into the whip and all but vaporizing it with a discharge of pure energy, the wound in her side rapidly healing as she straightened and her eyes flashed crimson, the bullets slowing down and then stopping abruptly in midair before they could strike, instead only floating uselessly ahead of her face... before shooting back towards Alexis as the reptilian goddess hissed: "How could I ever forget...? Don't worry, I have plenty to go around for you, as well."

Alexis snorted and sent the bullets away with a lazy flick of her wrist, before thrusting her palm forwards instead, blasting a bolt of energy towards the cobra, but Sikanjal vanished from the spot and ropes of darkness exploded into being around the ligeress, clamping down on her with vicious force.

Sikanjal reappeared in the very same instant, driving a large cleaver sword down towards Alexis's back, but the femme fatale flexed against her bounds and snapped them, at the same time sending huge tentacles stretching out of her powerful back. They slammed into Sikanjal and whip-lashed across her form, slamming her away, and the two goddesses spun around to face each other, their eyes glowing as their psychic might burst out of them and clashed in midair with a colossal, thundering explosion that cracked the cliffs of Hell. The two goddesses lunged against each other before the storm of energy could even begin to dissipate, and their blades clashed with another thunderous impact, both females moving at simply phenomenal speed, hitting again and again, as their energies spiraled around them, forming a sort of hurricane, crackling with electricity, that loomed as tall as the Central Spire itself, until Alexis managed to snag Sikanjal by one ankle, tossing her over her shoulder like she was just a doll, sending her crashing like a meteor into the "sky" of stone and roots that covered Hell.

Dust and debris rained down from above and even Satan looked upwards in shock as the whole of Hell rattled with the force of the impact, but almost immediately Sikanjal pushed out of the crater and roared in fury and challenge, spreading her arms wide and letting her own immense psychic force rage in waves through inferno, battering all of the Provinces, shaking the Central Spire itself as two of the titanic wooden roots criss-crossing the sky suddenly shuddered and then tore loose, swinging down like immense, impossible tentacles that chased after Alexis, tearing through the various levels of Hell with no regard for the lives of demons, Insatiables and for the fate of whatever was caught on the way. The two immense appendages smashed into Alexis with terrifying force, crushing her back against the distant walls of Hell, the base of the dome-like sky, and she grunted breathlessly as she clawed into the ancient, supernatural wood, far harder than diamond, while slamming her feet back into the stone wall, her whole body flexing and every single muscle bulging with power, almost ripping out thought her own skin as she bent her legs but pushed back, resisting to that force that threatened to just slap the whole of Hell into dust.

Killer stared at that in horror, and attempted to reach out to grab into the immense roots, but Satan immediately assaulted him, and he had to respond with a mighty swing of Wyvern. The impact knocked the two dark gods back in the opposite directions, and the liger grunted, carefully twisting out of the way not to crash again into the barrier around the Central Spire. The wall of energy crackled and buzzed angrily, and a shiver went down his spine at the thought of the pain he had had to endure.

Boadicea landed in a crouch on his shoulder, grunting as she steadied herself as best she could and wiped blood off her muzzle with the back of one fist, before looking up into his eye as he turned slightly to gaze down at her. Her cheeks were flushed, and her breath rough and uneven, and he could smell sweet, impatient arousal in the air, and even catch the glint of hot juice streaking down her powerful legs... but before he could take a better look, the goddess snarled and poked his muzzle with Satan's Bane, barking: "Don't. You. Dare. You bastard, you are oozing corruption and magnetism worse than a fuckin' Lust Incarnation".

"You know, they told me I'd probably be a mixed Incarnation of Lust and Wrath, as a demon." Killer mildly replied, and the sharkess glared impatiently at him, poking his cheek harder with the heavy weapon. "Hey, look, I cannot quite control it. I promise not to rape you if you don't rape me."

"You asshole." Boadicea grumbled, but she did not attempt to pierce Satan's Head into his eye or ear and he didn't sense real hate in her words, so he considered that as clear progress. She turned her glare against Satan as the High King straightened and prepared for another assault, and she coldly asked: "Can we at least kill the goddamned bastard...?"

Killer pulled Wyvern up and prepared for the new clash, his eyes narrowing as he tried to find a way around Satan's defences to get to his serpent-like body, to the long tail inserted with dozens upon dozens of crystals. Wyvern and Satan's blades slammed together with terrible force and Killer slid his blade under the enemy's swords, forcing them out of the way and pushing forwards, trying to move around the flank, slashing Wyvern hard downwards... but a vortex of howling souls poured out of the crater on the demon's back and wrapped around the crimson blade, forcing it back and zapping Killer with a discharge of negative force, fueled by rage, despair, envy and utter hate.

Satan turned around with a cruel grin and his eyes glowed with evil glee as time slowed down once more around Killer, but the liger shoved his palm forwards with a growl and compressed the waves of time before they could wrap around him. For a moment, he and Satan were separated by a sort of wall of frozen, stiff Time and compressed, warped space.

"We can if we work together. We need to chop his tail off: there are a crapload of crystals in there, it is the main source of his power. If we remove those, I can then crush him like a gnat." Killer urgently said, exploiting that brief moment of respite and searching Alexis, his eyes immediately fixing on her as she roared for the effort while unleashing her energies into the gigantic roots that kept her pinned.

Golden flames burned along the two colossal tentacles, pushing towards Sikanjal at the other end, but the evil goddess only smirked gamely and sent her own dark forces roaring down the roots. Crimson and golden flames clashed into each other in the middle, illuminating Hell with ghastly, terrifying flashes of blinding light, as the two goddesses engaged in a struggle of sheer might, pushing as hard as they could, gaining and losing ground as their muscles bulged explosively, their fangs gritted, their backs arched.

"Fine by me." Boadicea immediately agreed, and she gazed at Satan, then at Sikanjal and Alexis, rapidly assessing her chances. "I cannot keep Satan still for you, but I know someone who might. I'll distract him, you help Alexis. But quick! I can't hold for long while he is in this state."

"Go!" Killer simply said, and Boadicea sprinted down his arm as he cocked Wyvern back for a mighty slash, just as Satan brutally smashed his way through the wall of frozen time, shattering it into a hailstorm of fragments that resembled colored glass. Those impossible shards of time, sharper than any other blade could ever hope to be, shot into Killer's chest as Satan shoved hard forwards with one hand, and the liger gasped breathlessly, his heart almost stopping as a blade of time tore through it and out of his back... before his eyes bulged as he saw the High King of Hell charging in for the final blow.

Satan had merged his blades together into a massive bardiche and he swung this down with terrifying force, catching Killer by surprise: the long reach of the new, enormous weapon put him at an unexpected disadvantage. With an effort that left him breathless, Killer raised Wyvern up, crudely intercepting the huge blade and sending it hissing above and past his shoulder, but Satan immediately soared higher into the air and swung his polearm downwards, forcing Killer's arm to bend painfully, his chest spraying blood out of every wound torn open by the blades of time, which were still affecting him by slowing down his regeneration, and Wyvern was shoved out of the way as the bardiche opened a path towards his back.

Killer spun out of the way as best he could, using the flat of Wyvern to keep the bardiche from swinging down into his flesh, and he thrust the pommel hard into Satan's chest, knocking him back with a grunt of rage more than pain... and Boadicea leapt off Killer's wrist, slammed her feet into Wyvern's handle and lunged forwards, aiming for Satan's remaining eye. She landed into it with a snarl, stabbing Satan's Bane deep and reveling in the spray of blood that rewarded her, and in the howl of rage coming from the demon that had tormented her from the very first moments of her life. She savored that brief moment of sweet vengeance, but then gritted her fangs, gazing from one side to the other as hellish corruption poured out of the shattered eye and formed into thousands of tendrils and tentacles that shot towards her from all sides. She tore her spear back and spun it rapidly around her waist, mowing down the tentacles closer to her, and then swung it hard out to tear a path open for escape, immediately barreling through and charging up along the titanic monster's chest, hurling spheres of focused energy into the bleeding wound surrounding one of the crystals, shaking the large stone almost loose.

"You goddamned whore, I'll rip you apart!" Satan roared, and he flexed in a mix of rage and frustration, slapping a hand hard into his chest, trying to crush her like a mosquito, but Boadicea leapt past and landed on his shoulder, smashing her heavy mace into another crystal, hard enough to crack it, awakening the god inside, who immediately began to punch the damaged wall keeping him prisoner. She ran past and hit another crystal, and Satan writhed and recoiled in pain and frustration, slowing down time once more and clawing down towards the sharkess... but missing as she teleported out of the way, reappearing out of the bubble of stiff time and kicking it hard, sending it crashing into his torn-apart neck. The explosion of the sphere caused reality to ripple strangely and for a brief moment Satan moved on slow motion, allowing her to strike against another of the crystal prisons, but before Killer could get to his tail, the demonic god had already pushed through Time and blasted Boadicea with an immense shockwave of dark force.

Killer exploited the moment to reach upwards, however, and his fingers closed on one of the gigantic roots. Sikanjal's and Alexis's forces shot through his hand and continued to clash violently inside him, causing his eyes to shut with a groan of agony, but he still found the strength to yank the enormous wooden tentacle downwards... And Alexis grinned as she was relieved of half of her burden, a roar coming from her as she seized into the other root with both hands and shoved it hard backwards, away from her. Sikanjal recoiled in shock at that, a solid wall of energy striking into her and burying her into the sky of stone, and Alexis swiftly took control of both immense roots, her golden energies burning along them as she made a shoving gesture and sent them down against Satan.

Before he could react in any way, the colossal roots wrapped around his chest and crushed his arms into his sides, while Alexis's energy exploded all over him like an inferno of golden fire, making him howl in agony even as he flexed and shoved and trashed to try and break free. The tentacles only squeezed harder, wrapping their coils around him again and again, and Alexis's eyes burned sapphire, her grin expanding as she announced: "Game over, Satan..."

Killer pushed forwards immediately, smirking coldly as Satan trashed and howled in denial. Wyvern swung down, while Satan barked: "Don't! Don't you dare!"

And then it struck, smashing through spikes of bone and metal and cutting through armoured scales as Killer's huge muscles bulged explosively and forced it further and further down... until Satan's long, immense snake-body fell off, blood and corruption exploding thickly out of his severed waist.

"No, no, no! You can't...! It is mine!" Satan shrieked as Killer caught the falling tail, hefting it up even as it trashed violently and attempted to whip into his chest to rip it apart with the huge spikes and blades lining its length... and an enormous explosion of malignant force burst out of the High King's chest, slamming Killer and Alexis hard backwards, their teeth gritting as they flexed and pushed back, trying to resist the waves of sheer power crashing into them, while Killer hurriedly brought the tail up and began to crush it into pulp, letting the bloody gore, rich with the energy of so many gods, fall into his open jaws. He swallowed hungrily, greedily, and grows even more, his mass increasing, his body thrumming with power, his muscles bulging immensely as he moved Wyvern back to land a decisive blow.

Something shot down near his head, however, and the serpent-body he held in his hand was cut into two pieces, leaving him standing there with just a short chunk of already half-crushed meat in his fingers, while the longer section rapidly sailed away... with Sikanjal dragging it.

A swirling portal opened before the evil goddess and she dived towards it with a cackle, sparing only a cruel grin for Satan as he spotted her and howled: "Help me, Sikanjal! Come here! Give it back!"

"You outlived your usefulness. I always knew you were the losing horse... but I also knew you'd prove useful, in a way or another." Sikanjal countered, before vanishing through the portal, out of their reach even as Alexis and Boadicea rushed forth to stop her. The portal rapidly closed, and another opened beneath Satan and moved upwards, propelled by the Scholars and Scribes inside the Central Spire.

The portal cut the tentacle-roots apart like they were made of butter, and Satan vanished from the spot just as Wyvern stabbed forth, striking only thin air, leaving Killer staring at the empty, dark space ahead of him in a mix of disbelief, frustration and indescribable anger. They got away. They got away!

"Fuck!" Alexis roared, clenching her fists hard and throwing her head back with a loud cry of rage and frustration, sending a massive lightning bolt of energy stretching from her body to the sky above and to the bottom of Hell far below. Boadicea squeezed into Satan's Bane pole so hard that the metal groaned and her hand turned pale with lack of blood circulation, but her curses were muttered through gritted fangs and could not quite be heard.

They got away. I had the chance to kill both, and they got away. Killer cursed, loudly and violently, looking down at the piece of Satan's body with distaste, even though a dozen crystal prisons glinted weakly under the thick moisture of blood and corruption leaking out of the ravaged flesh. He crushed that morsel with such fury that even the stones turned pretty much into liquid, but he swallowed without getting any pleasure from it. He felt the new power adding to his own, but unlike before he wasn't able to rejoice about it. They got away. And Sikanjal got her hands on a far greater reserve of power than this. Power that could have been mine.

That should have been mine. That must be mine.

Killer made a grimace at the last thought that crossed his mind, which only added to his misery and frustration, because it was, in itself, a sign of his failure. He had gone very close to losing control of himself during the fight... and there it was, the obscure monster, speaking in his mind. Speaking on his behalf. The beast's thoughts were his thoughts... and that was horrible. He did his best to bring his adrenaline and his hungers under control, and closed his eyes with a tired sigh, rapidly shrinking himself back down to his normal dimensions.

Alexis moved at his side and wrapped a arm around his waist as they landed on the edge of the cliff in the Hell of Lust, and they traded a gaze full of frustration and disappointment... until she finally shrugged and tilted her head to the side, huffing: "Well, it is how it is. Considering how it started out, it ended well. They had us in the corner."

Killer nodded silently. There was no need to remark that they had successfully turned the odds around and by the end of the fight they had cornered their enemies... they both knew, and they both were furious about it. "We still kicked his ass. Hard. He won't get out of the Spire again anytime soon."

"Yeah, but we need to get inside it. Soon. Or he'll just lure other gods into his trap and we'll be back to square one." The huge male grumbled, before looking ahead as Boadicea landed before them, balancing Satan's Bane on her shoulder and tilting her head to the side as she studied them with an indecipherable expression. The other amazons, bloodied and covered in wounds and bruises but otherwise looking pretty bold and victorious, teleported in one after the other, walking closer and studying the two ligers with curiosity and suspicion, waiting for their queen to give an order.

Killer made a bit of a grimace at that, saddened by their enduring hostility, although he noticed that their gazes were already less homicidal and more curious... and then his mind almost exploded with the sudden awareness that Satan had disintegrated the Hell of Wrath. Oh, Gods... no...

"Where is Lilith?" Killer urgently asked, and the Amazons stiffened and glared at him with new and reinforced suspicion, while Boadicea only tilted her head further, making a bit of a face as she studied him with her cold, beautiful eyes. "We will need her information to get to the remaining power cores that keep the Central Spire shielded. Please, tell me that she wasn't in the Hell of Wrath. Please!"

There were long, torturing moments of silence as the queen of Amazons studied him, gauging his intentions and trying to decide whether to trust him or attack him right there and then...

"If everybody knows you are hiding in the Hell of Wrath, it means you are not hidden at all." Boadicea amusedly snorted, finally ending the awkward, tense silence. "The Hell of Wrath was always only a cover story. A way to make sure the enemies would seek us where we aren't."

Thank Gods. Killer nodded, and sighed in relief. "I'm glad to hear it. Is Lilith safe, then...?"

"Yes, she is. She is the only source of growth for our clan, so I need to keep her safe... even though I'd gladly destroy the murderous whore." Boadicea coldly replied, making a grimace of distaste when she mentioned her mother.

"And can she lead us to the Power Cores? At least to some of them?" Alexis asked. Boadicea glared at her with coldness, muttering: "You read minds. You are probably the greatest psychic ever to exist. You should know."

"I could read your mind if I really wanted to. But I'm not doing that, Boa." Alexis calmly replied, offering a friendly smile and looking at the younger, tough goddess with affection and sympathy. "I'm asking. We are friends. And allies." And family. But it is still too early to push you on that.

"We are temporary allies." Boadicea firmly corrected, but her eyes betrayed, for the briefest of instants, a hint of happiness for Alexis's words and respectful behavior. "And yes, she knows. She is not particularly willing to help, but we managed to milk her for information before, and we can do so again. We just don't have the strength to go after the real big targets. Not yet."

"With our help, you have." Alexis offered, and Boadicea stared at her for a few long moments, while the Amazons all around stiffened and nervously stared at the two goddesses, waiting to see what would happen... and Boadicea, after crossing her arms and tilting her head forwards, finally smiled and nodded. "That's true. We can finally breach the Spire's defences... and end this nightmare."

The amazons around them hefted their spears skywards and offered three hurrahs before slamming the fists holding the weapons against their chests, gauntlets clanging against the armors of leather and bone and metal, and Alexis offered her hand to Boadicea, who stared at it for a moment before squeezing it. When Killer offered his, the queen pretended not to notice, turning around instead. The huge male felt all of the coldness of her snub right into his chest, but did not protest. He had given her too many and too good reasons to hate him. He now had to give her time, and even better reasons to trust him. He just cleared his throat, and asked: "Where to, then...?"

Boadicea flicked her wrist, and a portal opened before her... but it wasn't a white portal, of the Heavenly kind, nor a black one, made using Hell's runes. It was a weird, ghastly wound in reality. Killer could see the Amazons on the other side of the portal, just... blurred. He could see ghost-outlines. The portal apparently lead to the very same place where they already stood, and yet, in some ways, to a whole different world.

"What is that...?"

"We call it the Shadoworld." Boadicea said, without turning back to look at him. "It is little more than a crevice in the fabric of space and time. A parallel version of our universe, close enough that it can be touched... if you know it exists, and you know what strings to pull, at least." She paused, and grinned as she gazed at him tauntingly from over her shoulder. "I discovered this worm hole years ago, while trying to get away from Satan's troops. Ever since, it has been our refuge. It is a world that cannot be modified in anything more than the most trivial of ways... an inhospitable, weirdly-discolored photography of the world where we stand. But it offers some advantages. From inside it, we can walk up to our targets close enough to hear them breathe, without being seen. And within it we can get some rest, knowing that we are safe."

"And you are willing to let us enter...?" Alexis asked, curious and suspicious at the same time. "That honors us, but surely you are not giving away your secret so easily."

"Oh, I'm not." Boadicea cheerfully replied. "The Shadoworld is my world, by now. Do something I do not like, and I can assure you that you will never come back out of it."