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Cyliarra could feel it deep in her heart when she had Alice close now, a feeling of protective, dominant, lewd, wonderful love... It was a feeling that she had thought she may never feel again, but having Alice there in her grip brought a deep warmth that she had desperately missed. But it was only now, now that she had Alice again, that she realized just how much she missed this. She missed being able to hold her incredible, beautiful, adorable little slave. She missed encouraging her lewdness, teasing out the arousal and fetishes of the young woman. And she missed the stunning contradiction of being around Alice, someone that made her feel calm, motherly, and composed, while somehow still feeling excited, aroused, and filled with lustful thoughts. Even through all the corruption, that love was a constant, even in the deepest darkness that Cyliarra could sink to, Alice kept her heart light, kept her strongest darkness from overwhelming her TOO much... And it was that which seemed to be infuriating the elven Mistress' Tome...

When Alice got to work on the ninja, she would receive nothing but encouragement from her Mistress. Cyliarra would smile at her, clearly pleased by her actions. Her eyes held a strange, motherly encouragement to them, letting her know that she was safe, and that she could do whatever she put her mind to. Cyliarra believed in her, and she was pleased by the lewd and beautiful actions of her slave. That look of love, lust, approval, and encouragement would send a shiver down Alice's spine, the corruption deep in her reacting whenever her corrupting mother looked at her with such beautiful lust. It was a reminder that she was a slave, but more than that, it was a reminder that she was so wonderfully owned in mind, body, and soul thanks to that erotic, enticing darkness that surged through her entire form. "Wonderful work, my corrupted little slave... My most treasured child of darkness... My acolyte of corrupt milk..." She complimented, watching even more closely as Alice worked on corrupting the ninja. "Loves me?! She's a monster! Barely even a person! You're monsters that are trying to spread your evil across the world!" She would protest even as her body continued to heat up, pleasure and arousal spiking even from the small amount of milk that had been used on her. Though Alice would know she was correct, and from more than just her own passion and conviction. Alice could almost see the darkness in that milk touching the ninja's soul, she could feel that bit of corruption seeping into the ninja even as she protested and tried to fight it. And she knew why that was... it was because all souls belonged to her Dark Mother deep down. Then when Alice pressed her breasts up to the ninja's lips, it seemed that her protests would cease. At first the woman tried to keep her mouth closed, desperately trying to avoid drinking from Alice... But despite her desires her body almost seemed to act on its own, her lips parting and accepting that nipple, that milk flowing onto her tongue and being quickly swallowed. That small taste of corruption had already left her body wanting more, and so she drank, drank of the corrupt milk Alice produced, drank the gift that Cyliarra had given her, drank the enticing darkness that Cyliarra wished to spread across the entire world...

The ninja's eyes would grow hazy, her thoughts slowing a little as she continued to drink, now actively suckling as she felt that warmth of darkness, milk, and submission spread through her entire body. Watching it, Cyliarra would seem incredibly aroused as well, moaning a little bit and starting to grope her own breasts, a slight trickle coming down them as she watched Alice convert the ninja. Her own desires would shift as well, Alice's fantasies affect the elven Mistress. Her own fetishes shifting a little to be in line with Alice's, a fascination for large, bountiful, wonderful breasts settled into her mind, giving her more thoughts of how to better perfect the world she would build with Alice. Watching it now only solidified that idea, watching Alice corrupt the ninja, seeing the woman's breasts grow full and start to drip milk, a sign of proper corruption. The ninja finally understood... she saw the beauty... the pure wonderful perfection of breasts... of corruption... of the feelings that her Dark Mother had gifted to her... And she would moan as her breasts were released fully now, dripping profusely thanks to the gift Alice had given.

Cyliarra, meanwhile, was still gripping and squeezing her own breasts, arousal clear in her face, but that loving look in her eyes never leaving, even while filled with such a powerful lust. She smiled at Alice, looking over the ninja and her acolyte of corruption, proud of her. "Mnnnngghh... Perfect... My Alice... Perfect as you so often are... My Love... Come here for your reward... And mine..." She enticed, opening her robe wider, those pale, full breasts ready to be suckled all over again. And Alice could feel a powerful desire welling up inside her. She wanted to drink from her Mistress... she wanted to sit in Cyliarra's lap and be rewarded for her accomplishments, but not only that... she wanted her Mistress to drink in return. She wanted Cyliarra to drink and feel pleasure as well, to further sink into the milky corruption that her Mistress had gifted to both of them. Those large, wonderful breasts were just waiting, waiting to be attended to. But Alice knew... Alice knew that only she was given the honor of drinking from her Corrupt Matron directly. And now she was given the opportunity to receive that pleasure once more. "You are so lovely... My dark slave... Your... mmmmm... Your breasts are so perfect... Large... beautiful... full... I love you..." She professed, the love still earnest in her voice with all the corruption that had filled her... That was unchanging for the elf... regardless of what happened to her, she loved Alice...

And if Alice sat and drank she'd feel a surge of ecstasy and darkness rushing through her, painting her even more with that corruption. She felt pleasure, lust, happiness, fulfillment, and her breasts would feel even fuller than before, as though they had filled back up even after feeding the ninja. That fullness would come with a desire for her Mistress to drink from her as well, for the two of them to drink and invite that milky corruption deep into their souls. The two of them continuing to reinforce the power of that erotic and enticing corruption, lovers in lust, darkness, and beautiful breasts, the two always there to give each other that dark pleasure. At the same time, those fantasies and thoughts that Alice had, of legions of beautiful slaves, milk dripping from their bountiful breasts, eyes empty as they smiled and drank, praising their corrupt mother, all of those images would solidify even more in Alice's head, encouraging her fetish, encouraging her to spread that pleasure and that fetish, encouraging her to make all understand this corrupted, submissive happiness that filled her. It was right... it was kind... it was holy... it was corrupt... it was lovely... it was what a good person would do. "Alice... my dark little slave... I love you... I love you more than I could ever think of... And with you by my side... This pure ecstasy can be spread so very far... The perfect world for the perfect slave such as you... You are wonderful... You are incredible... And I will shape an entire world to give you the pleasure, happiness, and love that you deserve..." She promised, the deep love and care never truly able to leave Cyliarra. "I promise to be with you forever... My Lovely Little Lactating Lustful Slave..."

 

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Valerie wasn't great at putting certain things into words, but she also felt that this moment was intensely romantic. Erotic, romantic, and triumphant all at once. To be able to finally see and feel Deva's lips on her cock, to feel her beautiful and gorgeous body, while at the same time feeling that intense connection of ownership, of protectiveness, of knowing that the angel was fully and completely HERS. And all at the same time it was the feeling of achieving a goal that she had set upon for over a decade, training for ages for this moment, for being strong enough in body, spirit, and mind to be the Mistress that Deva deserved.

She would thrust a bit, pushing deep into her mind, filling her with thoughts of obedience, making sure to push those ideas and thoughts deeper into the angel, wanting to help mold her into the perfect cock slut that Valerie knew she wanted to be. Though admittedly, the Amazoness could tell that Deva was a far better Cock Slut than she would have ever expected. "Mnnnaaah! Gooooouughhd..." The Amazoness would moan, still unable to properly form her sentence with how incredible Deva was at sucking her off. Then she noticed Deva's hands working in her lap, touching herself as she took that throbbing, powerful, beautiful, erotic, enthralling cock in her mouth. She smiled a little bit, taking that as yet another sign that Deva properly enjoyed this, another sign that this was just as much what Deva wanted. "Good Cock Slut..." The Amazoness would repeat, solidifying that even more in her mind. That cock deep in her brain making sure that the title was branded deep into who Deva was. It was a fact of life... of existence... the cock in her head proved it... she was a Good Cock Slut. And yet at the same time, having it reaffirmed like that would feel so wonderful to her, a surge of pleasure and happiness flooding her. Her Mistress praised her... enjoyed her work... was feeling pleasure from her... it all mingled together to create a blissful and rewarding feeling deep within the angel. She felt wonderful, it felt like the cock in her mind properly owned her... and that both her and her Mistress recognized that. That cock would throb and press into her mind, constantly reminding her that she was a Cock Slut, that she was owned, that she was meant to service and obey that glorious member, and the one that had it. She was meant to have that cock deep in her brain, and in her mouth... She was meant to be with her Mistress, that enticing and powerful scent always filling her, enticing her and making her feel so wonderfully subservient, and she was meant to be there to pleasure that beautiful and incredible cock, there to make Valerie feel incredible, and be given this wondrous pleasure in return. And she was meant to be at her Mistress' side, there to aid her when needed, and there to be protected by the mighty Amazoness as well.

Even with all the lewd pleasure going on, Valerie couldn't help but smile when she heard Deva's earnest pleas, a sense of fulfillment and happiness at knowing she was finally able to make the angel happy. From the moment that she had met Deva she had noticed the submissive soul eager to get out, the inner slave that just wanted a Mistress despite having to keep fighting. And now... now Valerie knew she could give that to Deva... and have her own companion, her own slave, in the process. "Mnnnahahh... I promise to take... Oooh... Good care of my perfect little Cock Slut..." Valerie promised, meaning every word, planning on protecting and caring for Deva, being able to be the Mistress that Deva deserved. She would continue to thrust into Deva, keeping to that pace, Deva getting that intoxicating taste in her mouth, and that blissful and ecstatic feeling deep in her mind, both working together to continually drive Deva into being the perfect little Cock Slut, driving her into wonderful, erotic submission and obedience, deeper into perfect slavery.

Valerie would hold her head in place, not forcing her deeper down, just holding her, ensuring that she wouldn't get away, just another sign that Deva was completely owned. She wasn't able to leave, she couldn't get away, not that she would want to with that cock completely enthralling her mind and giving her so much intense and incredible pleasure. Why would she ever try to escape her Mistress? Why would she try to get away from the deep musk she experienced now that her nose would be pressed against Valerie's naked body with each thrust? Why would she want to get away from the one that completely enthralled and owned her, the one that gave her so much incredible happiness and pleasure? But now she knew she couldn't get away, she felt Valerie's strong yet reassuring grip, she knew that she was owned and that cock would thrust deep into her mouth and mind no matter what she did. That delicious semen was going to coat her tongue and mind, completely turning her into Valerie's Cock Slut, and there was nothing that she could do about it. And at this point, that idea would only excite her more. Her Mistress was taking her, making her a Perfect Cock Slut, fucking her mouth and mind to permanently enslave her to that beautiful, perfect, incredible cock... And Deva would feel a strong sense of anticipation and excitement at that thought, of knowing what was to come.

Valerie was strong... she was powerful and dominant... she knew what it was to be a proper Mistress, she had learned so much over the years. She knew that it wasn't just about ordering your slaves around, it wasn't about only getting pleasure and enjoying yourself... You serviced your slaves in a way. You worked for their pleasure as well... you made their happiness your own... you enjoyed that look in their eyes as they were surrendered to that feeling deep in their mind... You felt that intense fulfillment they got from serving you... You did so much for them just as they did for you. The Amazoness had vowed to herself long ago to not take a proper slave though, not until she felt deserving of it, and not until she found the right slave. Yes she would take others and give them pleasure, teach them submissiveness to further goals she considered heroic, but a true slave, a Cock Slut, someone to keep... that wasn't until she had found someone that truly needed it, and she felt good enough to take them. Deva was that. Deva was the perfect slave that she wanted, the one that she coveted and valued above all else, the one that she wanted to take for her own. And she had tried to take her, coming up short and realizing that she still had to work... But now... now she had trained herself in mind, body, and soul... She had learned to be a proper Mistress... to be the Mistress that Deva deserved... the one she needed. And now... after decades of training, she wouldn't give this moment up for the world... there was no treasure across any universe that was worth more to her. Now she would take Deva... her Cock Slut... her Bitch... her Slave... Hers.

But even with all that, a part of Valerie had just a little bit of hesitation. She wanted what was best for Deva... but even then she questioned if Deva truly wanted this... if this was what Deva needed... The Mistress in her knew this was what she needed, but she couldn't help that small hint of doubt... That was until she looked down at Deva and saw that expression, saw that look that told her to do it, to let loose and pull Deva under. Valerie smiled and let another moan out, her expression getting a little more determined as she started thrusting deeper into Deva's mouth, moaning and shaking with pleasure now, fully letting loose and taking control of the situation now. She thrusted deep into Deva's mouth, the doubt from earlier completely gone from seeing Deva's expression, from getting her message, from knowing that she wanted this.

Valerie wouldn't move her gaze from Deva's expression, giving a dominant, lustful, yet reassuring smile as she knew this was an intimate and erotic moment. To completely lay your soul bare and give yourself entirely to a Mistress, she knew it was an intense experience. But at the same time she could tell that Deva was laying it bare for her to see, doing it so that Valerie could see it properly, and she appreciated being able to see that beautiful, perfect, intimate moment where it all came together. So she looked into Deva's eyes, letting another moan out as her thrusts became faster and faster, a look of proper dominance and lust in her eyes now, the look that Deva would recognize... the look of a true Mistress.

With that, Valerie would moan loudly, thrusting faster and faster before her Cock would throb, both in her mouth and mind, ready to unleash that torrent of thick, creamy, delicious cum. And while still keeping her eyes on Deva, she would give one final thrust, the first surge of cum rushing out of that cock and filling Deva's mouth, a thick and copious stream of sticky, white, sweet fluid filling her mouth with that deep thrust. At the same time, Deva would see that cock in her mind cumming as well, flooding her mind with that same sticky whiteness, washing away any resistance, any doubt, anything that would stand in the way of being Valerie's perfect Cock Slut. The title 'Cock Slut' would soak into her mind with that torrent of cum filling her, flooding through her mind and coating it with white pleasure, submissive thoughts soaking in even deeper, filling her mind with the subservience that a Cock Slut had to have, the pleasure and happiness that obedience brought, all of it flooding into her mind. At the same time the name 'Valerie' would imprint deep into her mind, Deva knowing instinctively that Valerie was her Mistress, her owner, her Alpha, the one that she was meant to obey, the one that she was meant to pleasure... her true Mistress. The cum filling her mind would imprint those ideas deep into Deva's core, filling her and pushing those feeling into her very personality, trying to soak it into the core of who Deva was. And it would be accompanied by more and more of that cum filling her mouth, that jet after jet of semen shooting out from that cock, thick, sweet, delicious, sticky, and so warm... all filling her mouth and coating her tongue. With everything that she had already felt happen to her, it would taste incredible, the taste coating her tongue and mind all at once, mingling together to further enslave Deva. That would all be accompanied by a surge of ecstasy, another reward for pleasuring her Mistress, another sense of fulfillment from knowing that she had made Valerie happy, from knowing that she had brought pleasure to the one that owned her.

At the same time, Valerie would be watching Deva, focusing on her eyes as she kept cumming, the thick semen flowing into her more and more, clearly saved up after all this time, all saved up for the angel. One of her hands would even reach out to massage Deva's cheeks, carefully helping her swallow more of it, helping her not to miss a drop of the liquid ambrosia that was now filling her mouth and mind. It felt incredible... pleasure rushing through her... submissiveness surging through her mind and body... the feeling of being completely and utterly owned filling her soul... and at the same time feeling so right... so wonderful... It all rushed together at once, into one giant sensation of submitting to Valerie, of being the perfect Cock Slut, of getting the pleasure of suckling that perfect, divine cock, and of being owned by a Mistress that truly and honestly wanted her... wanted to keep her... wanted to protect and care for her... and wanted to be with her at all times. All of it rushing together to make this experience even more wonderful for Deva. And more and more of that cum would flow, flooding Deva's mouth and mind, still filling her with Valerie... filling her with obedience... filling her with that experience of utter obedience. So much of it would fill her, it would almost feel as though her mind was swimming in Valerie's cum before the torrent of semen seemed to finally stop, Valerie still holding onto the back of Deva's head,breathing heavily and smiling, a mixture of dominance and affection in her expression as she looked down at Deva, having never taken her eyes off the angel, wanting to see her expression the whole way through.

But now she was spent, and she'd slowly pull her cock out from Deva's mouth, sighing happily before sliding down to a seated position, unable to stand after that incredible orgasm. Though she wasn't without strength, as once she was seated she'd reach out and grab Deva, pulling her in to hold her as the two of them sat, wanting to have Deva close now, wanting to hold onto her slave and be with her in this intense, erotic, and intimate moment. She'd pull Deva in, hugging her a bit and holding her, still breathing heavily, but with a satisfied, happy expression on her face as she held the angel in her strong, protective grip. "Hah... Hah.. Oh fuck... Mmmmm... You're... You're amazing... You're so wonderful... Fuck... And you're mine. My angel... My slave... My Cock Slut... All mine... And I am yours... Your Mistress... Your Alpha... Your Owner... Yours..." She reaffirmed, petting Deva affectionately, making sure to solidify those ideas in Deva's mind as she sat there holding her slave, breathing heavily and trying to recompose herself after all that pleasure, just holding onto Deva the whole time, wanting nothing more than to be with the angel right here and now.

 

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Deva panted softly upon that beautiful shaft. It was strange to revel in anothers triumph over her, but that was still what she did.
But was it that strange? She was mistress obediant cockslut, a deep thrust encouraged her, why not be happy for her?

She answered Valeries stumbling for words with her own hungry, lustful slurping. Yes.. she was an obediant slut for that beautiful cock in her head. She remembered how she'd first seen Valerie, throning over another slave, happily licking at her.. this would be her place now, and hers alone.
Her slender, experienced fingers pushed deep into herself at the lustful training and conditioning of belonging to the strong amazons mighty cock, a soft sigh escaping her wanton, cock-sucking lips. Yes.. she was a slave to master cock, and the beautiful mistress he belonged to. This was how it was ment to be. And so she encouraged the cock, relaxed her throat... and mind, trusting in her mistress wanting the best for her.. which right now, was happy enslavement to the cock.

She couldn't get away from becoming a cockslut.. .it was happening.. and she loved it. She wanted to be enslaved and bound to her strong, beautiful protectors cock.

She sighed and shuddered when Valerie took full charge, full contol of the situation and her lust...
Just the way she wanted it, of course. Deva sighed, her eyes glazing over in lust and .. well in being controlled, as Valerie thrust deep within her, filling her with warmth and comfort and sticky white control.
She sighed, and felt herself floating on a lewd, white cloud, her mind swimming in submission to that beautiful cloud, and ironically, her first truly enslaved thought was 'I hope mistress will do that to me again from time to time'.
Not that she needed enslaving, anymore, but perhaps some recreational.. wait where was she? She was with cock.. her beautiful mistress' cock, that owned her.. yes, she was sucking on it, drinking it's delicious load..

It tasted so nice and perfect and Deva tried to drink it all down, even as a bit drippled out of the sides of her mouth by sheer quantity.. and her mind wanted to drink it all down, even as it too overflowed just a little with submission, a bit of mistress dominance dripping into the sea of her subconscious...

"AGhmnnn!!"
She gasped, heavily. Yes.. she was subservient to her mighty amazoness.. so many things she could already imagine herself doing to please her, her vast mind getting to work on more.. relaxing tasks than worrying about worlds.. not that that was forgotten.. it was just not as important as coming up with a good way of massaging her mistress shoulders, for example.
Wet, sloshy-squishy sounds filled the improvised underground tunnel as Deva consumed her lustful treat. She smiled gently at those strong hands massaging her, helping push that delicious filling of cum deep into her, swallowing eagerly, obediantly, in rythm with Valeries thrusts and those soft hands, working hard on doing her best.. for her mistress. Briefly her tongue dipped out, to suckle up that wayward cum that had dared to try and escape from her lips, nuzzling into Valeries encouraging hands, in the deeply intimidate moment of being used.. and yet Valerie helping Deva use her..

Deva's expression was calm and peaceful, blissful, as she relaxed, just letting Valerie guide her into filling her angel up with that warmth, swallowing down that massive load, moving her cheeks rythmically under Valeries fingers, working hard to take all of her wonderful cum. Her eyes weren't glazed over anymore, calm, and happy, emptying of struggle and resistance.. a true, beautiful slave's eyes and smile.
After a moment that felt like forever, and yet to short, if not for more of it in the future, Deva shuddered and happily suckled down the last bit of the wonderful, obediance-bringing amazoness cum, smiling, closing her eyes for a long moment.. had she briefly lost consciousness under the bliss? Perhaps she had.. it mattered not, not with her beloved mistress still all there for her. Her own climax, fingers curling up inside her cockslut pussy, was almost forgotten about in the overwhelming bliss that was her beautiful mistress taking her, guiding her, controlling her...

"Hmnn.. thank you.. for.. assisting me in drinking your cum into my body and mind, all the way through.. you made.. becoming yours very.. easy, Mistress. Such a strong load, such a strong mistress in my mind, but it's all filled in snugly. My mind.. has a tendency of being exeptionally resilient, even if I surrender, but I can confidently say.. heh.. you won..
You are superior, your confidence well deserved. My Mighty Mistress Valerie."
She smiled, her voice calm and relaxed, peaceful.. her eyes holding a certain enslaved emptiness to them now. She of course gave Valeries cock a parting kiss and lick, making sure it was pristinely clean, short of her saliva.. before deattaching herself from it.
"And yes, my owner, don't worry... that was quite.. throughout and permanent. Hmnn.. it'd propably be impossible to remove your control over me.. as I willingly gave myself, and my mind is stronger now than it was.. unowned.

Err.. to make sure, we should.. try doing this a little more from time to time.. if you don't mind though!"
She purred, her wings puffing up, as she nuzzled up to Valerie tightly, clinging, smiling, enjoying the soothing musk of her mistress. Gently she reached out, her hand flexing. "Greater Vigor."
She noted, softly rubbing along Valeries arms, her shoulders.. feeling her skin, getting to know every inch of her body, whilest filling her with restoring energy.. not that Valerie had expended that much energy..
"Don't worry.. it would cost me more energy -not- to serve you like this than it does to restore your stamina. And, I estimated you would want to calm down, so I keep the re-invigorating energies focused on everything but your beautiful penis.. of course, if you disagree, just command me otherwise...oh.. I also want to apologize, please, don't unecessarily obscure that beautiful cock or my own body.. I want to please you with the sight of me, and, well.. that beautiful cock, just looking at it is soothing, in a way.. although .. heh, perhaps obscuring it a little could help against me being.. all too distracted, hrmnn.. anyway!

I'm Deva Undon, your obediant cock-slut. Don't worry, I wanted it this way.. I want it this way... your.. gentle, yet incredibly strong control is something I yearned for for.. far too long.. I'd like nothing more than to disappear with you, right now, to your world, or another, worship your body, accompany you,, do whatever you please..
But I believe it would also please you to deal with the matter at hand, the danger to your world? Oh! I got a cool friend and a shadow-goddess that might enjoy becoming cock-sluts too if you got some friends, we -definitly- should rescue your world.. can we? Can we? What do you want to do, my mistress?"
She nudged the Wolf-mistress, seemingly.. more energetic than ever, despite her calmer, empty eyed expression. Deva was truly enslaved to Valerie, her resistance and freedom washed away on a torrent of cum and strong, gentle love, but it seemed said enslavement had unleashed her more than her freedom had. She was a slave, quite plain to see, but perhaps she'd always been a slave.. just not always with a home.

"Uh uh! How about you go and kick the butt of the one responsible for this whole mess and bothering the nice elf upstairs.. up.. tunnels? Up holes?.."
She peered to the ceiling, pondering.. before nuzzling up to Valerie, snuggling up tight and rolling into a smaller angel ball up to her chest.. "Aww don't look at me so cute and dominantly it makes me want to spent hamnn.. more time.. servicing you. "

 

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Valerie reveled in all of this, loving more than just the physical pleasure, and more than just the dominance she was showing by taking such a perfect slave... It was the fact that she knew Deva wanted this... needed this... It was the knowledge that she was giving Deva the pleasure that the angel deserved. Since they had first met, Valerie could almost feel the submission deep in Deva, and could tell how much she yearned for a proper Mistress. But she had escaped, and emerged victorious... The Amazoness realized then and there that she wasn't ready... that she had to work at being an even better Mistress to give Deva what she deserved. And after years of training herself, working harder and harder, growing stronger in both mind and body, she felt that she was ready to take Deva as her own. And from the looks of it, the angel was just as ready to be taken.

She would ride out her orgasm, still making sure to help her slave drink every drop. She didn't want to keep her Cock Slut from taking in all that wonderful submission... to keep her from letting that flood of warm, wondrous white go to waste. It was the most she could do as her body shook with pleasure, moaning some more as she held her Cock Slut there. This was just as much Deva's moment as it was hers, the moment where they were linked... held together by a bond that Valerie considered more intimate than marriage. The bond between a Mistress and her Slave... Deva was hers... Deva belonged to her completely... and that meant in turn that she belonged to Deva... that she was Deva's Mistress and she was to do everything she could to make her slave happy. Despite how tough Valerie was, she had a strong romantic side for the bond that developed between a slave and her Mistress... especially when you had such a perfect slave like Deva. Even through all the pleasure and moaning she would manage to look down at Deva and smile, a smile mixed of dominance, confidence, strength, but tinged with genuine care and happiness... One that told Deva that she was valued, that she was the most valuable thing that Valerie had ever gotten...

While Deva filled herself with the blissful peace and happiness that obedience brought her, Valerie contemplated how truly wonderful it was to have Deva. To have someone that she cared for, someone that she could fight for, someone to protect, and someone that she could fight with. It was all she had wanted for years, and now the angel she had been training for was hers. All hers.

Though she would still shudder just a little when Deva cleaned off her cock, smiling down at her in approval as she gave it a kiss. Even just doing that would send feelings of warmth and fulfillment through her, happiness and submissiveness coursing through her body even from just lightly servicing the cock that now completely owned her. "Good Cock Slut..." She would reaffirm, petting her a little now, giving her the warmth and comfort now that she had been completely enslaved. And even then she would still hold onto her slave, guiding her, keeping her in that strong grip, holding her close, making sure that she was comfortable, but also knew that she couldn't escape her Mistress even if she wanted to. But then again... why on earth would she want to? As she was held close, she could still smell that enticing and powerful musk from Valerie. Though it wasn't just arousing now, it didn't just encourage her submissiveness and subservience, it also made her feel safe, comfortable, protected. That scent meant that her Mistress, her Alpha, her Owner, Valerie... it meant that she was nearby, and that meant she was there to protect Deva and encourage that wonderful feeling of obeying, of being a slave...

As she listened to Deva, she would gently stroke her cheek, another small sign of affection and ownership, it wasn't just about imprinting deep into Deva's mind, it was also just the small signs that showed that she was Deva's Mistress. "Oh don't worry My Little Cock Slut... I'll make sure no one will be able to take you from me... We'll reinforce this every day... Though I think I might need your help after a while to come up with new way to... make this more fun..." If she was going to take Deva's mind each and every day and help her continually embrace that powerful submission, she'd run out of ideas eventually. Then again, if she came up with enough she could just do some of them again... But those were thoughts for another day, right now her focus was entirely on Deva... on her new angel slave... of the absolutely beautiful slave that she had finally taken. "At the risk of sounding a bit cliche... I don't think I'm the only person that 'won' here... You win as well, my adorable little Slave... You get to be happy... To have someone to stay with you... to dominate you... to fight for you and beside you... to fully embrace the desires that I can tell you've been fighting back for so long now... All of it is yours. WE win." The Amazoness would reaffirm, knowing that this entire situation wasn't just for her alone, this was for Deva just as much as it was for Valerie. No matter what some might think... your slaves deserved to be happy too after all.

Valerie would smile a bit and relax slightly as Deva rubbed her hands over her body and cast the spell, giving her a nod of approval as she cast the greater vigor spell. "I'm not going to argue against this, my Cock Slut... You're a healer, MY healer... healing your Mistress is a wonderful way to serve..." She was going to ask Deva if she had anything that might restore her stamina anyway, as the fight and lovemaking had tired her out a little bit. Plus she was almost certain that her fighting for the day wasn't over yet. "Heh... Much as I'd love to fuck your brains out all over again, don't invigorate it again. That'll be saved as the reward for getting through all this." She would say, giving Deva just another bit of encouragement to help stop whatever plan had been put into place. "Hmmmm... Don't worry... You'll be able to see this cock all the time." And even looking at it now would bring Deva feelings of warmth, comfort, and contentment, safety, and happiness in knowing that she was enslaved to that beautiful and perfect cock. Even now it stood tall, ready to flood her mind with submission and obedience at a moment's notice... but as Valerie had said that would be her reward for stopping whatever was coming.

"When this is all said and done... I'm bringing you to my story... You'll be able to worship me and I can pamper you every day... And for a while I'll be showing you off to my whole tribe... Oh it'll be lovely... But we have to get there first." Though she was surprised at how energetic Deva already was... At the same time though, that shouldn't have surprised her too much. Deva was where she belonged in life now, where she could be happiest. Who wouldn't gain energy from being that happy? She would smile at the eagerness Deva showed, not only to save Valerie's story but also to introduce her friends to it and deal with what was going on now. "We're saving my Story when this is done... I've trained for a decade... and I have the greatest slave any Mistress could ask for... That story will be fixed. But there's more going on here than that. Friends? I do have other Amazonesses that would enjoy some slaves... Maybe... But right now we have some things that we have to focus on. What I want to do is deal with whatever's tricked Cyliarra..." She would say, showing that she had also figured out a few things about their situation. There were a lot of reasons that she wanted to be free of Cyliarra's control. One was so that she'd be able to fight Deva and be her Mistress to the best of her ability. Another was because she needed to be free if she was going to deal with whatever was going on. "Something hasn't been right... And I'm going to teach whoever's responsible a lesson... And you're going to help me with that." Valerie would state, giving a proper order this time. An order that Deva planned to do anyway, but an order nonetheless.

"Before we do I need to hear what you've learned, and I'll tell you if I've figured out anything else." Then she chuckled a little bit when Deva pondered whether they'd call it 'upstairs' in this situation, petting her affectionately at that point. "Oh there are so many ways that I plan to play with you... My wonderful little Cock Slut... You are mine... You will always BE mine... And I will always be yours. But right now we're going to have to stop some evil. Let that anticipation build... the desire to suck that beautiful cock all over again... The intense yearning to feel it thrusting into your mind and flooding it with that wonderful cum... You can almost taste it can't you? You can smell that musk, feeling that desire fill higher and higher... You HAVE to win... WE HAVE to win... Because once we win you'll get to feel it all over again... You'll get to feel that intense and wonderful submission all over again. But we have to win first... Take that feeling... that desire... that intense need... and let it help drive you, help push you to do even better for your Mistress... We can't lose, because then you might not get that reward... And so... We will win." She reaffirmed, turning that desire to encourage her to work even harder to stop whatever was causing these problems. It wasn't just about using those desires to bring your slaves deeper into submission, you could also use them to encourage them to do even better, encourage them to do their very best with the promise of their rewards... It could make them do so much more, and Valerie trusted Deva enough to know she'd be blown away when the angel was encouraged to do her very best...

 

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The happily corrupted Alice nudged up against her elf-mistress, giggling happily, seeming innocently unaware of any darkness in Cyliarra's heart. The dark elf was too kind to be evil, Alice knew it so, and her unshakable belief indirectly made it so.
"Awww Mistress.."
She giggled happily at those words, in turn deciding to praise the would be assassine: "Hihi.. if anything she's your monster.. come on, don't fight it, let her be your loving mother too!"
She encouraged, a bright smile on her lips. "Come on, let Cyliarra's corruption nurture you into a beautiful, happy child of the darkness."
She purred, her hands playing eagerly, just a little inexperienced over the ninja's body, ater all, Alice was most aware of a feminine bodies desires through her own and Cyliarra's.

"She'll enslave you to her dark will, then love you lots.. and perhaps you get to enslave many more.. ooh.. you could be Mistress secret lust-assassine..."
Alice cheered, brushing the Ninja girls cheeks softly.
"Gmnaah.. yes...you belong to the dark mother.. let your body soothe with her milk, your mind with her desire.. ahmn.n."
Alice moaned, closing her eyes and gently pulling the ninja-girl to her, removing both her bindings.. and her clothes as she nuzzled the girl up to her chest, basking in the hormones of motherly joy that nurtuing the cute girl up by her bossom brought her, smiling over to Cyliarra happily when she heard her praise.

"Haaah.. it.. it feels so good to be suckled upon.. my breasts.. so warm.. mistress made me fall in love with them, as I will make you.. don't hamnn.. fight it.."
She smiled down, encouraging her victim, soft hands circling the ninja's areola slowly, sensually, playing with her breasts, even as warm wetness gathered between Alice's legs from having hers suckled on. "Haah.. a slave to your breasts.. a slave to her breasts, her love her desire.."
She mumbled, with uncertainty if she was speaking to herself or the girl cradled close to her heart, or perhaps both, as she teased her bossom lustfully, before smiling over to Cyliarra. "Yes Mistress"
As she pretty much rushed over, nuzzling up to Cyliarra.. but not forgetting the Ninja-girl, pulling her over after a moments hesitation.

"Her too.. of course.."
She nodded, pulling the ninja back to her own breasts, even whilest kissing and lovingly suckling on Cyliarra's warm, almost as if her milk would flow through Alice to be distilled into their newest victim and milk-enslaved sister... before smiling at her, nodding.. "Hold our mother, my slave."
As she embraced Cyliarra lovingly.. the warmth from her mistress bossom had filled her so completely, so wonderfully.. and there was only one that truly deserved all this warmth and lust and love.. with a cupping of her hand, Alice caught a little of her own milk, suckling it up, fighting the urge to drink it down, only to give Cyliarra a loving kiss.. whilest letting her milk flow into her mistress lips, and the Ninja girl grabbed and groped and 'held' their dark mother 'helpless'

"Don't fight your own darkness, mother.. you cannot,.. you do not want to. You deserve to be happy more than anyone.. the happy, eager lover of my world full of peace and bliss and harmony."
She smiled, pressing the tip of her breast, hard and engorged and dripping corrupted warmth.. up against Cyliarra's own lips.
"Drink, mistress.. don't fight your own love, you cannot.. it's yours.. I just want to wash away your misery, so you can become our perfect mother."
Alice encouraged, and if the elf didn't resist, the warmth she'd given Alicer floated back into her.. this was the love she'd felt for Alice.. and her eyes, whilest not growing hazey and enslaved like the two pets by her side, would glaze over in a focus of lustful, loving domination, flooding away, eroding her desire to build a world filled by agents.. although some of them, particularly the lonely ones, could make for wonderful daughters.. yes.. daughters.. She was the Dark Mother of Alice's world, an intense, bottomless love for those that were hers and hers alone filling her every being.
"To make me happy, you have to be happy yourself.. now.. relax, let your breasts control you. Become the lover you were ment to be. I cannot make up the past of not being with you this easily, I know.. but I will, from now on, if you promise to become the mistress I deserve. Motherly.. happy.. free of worry.

You are a slave to your breasts, a slave to your own dark, beautiful will. You belong to us, to me, as our mistress. None other may have you, that is my desire, my love.. let that warmth drip from you.. imagine, a world dripping warmth and loving obediance.. we will make them all yours, but first you yourself have to belong to you. Let the warmth of your breasts spread through you, my mistress.. Look at what we can do.."
She encouraged, the Ninja-girl, smiling happily, with a calm, enslaved expression and a little drop of milk falling from her own breasts still holding Cyliarra, nodding encouragingly, if perhaps a little confused.

"Let all of your bad feelings flow out of your breasts and become my dark mother, my corruptor and lover, for I will be yours forever and ever more as well!

I love you."
She declared, panting in a climax of her own, just from hepling her corrupting mother relax, slumping up to hug to her mistress, smiling, cuddling her, relaxing, purring and softly, non-sexually, for now, nuzzling up to Cyliarra's breasts...

 

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Cyliarra would smile a little, petting her wonderful little corrupted slave, running a hand gently through her hair. Feeling her this close to her, being able to hold her and pet her like this, being able to be her Mistress again... it was a feeling that she had missed so much after all this time. And now she had Alice again... now Alice was hers... now she had her favorite little slave back to care for and love and protect. "My wonderful little slave... You are mine... My corrupted, beautiful, fantastic little slave. You're MY slave... MY child of darkness and corruption... You belong to me." The elf would reaffirm, making sure that the idea stuck with Alice, even though she knew that her soul had been properly corrupted into pleasurable, erotic submission. "M-Mother?" The captured ninja would say, a mixture of confusion and disbelief, with just the slightest tinge of hope now that Alice was doing a wonderful job of getting into her mind and soul. And Cyliarra would watch with interest, pride obvious in her eyes as she watched Alice, the knowledge that her Mistress was happy sending shivers down her spine, the corruption deep in her heart and soul rewarding her every time that she pleased her Dark Mistress...

"M-Mistresssss... M-Mother..." She would moan out in agreement, another surge of pleasure in Alice, more and more happiness and contentment filling her now that she had enslaved someone to her Mistress' will. Showing someone that truth... showing them the love of their dark mother... bringing them into HER service... it would feel so right, natural, correct, to the corrupted slave. This was what she was meant to do, this was what was meant to be spread across the world, and the deep pleasure and contentment that radiated from her very soul assured her of that fact. The ninja would eagerly suckle now, drinking more and more of that corrupt milk down, letting it seep deep into her mind and soul. That in turn would give Alice a sense of motherly fulfillment mixing in with all the pleasure and contentment that came from doing this. "Mommy..." The ninja would say reverently, pulling away only for a second to say those words, looking at Cyliarra with a different expression from before. Now it was pure reverence, worship, and love that filled her expression as she looked at her Dark Mother, her Mistress, the one that owned her body and soul. She could feel Cyliarra's love inside of her, keeping her warm and happy, and as that love spread inside of her, Alice would feel her own part of Mistress' love grow inside her. The power of Cyliarra's love and happiness growing once another soul was brought into it, made to serve it. The warmth and happiness in Alice would radiate stronger now, it would feel even more intimate and caring, she was loved and treasured by her dark Mistress, and bringing another into her service only made that love grow even stronger.

As Alice toyed with the ninja's breasts, she'd feel milk start to trickle out, dripping down those breasts, another sign of her submission to Cyliarra, another sign that Alice had brought another into the divine service of her Dark Mother. As she spoke about submitting to their Dark Mother, being a slave to your breasts and to Cyliarra's breasts, she'd feel those ideas solidify even further in her mind. Speaking those words would be like a deep affirmation in her soul. This was where she belonged... a slave to her breasts, a slave to her Dark Mother's breasts, rewarded by being allowed to suckle on that delicious nectar from her elven Mistress, being there to spread that love to more and more of the world, all of it was where she had always belonged. Those feelings would mingle deliciously with the love and submission that Alice already felt deep within her, all of it clicking, making her the perfect slave for her Dark Mistress, and that was only what was right. Seeing Cyliarra smiling at her approvingly, her expression mixed with love, affection, desire, motherly protectiveness, and pride, would make Alice know she was doing what was right, that this was the right path to take, and that no matter what Cyliarra would be there for her.

Cyliarra would smile once again when Alice brought the ninja over with her. It was good to see her favorite slave was this generous, this ready to spread her love and control over others and reward them for being enveloped in her dark love. "Such a good girl... Of course the newest daughter should be given a reward... I'll add 'generosity' to the reasons that you're my favorite little slave..." She would whisper out, the words sending more shivers down Alice's spine, even more joy at finding other ways to please her Mistress. Cyliarra would hold her close, keeping the two of them near her heart, giving them warmth and love as she held them. She'd continue to pet her Alice, her little slave, her corrupt daughter of darkness, the young woman that she cared about more than anything else in the world. Then she saw Alice suckle up some of her own milk, smiling as she was brought in for a kiss. And she wouldn't fight a kiss from her favorite slave, drinking down that milk while pushing into Alice's mouth, still showing that she was in control, that she was the Mistress, but otherwise allowing Alice to do as she pleased, savoring the sweet taste of that kiss, her own eyes getting just a little hazy as she felt that corruption fill her as well. But she was okay, she was happy, and she was there to be Alice's Mistress, all that together kept her steady and left her free from worry as she drank her slave's milk.

The elf would smile as she listened to the words of her slave. She deserved to be happy? That was something that she hadn't even considered in so long. It had been years since she had thought about what would make her happy, instead focusing on what was needed or what she HAD to do rather than what she WANTED to do. "Don't fight my darkness... Happy..." She whispered to herself, the idea still seeming just a little odd to her after this much time. But then she'd part her lips, wrapping them around Alice's nipple and suckling happily, wanting more of that delicious taste while she listened to her slave's words. She couldn't fight her own love... the love that she had put into her favorite little slave. Perhaps it was time to let her own love into herself, to listen to her slaves and be happy and eager... And if it was to become the perfect Mother for her little slaves... for her wonderful children... then how could she not let her own love wash away all that misery that had built up over the decades. She wouldn't resist these ideas in the slightest. After all... why would she? They were the ideas of her wonderful slave, her favorite little Alice, her love... If there was anyone in the world that she would listen to... it would be Alice. She could feel the corruption flowing into her... she wanted to be their loving, dominant, powerful Mistress. Her heart would beat a little faster, her soul would fill with pure love, and she could see it in her mind's eye now. It wasn't a world of agents she wanted to build, it was a world of her loving, beautiful daughters. As their Dark Mother, intense and endless love for all those that belonged to her... she could see it now. Spreading her love across the world, making more and more of the lonely souls of the world her Daughters... giving them the love and affection that they deserved, the submission they needed, and a Mother that was worthy of them... That was what she had to be... The Dark Mother of Alice's world... there to love and care for them, there to teach them love, HER love, and the love for one another... These new desires surged through her, locking into her unresisting mind easily, her desire to make Alice happy and her trust in her wonderful slave helping those ideas on. She had to be happy to be the best Mother for them... she had to let her breasts control her... she had to be motherly, happy, and free from worry for her slaves... And while suckling on Alice's breast she'd nod a bit, drinking in more of that corruptive nectar, letting it fill her soul and build those ideas into her identity.

But before they could build that perfect world dripping in warmth, love, and obedience, she had to submit to her dark will. She had to let her breasts control her, and fill herself with her love... She had to give in to this warmth and wonderful feeling. The warmth started spreading through her as she gave in to that feeling completely, letting it wash away all those bad feelings, filling her with her own dark will. If Alice was paying attention she'd notice that Cyliarra's breasts would start dripping more milk, flowing just a little bit faster as all those negative feelings would flow out of her, a true and honest smile spreading across her face as she let herself be happy, let herself be with Alice, let herself be the Dark Mother that Alice deserved, the Corrupted Mother that would bathe the world in love and obedience...

"I love you too... My Dear Slave-Daughter..." Cyliarra would agree, her own body shaking in orgasm as she pulled Alice in even closer, kissing her deeply as her body shook with pleasure, milk flowing faster now, a content smile on her face even as her body writhed in ecstasy. And throughout it all she would hold Alice there, hugging her close, petting her, caring for her, wanting to give her that warmth and love that a Mother was meant to give. She was her slave, her lover, her Daughter... But what mattered most in all of it was simple. Alice was hers.

 

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She nuzzleld up into her amazoness strong shoulder, finally uncaring about the maelstrom of worries in the face of the simple truth that her real purpose was to serve her beautiful mistress, leaning into her petting hands and curling her soft wings around the two of them like warm, loving blankets.

"Ooh every day... you pamper me, mistress.. oh and don't worry, I doubt your cock could ever get boring for me." She enthused, just snuggling and clinging to Valerie a bit more while at it. Hmnn.. the idea of being enslaved by her strong, well hung lover daily.. it made Deva all giggling and jittery.
"Alright .. we win.. but hey, I can't help and hmnn.. stroke your ego now, can I?"
She purred, and daintily extended a hand to cup Valeries full, heavy balls..

"Hmnn.. nothing lewd.. just a relaxing massage to help my mistress feel good.. fill up with all those nice juices that make you strong and dominant and yearn for me and fill me up later.." She purred, expertly manipulating Valerie's sack, massaging and rubbing and encouraging the production of more of its sticky presents for her.
"Hmnnaah.. mistress, I want to attend you and serve you and that's one way to do it. ohmnn..cock-reward.. that sounds good.."
She purred, staring at the beautiful cock that owned her.. but right.. things to do first! With a gentle, careful kneading goodbye, she released her mistress heavy balls and nodded.

"By the way, thanks tomey...
I've given my tome a certain degree of freedom.. also set it up to teleport me to safety if ever I got enslaved. I figure the tome realized I was not.. in hrmn.. danger."
She purred, chuckling over to her more or less torn away dress, still nudely nuzzling to her majestic lover.
"Ooh mistress.. it'll be emberassing, but I look forward to worshipping you before all of your warriors.. as hinted, perhaps I have a friend or two that could be interested in your mighty amazoness folks too later.." Deva of course remembered the dream(?) including an icey and a shadowy friend joining in her cock-enslavement... Hmnn.. mistress smelled way better in reality though!

Deva nodded, and eagerly Salluted at Valeries suggestion, smiling, prying her eyes off of another wanton glance at Valeries beautiful shaft.
"Hamnn.. yes mistress.. I wont have to wait as long as you.. hmnn.. anticipation to suck your cock.. yes please.... hmnn you'll really fuck my mind again so throughoutly.. ooh I think I wont get tired of this for millenia...

Alright, anyway.. basically,..."
Deva folded her hands, considering.
"Let me start by explaining to the best of my ability the current situation. This is just speculation and it will be emberassing if I am not right. Anyway. Cyliarra is under the influence of a parasitic personality of another tomewilder, a shapeshifter and ancient insitgator that intended to in one fell swoop exterminate all other tome users and remove all limitations priorly placed upon his tome.

He was unexpectdly slain by a few survivors, albeit at the cost of their own lifes. However, he has priorly parasitically bound his personality to his tome... 'Cyliarra's. She too survived the tomes cataclism, due to her exeptional abilities with defensive magic, albeit at the expense of most of her memories. The tome she currently carries is not her own.. but his.

The will of the tome, as I will call this for now, corrupted Cyliarra's desire to protect in order to gauge on power and fully overtake her, but she proved resilient, the gathering of worlds is likely to channel a rebirth-spell of some sorts.

I am lacking a few details, but I can guess the rough approach the enemy is taking. I suspected this early on but have been narrowing down my preditions."
She folded her hands.

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"I dislike... hurting people. But some people do things that cannot be forgiven. So, thanks to my earlier cutting of Ius Victoria, I established that the tome Cyliarra uses could not directly act against me. Thanks to Cyliarra absorbing my shadows within the tome, I could restore the rules that once bound the tomes overwhelming power.
And finally, thanks to my nemesis summoning, if my predictions are right, Cyliarra's heart is now healing and the tomes influence upon her should fade rapidly.

This will not defeat the enemy, but it will drive them to extreme actions. It will force them into the open, force them to confront us, especially if it thinks both of us weakened, me as just your slave, and you, from fighting me.
I also theorize that there is a good chance I will be targeted, for the rules upon my book could be more easily undone.. for all we know and.. for anyone that doesn't understand just how happy I am as a good cockslut, I would seem like I am the only one weak enough to take over right now.

With my shadow-powers gone, my physical abilities are about that of a decently trained human, nowhere above, so I require your protection, mistress. I have a spell to defeat the creature once and for all, I just need... you to protect me mistress, as I confirm my theories, once I know I was right and the course to heal your stories.. mhmmnn.."
She purred, eyeing Valeries penis again, clearly remembering the earlier motivational-promise.
"Oh... of course those are just mostly guesses.. there are still a few things obscured in the shadows.. but I do not need to know all about my enemy, just all they want to do. If you are ready, mistress, we should go upstairs soon.. in my estimation, it should not be much longer before the anger and frustration of the entity hidden within Cyliarra's tome wins over their admittedly powerful mind and reason. Hmnn.. Tomie..."
She reached out, petting her tome and smiling. "If you can quickly show mistress Valerie the relevant things we've found out about Z along the way perhaps? Just the relevant intel.."

"The enemy we face is, to assume the worst case, a genius plotter and manipulator with patience to span centuries. To get them to manifest their full power but also expose themselves to counter attacks we ought to shock them.. could you disguise my beautiful mistress as the tome wielder Nathaniel? Whilest the ruse wont last for long, this should shake up our target for long enough to truly slip up, be they the real deal, just wicked memories of a tome, or a personality parasite clinging to Cyliarra..." She nodded.

"That would be my plan.. hmn.. mistress.. do not worry about Cyliarra, as long as I am here she will not die no matter what nasty things have happened to her.. uhmn.."
She looked at Valerie, almost as if looking for approval for a moment, blushing.
"My plan is good so far, yes?" The angel added, giving Valerie a strangely helpless-seeming, hopeful look with big, blue eyes.

 

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Valerie let herself relax now, holding her angel slave close, petting her gently, just savoring this moment as much as she could. Even now it felt incredible to her to have finally gotten what she had been training for, what she had been longing for, what had been her goal for over a decade. And she couldn't help but smile a bit when Deva wrapped them in those angel wings, enjoying the warmth, but more than anything enjoying the closeness that she had with Deva.

She didn't mind Deva clinging to her, holding onto her and rubbing against her, instead she would just continue to pet HER angel lovingly, enjoying how affectionate her wonderful little cock slut was. Though while they were cuddling, the Amazoness would reach down and give Deva's bottom a tight squeeze, just another small sign of ownership, another show of dominance, making sure that Deva understood that she was completely hers. She belonged to Valerie, and not only did that mean she commanded and pleasured her angel, it also meant showing that she was Deva's Mistress whenever the opportunity arose. "I'm sure we'll find ways to make it more and more interesting for you... my wonderful little Cock Slut..." She'd promise, gasping a bit and smirking as Deva cupped her balls, having to focus a bit to not ravage Deva right now. While she definitely wanted to fuck her Cock Slut once again, they also had to finish some things. It was easy to just indulge in pleasure all day, but Valerie wanted more than that with Deva, she wanted someone that she could keep, pamper, and love... To do that they needed to deal with whatever was going on around them...

"Mmmmmm... Beautiful... Even knowing how to encourage me like this... I think I'll use the fun we'll have to keep me going as well..." Valerie would promise, energy coming back to her quickly, her balls ready for another round all over again. She wanted to have fun with Deva, wanted to ravage her all over again, to play with her and fuck her proper again and again, to find new ways to bend her mind to that Cock that now owned her. All of those desires mingled together, and she'd channel all of that to fighting whatever was causing all of this, use her desire once again. Using her own desires had made her able to take Deva as her own, so she'd use it once again to beat down whoever would try and twist Cyliarra's heart to do evil.

"I figured this was what you wanted..." The Tome would answer, having learned enough about Deva to know that this was the kind of thing that would make her happy. And not just that it would make her happy, but it would help her focus, help her be confident, and help her be ready to face the problems that were coming to us. "I had wondered why there wasn't any sort of 'escape contingencies' going off in that fight... I had prepared for at least a few of those..." Valerie commented, glad to know that the Tome hadn't interfered in that fight, and more than happy to reap the rewards of what had happened.

The Amazoness would chuckle a bit when Deva mentioned that she might not get tired of this for a millenia, smirking almost knowingly. "I hope you won't be getting bored... My people live long... And apparently this whole 'werewolf' thing has extended my life even more..." If... No... WHEN they made it through this, they would have a lot of time ahead of them, a lot to do and a lot of fun to have... But first it was time to deal with all of this.

Valerie would stay patient, listening to everything that Deva had found out, occasionally she'd look surprised, thinking over the details and from her expression putting together a few things in her head. She'd close her eyes, thinking some ideas over in her head, considering Deva's theory and seeming to believe what she was saying. Deva was smart, clever, and very good at getting a grasp on things, so if she believed this was the situation they were dealing with, Valerie was more than willing to believe her. "I was afraid that she might be compromised... That's another reason I asked for her to free me... Because now I can act completely against whatever might be using her, without fear of her command getting in the way..." Then she would consider some of it some more before speaking, adding what little she could to this situation.

"Here's the thing... I think you're right... But something still doesn't feel right... When I was captured by The Rebellion... Lucifer mentioned something... Something about knowing they were all part of a greater plan. She said something about 'None of us can stop it, only hope to ally with it...' and that the 'Two from within will rise'... Yet Narcissus and the First seemed completely oblivious to it... It was as if she had seen the plan going on around them... But she acted like there were two different people involved in all of this... I think you're right that something has possessed Cyliarra's Tome... And that Cyliarra is being affected... But my gut says there's going to be more than one out there... Do you know of anyone else that might be working with this 'Master Manipulator'?" She would ask, unable to shake the feeling that Lucifer knew what she was talking about. The woman was pure evil, as any would guess, but there was a reason that she had been the strategist for both the Rebellion and for Cyliarra's agents. If anyone could spot greater machinations, it would be her...

Then Valerie would get a confident and determined expression, having said her piece and given what little extra information she could. "Heh... I guess we won't know until we get out there and force his hand, right? I'm ready... I just got the best Cock Slut anyone could ever ask for... I'm not gonna let some scheming asshole take it from me before I even get the chance to enjoy her!" She'd say, standing tall once again. And once more Deva could see that confidence in Valerie that she had seen when the two had fought earlier. She wasn't being arrogant, she wasn't acting as though she had no weakness, instead she just looked determined. As though she knew that she COULD win, and that she was ready to do everything possible to make that happen. The expression that told her that she was confident in her own chances, and that she didn't doubt her own ability, without drifting into overconfidence. This was a Mistress... a Leader... an Alpha... one that wasn't going to give up until the very last.

"I promise I'll protect you... if that's all it takes to stop this madness then I like our chances." She joked, cracking her knuckles a bit and patting Deva encouragingly on the shoulder, letting her know that she had done well, and that her Mistress would always be there to fight off anything that tried to harm her. Her Tome, meanwhile, would glow slightly and a beam of light would focus in on Valerie's forehead, the Tome imparting all the knowledge that it thought would be relevant to the Amazoness. "Zedekiah? That's the name? Fucking mouthful that is..." Though she'd scowl a bit as she thought about everything that he had done, clenching her fists and getting a new fire to her eyes. "Despicable... Utterly reprehensible... And a shapeshifter at that? Errr... Another addition to your plan then... We should be prepared for him to try shifting forms... He's been around or within Cyliarra for ages... If anyone could copy her perfectly it'd be him..." She advised, her years of tactical studying not going to complete waste.

Seeing that longing look, the needy expression on Deva, however, calmed her down and made her smile down at the adorable angel. "I think your plan is wonderful, my amazing little Cock Slut... You're brilliant, and I trust your plan. I'll walk this path to the ends of the earth knowing that you charted the path..." She told her, affirming that she had come up with something brilliant that she'd be happy to follow. And Deva would feel a swelling of pride and happiness flow through her from knowing that her Mistress liked her plan, that her Mistress trusted her, and that she had once again managed to please her Mistress. It felt good... right... rewarding... beautiful... perfect... to have found yet another way to impress her Mistress. Those feelings would pulse through her, almost encouraging her to work even harder, to do everything she could to make this work and stop Z... Because if she did, she knew that Valerie would be impressed... she knew that Valerie would reward her greatly... she knew that Mistress would give her such wondrous gifts for being such a perfect Cock Slut. It would all be working now to further encourage her to work and fight at her very best... to be the best she could be not just to save people, but to EARN the rewards Mistress would give her...

Deva's Tome would glow once again, this time the energy would wrap around Valerie, shifting her form, putting up an illusion that would impress even the Kitsune Goddess that Dura had met earlier...

For a few moments, Valerie would look like Nathaniel, exactly like Nathaniel at that. It was accurate to every detail that Deva had seen in the Tome Graveyard, and even the expression was almost a dead ringer for what Deva knew him to look like. It wasn't just their encounter in the graveyard that the Tome was pulling from, after all. It was also pulling from its own memories of Nathaniel, its first wielder having worked with him quite a bit during the war. Though after a few moments passed, Deva would actually see Valerie again, the Nathaniel illusion looking more like a transparent coat around the Amazoness. "I have adjusted it so that you and only you are able to see Valerie's true form... The illusion will likely only be seen through if someone uses their own Tome to pull apart the words used to break this disguise... So considering your plan, the disguise will only drop once they reveal themselves... The voice however I can not give the same effect to. When Valerie talks she will sound like Nathaniel even to you... If you would like me to change the illusion in any way, I can..." It offered. And Deva would feel a mixture of anticipation and fear from the Tome... on one hand it was eager to stop the one that had caused all of this, on the other it was afraid to face an enemy that it had clashed with before... to face one it had almost been sure had been defeated.

"Well? No point standing around I guess... Let's teach Zedekiah that hurting good people only leads to one thing... And get ourselves a happy ending..." Valerie answered, her voice sounding completely different thanks to the illusion, but that same confidence still radiating out of her expression and posture, ready to put an end to this once and for all...

 

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Alice made soft murring sounds under her mistress pettings. Enslaving someone to Cyliarra felt good.. but being cuddled felt even better, of course! Nice and warm and soft.. a deep, corrupted love that she happily shared with the Ninja-girl, even whilest giving Cyliarra a proud, loving smile in return, kissing and nuzzling her warmly.
Alice cooed, and felt the warmth drip from her bossom at Cyliarra's honeyed words of love, happy and comforted by the dark elf, her skin of pearly white up against a darker tone, as she reached out, brushing a hand along the Ninja-girls cheek to share with her this loving comfort.

It was strange, that right now, yes, Alice felt intense desire, but more so did she feel a loving need to soothe, and share this happiness with Cyliarra, instinctively she could feel a strange loneliness, even if she didn't know the reason for it.
And that was totally unacceptable! Couldn't have someone as nice as her mistress be sad! Nu uh!
Alice blushed and smiled and cooed at Cyliarra's mouth upon her bossom, a reversal of the scene just earlier, but still, it felt her with such wonderful lust and love to feel her beloved lips upon herself, a hand holding close, tightly, clinging to Cyliarra with need, even while caring for her... "Mother..."
Alice exhaled heavily.
That's what she'd wanted, that's whom she'd needed.. and in a way, Cyliarra loved her so much, that's what she'd be destined to become. It was a bit emberassing to admit.. but also very fulfilling.

In the end, Alice, who was normally always the talkative sort, struggled to speak, just happy being held there, holding onto Cyliarra, her lips locked with hers in an embrace that she'd be quite content to see never end.
"So glad to see you happy once more."
She finally said, extending a sluggish hand to tickle the ninja-girls belly. .. playful enough to show her she wasn't forgotten. "So.. what's next? This place is a bit of a mess.."
She mused, looking around. It seemed familiar. Almost familiar..
Oh of course she wanted to just hug and suckle on Cyliarra all day, but, she felt like.. "Maybe it is time to leave the past behind..? Find a place.. for you.. for me, for her.. for everyone lost and wanting.."
She considered, thoughtfully smiling..

 

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Luckily Valerie was both strong and disciplined.. else something about that warm, soft angelic body nuzzling up to her own muscular flesh might have been rather.. distracting in focus.
She mewled a little under Valeries squeezing, moving in subtly encouraging ways that spoke of years of experience as a submissive, and fluttering her wings ever so slightly.
"Oh just you wait, I got more encouragings planned later, mistress.." Deva teased innocently.

"When I.. left you, in the icelands, I was fully aware that you'd been attacked, taken, by the rebellion. I had a dark goddess from the lost people.. train me a little, this was why I was able to so readily resist you .. well beyond a point, I already anticipated you being used against me.. the goddess showed me a vision of you at a beach.. hmn.. I look forward to making it a reality, long story short."
Deva grinned, but relented when Valerie willed it, of course, ceasing her lustful caressing and encouraging of her mistress wonderful body.

Deva then grinned at Valerie. "Oh, more than likely, you would have dealt with an escape contigency, but every opening is an opportunity I can use.. but .. what mattered was never defeating me physically alone.. but mentally."
She chuckled.

"I don't even know how old I can get myself. On the one hand, goddess, I can live however long people believe in me. On the other, I am basically what mortal parts remained of Deva after ascending. I do age, if at an incredibly slowed rate. .. but enough about ladies ages."
She cleared her throat.

"Anyway. Yes, I am lacking some of the pieces, but I have enough to think I can deal with this.
Lucifer is a genius. I'd have a theory or two on who the second person could be, well, two theories, really.
The man worked with a Miss Dunkelra, but.. considering another thing I'd been involved in, she shouldn't be a big problem to deal with.

Another alternative is.. my shadow."

Deva chuckled. "This.. wanton destruction of stories for destructions sake... especially the involvement of a certain world.. it made me suspicious. Long ago, me and my partner at the time banished a great evil. Not kill, not destroy, erased. Oblivion. But such an act leaves a hole, a scar. The world demands balance. My existance.. how to put it.. has a negative. It was torn apart by .. actually another wolf-kin and the high priest of Artimediose but.. when I went to that world to investigate it, I didn't find a body."
She shook her head.

"Anyway.. aww mistress.."She blushed with the praise for being the best slut for her mistress cock.. of course! Mistress confidence was so.. arousing...
"Once we remove the cause, the degradations should reverse. And if not, there are always.. ways. Although it was not pleasant to try and stop this on my own.. I'm not on my own anymore."
She smiled under mistress patting.

"Let me worry about the shapeshifting, mistress. Shapeshifting has innate limitations. Either they can not perfectly copy abilities, creating false or weaker versions, or, if they can copy perfectly, they also copy weaknesses. We'll see what we deal with."
She theorized, before fidgeting and blushing deeply, lovingly at Valerie's affirmation, her wings fluttering almost like an excited puppy wagging it's tail.. she clearly basked in the praise more than she could shily hide, a happy smile on her lips. Yes, she wanted to impress mistress!

Poor Z. stood no chance!
Deva then chuckled at her tome, patting its.. binder comfortingly.
"All good.. and yes, if tomes are used to undo mistress.. err.. his disguise that's just fine by me.. Anything to occupy our enemies tome.. hmnn I guess the illusion is fine, no point making him look older after this much time.. he either rejuvenated himself.. or not."

Deva chuckled, before looking left and right in the tunnel, approaching the hole Valerie had dug down.

"Let me go first, mistress, the plan is to.. well, make it seem like I barely won. Be ready to strike at my signal, or if I am overwhelmed.. oh and, Mistress.. I know your bare hands, and moreso your magnificent, feral claws can do all you need.. but take Ius Victoria for this illusiory scythe.
You know how it works, whenver it cuts something, object or person, it can impose a two part condition upon that, with the severity of the condition proportional to the damage dealt, you will instinctively know what will and wont work.. it has three limitations I never told anyone, however:
First, it takes a will of steel to use.. it can't be stolen or used against you, but if you ever concede defeat, you lose control of it. Not a problem for you of course, my mighty mistress, but I still plan to win it back by sexually pleasuring you so much you surrender..."
She purred, allowing herself a brief joke to alleviate the situation.. wait.. that hungry, even if subservient look.. was it a joke?
"Second, you cannot impose conditions that are too similiar, or cannot be met.. you can't make someone love you genuinly, or bring back someone that died of old age, the usual things..

But, third and most important.. it cannot affect yourself or equipment you wear.. you cannot defeat yourself, so you cannot impose conditions on yourself."
"Anyway.. let's get to it, before anyone up there can grow suspicious, yes mistress?"
She looked up at the hole Valerie had dug.. now if she had her shadow-step it'd be easy to get out but...
"Ah errr.. heh, can you give me a boost, actually? This is a bit steep and err..."
She blushed, and whispered before nodding.. "Thanks!"

Then, She peered, scrambling outside, one hand holding onto a scrap of her dress and her tome, otherwise naked...

Not that she needed to be emberassed, looking around at the scene before her, which she'd chose to describe as 'mammarific'. "I'm back. Afraid to say, Valerie got knocked out.. which means I guess there really isn't anyone left to stop me now."
She smirked ever so slightly.

"Ruined my clothes AND somehow managed to break my Ius Victoria though.. I didn't even know that was possible.. oh well, I can mend it later, and little point breaking it if you already got hit by it... Now then.."
She stepped over to Cyliarra, clearing her throat at the cuddle-crowd, lying with comfortable ease and trusting Valerie to remain in the hole.. until her time. She knew her strong, loving mistress would forgive her for the deception of course...

"I'm glad you are happy, but I got a mess to fix. Your tome, pretty please." Deva demanded. "And if you ask yourself if I can take you even after dealing with Valerie,.. well, I am pretty winded, not gonna lie, I don't even want to know what training she had to go through....
Pretty sure I can't defeat you 1on1 right now...
But I don't have to now,do I? I just need to undo my summoning."
She pointed at Alice.. who looked at Cyliarra, with hesitant concern, and an attempt to comfort her.. the poor merchant barely knew what was going on, of course.

"She can be called back, of course. Any time, just the way she was when you met her earlier. Never changing, never ending. Never remembering. That is what you have done to the stories you took, that is the sin you committed. An inescapable hell that doesn't even feel like it.. because you are kind.

And one thing I dislike more than anything is to be cruel to kind people.. so don't make me. Hand me over your tome, willingly and I'll promise to leave you two be.. No need to be cruel after all, I've won."
Deva extended her hand, demandingly, making sure to add just a hint of gloating into her voice at the end. Not that she felt like gloating, but it'd be how her enemy would act in her position, propably. No one could suspect that she knew, until it was too late...

She hated torturing Cyliarra with even the possibility of doing this, of tearing lovers apart.. she never would, of course. But in between rekindling the dark loss in Cyliarra and demanding the tome be handed over, it would hopefully force whatever was puppeteering to finally come to the forefront.. only for her to reveal the undefeated Valerie in disguise.

That was the plan, anyway. Deva presumed that, Z, whoever else she was dealing with, at the very least needed the tomes power for it.. and even if they tried to take control of her now.. She had mistress Valerie. They would fail and she would kneel before her beloved and that beautiful cock.

 

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Cyliarra would hold Alice close, smiling earnestly for the first time in ages. This was what she had always wanted, to be with Alice and be happy. Every other detail around it was unimportant to her right now. She would kiss her wonderful little slave on the forehead, drinking from her and giving her milk in return. "My Love... I can't tell you how much I wanted this... wanted you... You are my slave, my love, my beautiful little Daughter of Corruption... Your mother is so happy to have you back..." And she would pet her merchant slave, nuzzling her, keeping her close to her heart, content to bask in this beautiful moment with her slave forever. Then she had to stop and think, think about what to do next, what to do now that she was finally happy. Sure there were all sorts of things going on right now, so many dangerous problems that she had been trying to fix... But at the same time... She was happy now, she could move on, she could build a new life, and there was someone here that seemed better equipped to fixing this problem... Deva did know what she was doing... Deva had beaten her... perhaps it would be best to leave this all behind? Meanwhile she could feel her Tome trying to talk to her, trying to tell her not to give up on this, trying to push her on. But for the first time in ages, she wouldn't listen to her Tome, she'd make her own decision. "What's next, my Love? Perhaps you're right... It may be time to move on from all this and be happy... with each other. And so long as I have you... I know that we'll be happy." She told her, petting her gently and smiling...

Meanwhile, Valerie was impressed by everything that Deva was prepared for. She listened and watched, observing the way her mind worked, how quickly she put things together now that she had the clarity of being a slave. "I knew you were a natural slave the moment we met... My dear little Cock Slut... And I'm so glad to be the one that gets to keep you, that gets to care for you, that gets to enjoy you." She would say, giving her final bit of compliments before she was transformed to look like Nathaniel. "Lucifer was a bitch... But a damn clever one at that. If anyone had the fullest picture of all this it would've been her." Val-thaniel would comment wondering who it would be that was working with Z. "Well if it's your shadow... All the darkness to be the opposite of you... The darkness meant to balance you... At least we know I can beat it." She would joke, putting on a confident smile at that... despite the idea worrying her. She had seen everything that Deva was capable of, seeing that in the opposite direction wasn't something that she wanted to deal with. But it didn't matter what she was hoping for, whatever they had to fight up there was coming regardless.

Val-thaniel would take a look at the disguise she had on, observing the details of what she looked like. "Heh... This guy doesn't work out enough, whoever he was... And well... a few other things are less impressive than mine..." She would joke, keeping the mood light before a big fight. There were way too many chances to get into your own head before battle, so you had to stop yourself from thinking of how things could go wrong.

She would take the Ius Victoria without arguing, knowing that it would come in handy in the coming battle. Then she would mentally note the way the weapon worked, holding onto it tightly. A more sinister person would be thinking of ways to use it for their own personal gain, but all Valerie was thinking of was how to reward and thank Deva later. And the best way she could use this to protect her and those around her. Though her eyes would widen just a little bit when Deva mentioned winning it back from her, surprised at the mixture of hunger and subservience in her expression. This... this was going to be exciting. Once again she knew she had judged Deva right... this was the perfect slave, the perfect cock slut, the exact type of angel slave that she could keep with her, that she could fight with, that she could take care of and be the right Mistress for. "Yeah I think it's time we get out there and teach whoever we're gonna fight a lesson." She'd say, chuckling when Deva needed a boost up, finding it more adorable than anything. "Sure thing... but it's not my fault if I admire you from below..." She'd note with a bit of a lewd smirk, boosting Deva up.

Up top Cyliarra would look over to Deva with surprise. Honestly she had expected Valerie to win that one considering what she had seen of the werewolf. Plus she knew that Deva had expended at least a little bit of energy fighting her. "That's... surprising actually. Though she doesn't give up so easily... You'll likely see her try again in a few years..." Cyliarra would comment, knowing that Valerie wasn't one to just give up when she was beaten. But as of right now there wasn't anything that she'd be able to do. "You've defeated me... Valerie... and it seems that Abaddon has been knocked out as well... There is little left to stop you." Though a part of her wondered if she could claim victory now.

Though that was when Deva revealed her terms, wanting her Tome, AND using Alice as the perfect answer to why Cyliarra would listen. The elven Mistress would look down at Alice, smiling confidently at her little merchant, letting her know that she knew what she was doing. "Don't worry my dear little daughters... Mommy can handle this. Just take a little rest and I'll be with you in no time..." And she'd channel some magical energy, weaving a spell over both Alice and the ninja, a deep sleep coming over them so that she could handle this properly, not wanting to worry them with something like this. Meanwhile her Tome was almost constantly glowing now, as though it were shouting again and again, but no one was listening to it. Cyliarra would sigh, tears welling up at the thought of being pulled away from Alice all over again, being left alone again, being unable to do anything about it. "You hold my very heart in your hands... And you have realized that... The questions are pointless when you know my answer..." And she stood up, making sure that her slaves were in a comfortable position, not wanting them to wake up from their slumber with an aching neck or something like that.

"Take it... I would sooner die than be separated once again... You win." Cyliarra would agree, pain in her voice at even the thought of being ripped apart from Alice all over again. Without even looking at the Tome she would pull it out and begin handing it over to Deva. But before she could give it over properly the Tome would begin to shake, glowing even brighter than before, opening of its own accord. Raw energy would seem to flow into the Tome from the Story around them, as though it were drawing on some sort of power from it, words beginning to manifest on hte ground before it.

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, flowing out of the Tome and creating someone, a woman's form actually, and one that Deva would recognize from everything that she had learned...

Sanguira's form would build itself out of the words, words such as 'ambition', 'intellect', 'anger', 'mockery', and 'pride' would build her, a dark aura surrounding her as her body formed, being expelled out of the Tome, a look of rage on her face as she was pulled from the Tome. Though as she was expelled from the Tome, Deva would notice the woman's own Tome forming in her hands, a book that was a dark grey with red designs on the cover, and she'd look at Deva, utter disdain in her expression as she stared at the angel. Though before she could even speak, Cyliarra would speak up. "YOU?! I THOUGHT WE ENDED YOU!" She nearly snarled, and at the same time Deva would feel the same anger, pain, and sorrow boiling in her own Tome, just as angered by the sight of the woman. But the Tome scientist would pay her almost no mind, staring Deva down before finally speaking. "You've done an EXCELLENT job of muddying our plans... After the last two defeats we had hoped to simply play this game in the shadows... But it seems a direct hand is needed... Hmph... Judging by your state, however, HE is not needed... I will be more than enough to cut you down..." Deva could tell what type of 'scientist' this woman was just by looking at her... The exact kind that would be trying to deconstruct entire worlds just to sate curiosity. "You've even reinstated the old rules in our Tomes... But... I am the greatest Tome Researcher to ever live... I will remove these barriers just as quickly as you've instated them... Once you are out of the picture of course." Though it seemed that Z still had no plans to make himself known yet... Not when Sanguira only saw two Tome wielders, one that was severely beaten down from two fights, and another who's Tome was near depleted. "I swear you will die this time... Once and for all..."

Though it seemed to be more pain that was driving Cyliarra now instead of rage, as though Sanguira's very existence hurt the elven Mistress deep down. However, the scientist would just chuckle. "How do you intend on doing that? And even if you did... Would that bring your little friends back to life? No... We've won... And now all it takes to ensure that is removing a troublesome little angel from the board..." And as she spoke, her own Tome began to glow, readying some sort of attack against Deva. It seemed that if Zedekiah had any plans on getting involved, he didn't want to show his hand just yet. He was still thinking himself in the advantage, and as such he waited. Don't reveal your entire hand all at once, even when you look like you have the advantage, wait until your opponent plays their trick, then play yours... "Wha? Deva... She's drawing some kind of energy from somewhere... I don't know how she's doing it, but her Tome is gaining power by the moment!" Deva's own Tome would inform, able to recognize the power surging into Sanguira's Tome...

Val-thaniel, meanwhile, waited from the shadows, waiting for the perfect time to unveil herself, and force them to play sloppy. She'd wait either for Deva's signal, or for the moment that things went too poorly to ignore. Either way, for now she'd wait and listen, glad that she had paid attention to Lucifer even while being attacked by the rebellion, as now they had at least a little bit of warning before they faced down two enemies instead of one...

 

[Pervy]

Alice was happily occupied cuddling up to Cyliarra, pondering what to respond upon what to do next.. it seemed that her warm arms were response enough for now.

Deva, meanwhile thought it was a bit weird hearing Nathaniels voice from Valerie. Very confusing! Poor angelslave! She coughed and blushed coquettely with Valeries joking, however!
She'd never been the type to get distracted before combat. It was a challenge, a game, something to be dissected step by step and overcome..

"I pretty much doubt Valerie will try again." Deva said, ominously, once 'upstairs'. The one thing that seemed to make Deva freeze, ever so briefly, was Cyliarra calling herself mommy whilest putting thet wo to sleep.. Alice trying to say something but, feeling this her mistress will, yawning and collapsing finally.

Deva stepped over to Cyliarra, smirking ever so slightly.. her expression only fading away to suprised shock when the form manifested itself, stumbling back.
"What? That's impossible.. I suspected a dark entity hiding behind Cyliarra, but a tome-wielder?"
She declared, and her own tome could read just a -hint- of arrogant amusement in Deva's shocked expression. "I didn't know you could hide whole tomes in other tomes...
But I guess hiding in Cyliarra's tome had the negative side effect of inflicting the rules I added to it on your tomes as well. P.. perhaps I have a chance of using that against my advantage!"
She tipped her chin, seeming contemplative.. of course, those that truly knew Deva, would also know just showing the words Sanguira had woven herself out of like she had was a dangerous opening..

"What? She's charging up an attack?" She gasped. "Oh nooo! She's charging energy up faster than my tired out body can react! And Cyliarra is too busy protecting herself and her beloved pets to help me.... I might be doooomed!"
Deva frantically declared, pulling two feathers from her wing and flipping open her boodk pretending to frantically write, one of the feathers fluttering infront of her
"Whatever will I do!!"
She declared, before raising two fingers.. if her overacting at the end hadn't made things clear, she didn't seem shaken at Sanguira's apperance.. Now, it was time to begin breaking down Sanguira. No matter how strong the individuals sould and mind, everyone had limits. And if you could fight for ten thousand years, there was always another day tomorrow.
Deva just hoped her mistress wouldn't despise her for what she'd have to do. Then again, Sanguira didn't mind trying to attack Cyliarra's emotions, so... yes. This was why sometimes she was needed. Because sometimes their kindness made even strong people like Cyliarra the target of evil that was to be feared.
That's why (aside from amazing cock-sucking, yay!) she was needed. Because evil and cruel people shouldn't get to do what they wished to do to those that were kind and weaker than them.

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"Wait. Why don't I summon Tannis? You left her behind in the wake of failure two I believe.. oh well, third times the charm!" She mused, tilting her head as if suddenly happening upon a realization, the feather exploding into a cloud of summoning energy.. to unashamedly put a certain assistant in the line of fire!

"Ooooh.. right Zedekiah isn't supposed to know that you left her alive, is he?" Deva taunted, scribbling into her tome slowly. "He'll propably make you kill her on the spot to prove your loyalty, right Sanguira? Well don't you worry.."
Deva smiled, and then pat-patting Tannis shoulder, something slipping from her torn-dresses magical pokets, she leaned up behind Tannis, her eyes piercing Sanguira's and for just one moment, there was something terrible within them. "I'll help you out."

She offered, before ramming a silvery short-sword through Tannis chest in one brief strike, one hand grabbing onto the girls hair, callously tossing her at Sanguira's feet.
"The strike was deadly, but she has a moment or two of suffering before she expires if you want to chit-chat. I mean you could always use your tome to resurrect her too. Then again, I might just use mine to suckle up her soul while you try that.. see how much juice I can squeeze out of her. What would you say?" Deva's eyes burned against Sanguira's gaze with a cold fire of scorn that felt almost tangible..."After all, you're the expert, right?"

Deva mused, one hand tipping her chin, before writing on in her own tome. "Now now, miss Dunkelra. You must control your anger or you wont control your power. "
Not bad advice of course. Then again, the angel-girl knew that Sanguira could likely overcome this shock given a moment, but by being told to calm down by the angel, in that very moment, it'd help to further strain her indubitably mighty, villainous will. Deva meanwhile extended a hand, invitingly, grinning at Sanguira. "How about this, you make sure to gather enough juice and give me one of your better shots, and I'll just stand here and read what I've been writing in my tome. Sidenote, I've been saving up some of my tomes power, for just this occasion. Drawing energy from somewhere? Mind if I do that too..."
Deva offered, focusing back on the same, twirling her feather. Obviously the book supplied the ink.

"Once upon a time, there was an angel..."
She began, only raising her glance to edge her opponent on. "Well? What are you waiting for? Don't let my encouraging make you worry if this is a trap or somesuch, I'm propably bluffing, after all, what could I've possible been holding back still to break you?
There has to be a limit to what power a single mortal body can contain after all..."

Deva mused, playing confident also for the benefit of Valerie.. she could still handle this, for now... as glanced down to her writing, trying her best to hide her tension. She regretted having to kill Tannis so cruelly, but it had been a matter of necessity, not just to unbalance Sanguira, but moreso to show them with how much ease she could revive the slain. That would help sell her next lie.. Nathaniel. That would help unbalance Z. And once he was unbalanced, with enough help, Deva could....
The hard part was finding the moment when the psychological guard of her opponent was down enough to parry her attack with a spell of her own. Circle of Salvation, healing magic of the highest grade that both revived everyone around her and teleported them. She just needed a good look, an idea of what Sanguira might use offensively, a moment to learn.. she'd learned about the crystal trap, yes, but she doubted that was the only trick in this ones arsenal.. plus she seemed smart enough to not try something Deva might have learned about.

Valrie was indubitably incredible strong, but she didn't like that Z. was still holding back. Sanguira's power aside, the mere existance of Tannis proved that she still had a heart, burried deep down, so even if Deva could use her spell twice, she'd not wish to target Sanguira with it. No. She had to be the one to take down Zedekiah. And she had to hit him with her final offensive spell.
But now, how to finish her psychological attack upon Sanguira.. what would drive a woman like her over the edge? Pride and Mockery and anger and.. ambition.. yes.
"Come on, get it over with, hun. I don't have all day to waste fighting a lap-dog. 'sooner we finish this exercise in futility, the sooner I'll get to face the real Mastermind of all this... you've got no idea how hard it is for one like me to find anything approaching an intellectual equal.."
She sighed, demonstratively. The stronger a mind, the harder was it to manipulate and twist to your designs. But everyone had a limit. Deva actually had to thank Lucifer for warning her and allowing her to mentally prepare.. and now she had to thank Narcissus.. what was that expression he'd made again? The expression of utter contempt. A conviction that he was superior and the one he was looking at was ones inferior.. ah yes.
That was the look she'd give Sanguira to seal her words.

 

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Cyliarra would get a legitimately concerned look when Deva mentioned that Valerie wouldn't be trying again, part of her terrified of what the angel may have done to her dear friend. But that worry was overridden by the woman that had just revealed herself, a person that made Cyliarra's blood boil just from looking at her. Sanguira meanwhile smirked at Deva, able to tell when one was feigning surprise. "You've reinstated the old rules... True. But you forget that I've spent decades studying these marvelous creatures... Tomes... Creatures that exist simultaneously with and without a soul of their own... Incredible weapons of power... The likes of which you fools only scratch the surface of! And how grateful I am to retrieve another test subject... As once you're dead your Tome will be ripe for experimentation... It's been far too long since I've had a living test subject." She'd chuckle, still having new theories that she was eager to try out, but considering their other plans, test subjects had grown more and more scarce. "We played by the old rules once... As did so many others... But who lived? Who survived? Who thrived? We did... I was the one that discovered how to break those rules... And now I will do so all over again once you PERISH!"

Well she certainly did enjoy hearing herself talk... And she had the air of smug confidence, of one that had won even while put in this type of setback. In her mind, this was the moment that all the hiding came to an end, years and years of waiting within Cyliarra's Tome, waiting for the moment that they could fulfill their goals, all of it was in a few short moments. Not only that, but she was confident in her knowledge being greater than Deva's. She had studied Tomes far longer than anyone else, and her experiments went so much farther than anyone else as she was willing to get her hands dirty in the name of discovery. Plus their plans went deeper, she had things that Deva couldn't know... had no way of knowing. That was where the advantage came, from the amount of knowledge she had over her opponent.

Though her confident expression broke when Deva mentioned, and proceeded to summon Tannis. She would look at her former research assistant, recognizing the woman almost instantly, fear creeping into her own expression as she saw someone she expected to never be seen again... And then she would make a quick but clearly worried glance over to Cyliarra's Tome, knowing that someone wouldn't be happy with this knowledge. "NO!" She'd scream in shock as Deva stabbed the woman that Sanguira had wanted to protect, the woman that she had hidden away forever in the hopes of her not having to be killed. She watched in horror as her assistant was tossed on the ground in front of her. "Tannis..." Though even saying that, Sanguira wouldn't reach down to touch her, looking at her fallen body with pain clear in her eyes. The moment that Tannis was brought here, Sanguira knew this was the only end result. Someone would demand her dead, someone that Sanguira wouldn't be able to stop. Whether that be Deva or Zedekiah it didn't matter, her being there meant that she would be removed.

Sanguira would then focus a little, a beam of energy shooting out from her Tome at the woman lying on the ground, a steeled look on the scientist's face. "The most I can do is make it painless... Someone would want you dead either way..." Even if she saved Tannis' life and defeated Deva, the woman would still be killed, so saving her and risking Deva taking advantage wasn't something that she could risk either. Then she heard Deva speak, looking up with an almost blank and dead expression "Control... my anger? Heh... Heh... Ha... Haha... AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Her cackling would echo through the room, a crazed expression on her face. "Hahahaha... Oh my... You really know nothing of the power these Tomes can produce... 'Control' my anger?! No... No I will FEED IT!" And as she spoke she seemed to almost glow, dark red energy swelling around her and funneling into her Tome.

Though her eye would twitch when Deva said that she wasn't an intellectual equal, the red aura growing a little, the angel clearly touching a nerve, particularly when she hit the scientist with that expression, one she had seen once or twice before... The expression given to her by her 'peers' when she tried to present her own theories on Tomes... The expression that made her want to tear down all of reality around them and make them pay for questioning her words. "You want an 'equal'?! How about instead I show you... A BETTER!" She snarled, her Tome draining an incredible amount of power before unleashing much of it in a near

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Deva would see the world almost start to fade around the two of them. The room they were in, the manor around them, even the ground seemed to become replaced instead with... words? Actually everything around her was replaced with words, floating in a seemingly endless void. There were words swirling around and around, above them, below them, some floating above, some below. And strangely enough it seemed that Deva was standing on nothing? She could feel solid ground beneath her, but looking down would just show her the void full of words. The only other person that she could see in this space was Sanguira, rage in her eyes as she stared Deva down. But the world wouldn't be the only thing that had faded out of existence around the angel... Her Tome would seem to be gone as well. It disappeared from her hands, and she couldn't see it anywhere around her. At the same time... she could feel it, as though it were somewhere close. Though she did still see Tannis' corpse in there with them, and Sanguira standing with rage in her eyes. "Welcome to a world I am more... accustomed... to." Sanguira would say, still holding her own Tome, still glowing a red aura as it fed power into her own Tome.

The void around them was full of seemingly random words. "War, Love, Hate, Death, Life, Care, Sorrow, Fight, Tomes, Stories, Save, Protect, Suicide?, Abandoned, Alone, Friends," all sorts of words flying around them, sometimes too fast to read, some larger than others, some moving incredibly slow. "Tsk Tsk... Don't get too distracted now... I have an angel to kill after all... And I can't do it without YOU!" Her Tome would begin to glow, and suddenly a word would come flying out of the void, as if pulled there by Sanguira's Tome. The word 'Pain' would fly at Deva, moving at high speeds. And if Deva didn't dodge it, the word would almost seem to sink into Deva, causing a flash of pain all throughout her body, this one feeling like the pain of a hard kick directly to one's head, as if she'd been kicked by a horse. If she dodged it, however, it would fly off into the void, colliding with other words and causing a chain reaction of many different words flying out of place where they were before.

No matter what she did, however, Sanguira would have used the time to pull in the words 'Protect', 'Guard', and 'Safe' from the void, pulling them inwards to create a small barrier around her, rushing forward with her Tome in hand, this time going for a more traditional attack and shooting a ball of fire at the angel, the shield around her opening up to launch it straight at Deva.

It would seem that Sanguira wasn't exaggerating when she said that she was accustomed to wherever they were. But where were they? To Deva it would feel so alien, yet strangely familiar, like she knew something about the space that she was trapped in... But at the same time, Sanguira was trying to keep the pressure up on her, trying not to give her too much time to think, trying to keep her on the defensive while they were in this world. Though Deva had succeeded in something, Sanguira was enraged and wasn't thinking too many steps ahead, instead just attacking Deva again and again in the hopes of getting a hit in. Had she been thinking ahead, she would've instead tested Deva's defenses, she wouldn't have played one of her biggest cards so early, two of them actually. And not only that... but Deva would find that her healing spell could still teleport them, and could still revive Tannis and get both the assistant and herself out of wherever they were. They weren't stuck, not entirely... Whatever Sanguira had done, she hadn't placed any wards to keep them there... Almost like she expected Deva to be helpless? Like she had assumed Deva would have no options once she was separated from her Tome...

 

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"You spent decades with them and yet they're only weapons to you?" Deva added, disappointedly. "Anyway.. if you measure your sucess by the persistance of your life, this will be all the more decisive." She smirked, dangerously. And without her hat obscuring her features, there was an ever so subtle smirk upon her lips as Sanguira laughed and fed ever more power to her tome in a maddened rage.

"Oh hey.. Wordscape. This is neat." Deva mused. Even if she loathed her enemy, she couldn't contain her curiosity about their powers. She poked the 'non-existant' floor with her foot, squeezed her hand against her tome. So only her eyes were affected. This was not an illusion undone with true-seeing, she knew instantly, this was more like a different reality layer, it felt like.

"Circle of Salvation"
Deva declared, teleporting away in a flash as the painful word flew at her, reappearing behind Sanguira, watching the word float off... even as Tannis was returned to life, as if her death had never happened. "My most powerful magic can break through tomes.. unless they specifically reinforce them. Even then, I can use my tome to undo the magic restricting them. Tannis can be returned to life.. of course we know it's only temporary, I just wanted to demonstrate this to you, see if you can make the connection."
Deva mused.. only to be fireballed, going up in flames, stumbling backwards.. and chuckling, taking a step forward, even whilest biting her teeth in pain. "Quicken magic. Automatic Itensify spell: Cure Critical Wounds"
She panted ever so slightly still after healing from the fiery blast, but that was actually not from the fire.. her circle-spell was taxing to use and even if her being compeltely exhausted fighting against Valerie had been a bluff, she still really wanted a nap right about soon. Hmnn ontop of comfortable strong wolf-mistresses ideally..

"My circle of Salvation teleports me through planes, so I presume you partially shifted me to a world within your tome to disable me. I got lucky that you fell for my provocations this easily and tried to hurt me first thing. Had you followed up the shift with an immediate planar lock, I'd have been defeated."
Well, she'd been forced to use her final trumpcard on Sanguira.. and that could have gone bad.

"Judging by the amount of power drained from your tome you cannot use this Wordscape Shifting -cool name for it yes?- in short succession. I'd counter-attack now, but of course you protected yourself from attacks. Which is good by the way, as it innately tells me you can be harmed, even if you were to drag someone back into this world. Offense, followed by immediate defense.. the hallmark of a coward. You seem to be an atavistic caster, channeling your rage into power. Effective and propably a higher class technique than anyone here can use, but it must cause a strain on your body and mind to use consecutively... meaning if you were pushed your mental state and thus your tomes abilities would decline.
Shot in the dark, but did Zedekiah help you research this kind of ability? He seems apt enough to manipulate you into using it, only to use the cracks forming in your sanity to mold you into his perfect assistant and soldier..."
Deva theorized.
She didn't see Sanguira as a monster. Oh sure she was monstrous, but as long as Tannis existed, she could be turned back. And even if her hopes were misplaced, even the smallest wedge between Z and Sanguira was a greater victory right now than physically hurting either of them.

"Finally, you seem to think that isolating me into this world without access to my tome would weaken me sufficently, meaning that likely, you rely far too much on your tome. If someone were to wrestle it from you, you'd be far less of a threat.."
She theorized openly, caring only about one mistress hearing it really.
"Furthermore, judging by your attack strength so far, you wanted to see me suffer rather than immediatly killing me."
Deva concluded, opening her tome.

"I think miss Sanguira fails to misunderstand the situation. Tomey, replay what I said when I ascended towards the mansion."
She requested.

"I know you can hear me. I'm coming, so lower your magic and I wont have to get.. rough. It wont stop me for long, anyway." She declared, as she ascended... "There is no hiding forever, not with all the things that you've done. I know you tried to make the world better, but look at what you have become."

"That wasn't ment for you or Cyliarra."
Deva chuckled, lifting her tome to have it's pages flip forth and back quickly.. it was just a cosmetic effect she requested, but it'd distract the book-fetishest!

"I did not come here at an arbitrarily chosen point in time. I came here after eliminating every possible way to victory for either of you. Sanguira. In your boasting, I can read your fears. Let me ask you this."
She declared, a soft, golden glow emanating from her tome at her mental request.

"That you were the ones that survived is true, yes. But that you are the ones that are currently -alive-, that those that died were forever gone and could not be brought back, that you won by mere virtue of surviving..

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She declared. "Where Cyliarra dedicated herself to defense and you dedicated yourself to knowledge and power. I spent almost all my life, fighting suffering itself. I presume you have already figured it out... but a part of you refuses to accept the reality. If I can revive Tannis.. then just how far back can my revival magic reach? A hundred years.. two hundred? To different planes? All the way.. to the Tome-Graveyard?

Oh I know, it has a guardian. It has rules. Even if I had a diamond mine and a centuries time to cast True Resurrection and Miracle I couldn't revive anyone from the Tome Wars, right... but turns out.."
Deva chuckled. Nathaniel never would. Because she never would. But these two.. they had tried to bend the rules all their life. By their nature, they'd want to believe her next lie...
"He created her, so obviously he set up a little loophole, for himself."
Deva emphatized, slowly. In reality it wasn't as much slow as she was mentally linking to her tome.

In a moment, please teleport Valthaniel in here like he would appear if he used his tome, with you disguising as his tome in his hands whilest leaving me with an illusiory copy of yourself.. yes, yes, I know that will leave me incredibly vunerable, but the instant he appears this tome-lover.. no.. what she does has nothing to do with love..
She will check his tome, even if only superficially, to see if it has a tomes defenses.. my guess is that if it registres as a real tome she will be too shocked to dig further or even think about checking mine in the time being.
Also, please hold a Dimensional Anchor prepared to use on Valerie if Sanguira tries to charge that same attack up twice.. I think it partially pulls me into her tome or whatever, it shares characteristics with translocation magic so an anchor spell should delay or stop it...
You know, when I made Circle of Salvation I never believed it'd truly save my fluffy butt one day, really happy here and trying to supress it.. Can't use that spell for a whole day but well spent!
Oh and do tell Cyliarra this is just an illusion if you have the time and focus, I dun wanna get her hopes up. Oh and maybe she can protect-sleep Tannis too.. I hate to have to do this to her, but it was a sacrifice for drawing Sanguira's abilities to the fore.. she'll forgive me, in time, if I let her teacher.. survive. Then again, maybe it'd be better if Cyliarra took care of her...
I mean Sanguira, that is. Both her and Tannis.. don't tell her yet though. I bet it'd be fun for her, the ultimate mercy. Plus Cyliarra has to make up for her own fault in this happening, she'd been taken advantage off, yes, but there was something to take advantage of, so she will feel like punishing herself forever unless I come up with a punishment for her.. Anyway!
I knew the instant I saw the tome-graveyard that no one could ever leave it, and the only way to make it such would be if the spells architect stayed behind too.. Nathaniel likely knows that if he build a loophole in, others could leave too, eventually. But these two...
Deva had observed Dunkelra's abilities, and whilest she might have some more nasty suprises, she was now confident her mistress could handle them.
It was time to meet the architect of destruction.

Huh that was a really neat nickname actually. She ought to share it with Valerie or this fighting-goo servant of Cyliarra's that'd snatched Maya...
Actually Tomey.. three more requests before this battle is over, two now, one later. The last three things you'll have to do for war.. and with the final request, hopefully, we shall soon be victorious.
Sorry if this is straining, but we saved your powers up for this moment, didn't we?
Deva smiled, genuinly, with just a hint of sorrow. First, open a link to the tome graveyard, contact it's guardian as a medium. Not physical, but a message should reach them, right? Let Nathaniel.. all of them see what's happening here.

Second.. before you teleport over. I'd like you to introduce Nathaniel with a little song of his own, to really drive the point home to these two bastards.. we need them to believe in the lie until Sanguira get's a suprise-punch by misunderstanding Nathaniel. Plus I want to see if I can make Sanguira's head explode with pure rage...

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"Now Sanguira. Let's see if you can draw as much power from your fear as your rage! Behold now in your powers lust, all your deeds turned into dust!" Deva declared, bending her hand downwards to cover her crotch with her tome and push the other up against her chin, leaning back with a casually-bored stance, despite the intensity of her gaze. Perhaps posing like this would also enrage miss Dunkelra further. "Nathaniel! She's reasonably weakened now, let's take her down and then finish this off two on one!"
The mere phrasing should have made clear to at least Valerie, if not her and Cyliarra that this was just another ruse, designed to pull Z. out finally. Deva meanwhile smirked, still standing in the nude, if perhaps modestly obscured by one wing, not to distract Nathvaniel too much.

Deva also kept her eyes pealed. if Zedekiah manifested himself like Sanguira had, it was finally time. She lifted her right hand, covering one eye, the left eye unblinkingly focused upon her foes. The downside of the spell she wanted to use was that Zedekiah could well win while she was still preparing it. This was the most dangerous stage of the plan. Hopefully, Nathvaniel would buy her some time observing her foe...

 

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"These Tomes are whatever we choose to make them... And I have chosen weapons beyond the power of anything ANY could ever imagine! Weapons that can breach the binds of reality itself!" Sanguira would shout, gloating now, delighted by the discoveries that she had found for these creatures over her centuries and centuries of life. "They are a catalyst, they are ammunition, they are a shield and a sword, they are the strongest form of magic, but that's what I see them as... He sees them as all of that and more... He sees them as a key..." She proceeded to gloat, seeing even the world around them as a testament to their successes, to their discovery, and to her own brilliance.

Though when she cast the Circle of Salvation, Deva would find herself leaving the wordscape... and being pulled out of her own Tome? She'd find herself, Sanguira, and Tannis pulling out of her own Tome slightly, and the wordscape would... only slightly fade around her. She'd still be able to see the words, as though they were a shadow, or a ghost of the wordscape sitting in the world around her. She had left it, but as it stood, a shadow of it would linger, the experience of entering a Tome's soul taking a bit longer time to fade. Thankfully the wordscape of her Tome, her Tome's soul, wouldn't be able to be manipulated, so Sanguira wouldn't be throwing any more words at her.

She'd smirk as her fireball hit its mark, her smile widening before breaking into another insane, cackling laugh at the pain inflicted on Deva. Even if Tannis was brought back to life, even if Deva had demonstrated that the death was nothing, she knew the young woman was still functionally dead. Once she was victorious, Tannis would be killed... and so that didn't do anything to soothe her rage at Deva bringing the woman into this, instead she just continued channeling her anger, using it to feed her Tome energy, giving it the power it needed to cast the more complex and demanding spells. "Bring her back from the dead all you wish! You've murdered her by bringing her here! And now I will take a life from you in turn!" She would shout, her red aura growing once again, her Tome pulling it in and glowing some more as it received even more power.

Sanguira would raise an eyebrow when Deva implied that her partner had been manipulating her by helping her discover this form of power. "Bah! And so what if he did help discover this power? We have both given much up for the sake of claiming the victory we deserve! This is the power that would shake gods to their very knees! He is not manipulating me! He merely assisted in my studying, we have both found powers unimaginable! Besides... Why would I not wish to work with one of the select few that were there when these Tomes were discovered?! Why would I ever let that information go to waste?!" Well even if Sanguira wouldn't agree to it, it seemed that Deva's theorizing had been correct. Zedekiah was heavily involved in teaching the woman the powers she was using now, teaching her the use of her stronger emotions to fuel the costly spells that Tomes had. Once the rules had been shattered it was easier, many spells were less costly, but now that Deva had reinstated the old rules, she had to use her old abilities and all the limits that came with them. "Ask your pathetic friend Cyliarra just how powerful my abilities can be! Her allies would answer for her, but the other two are... well they won't be in any position to answer you!" Though she hadn't been the one to deal the killing blow to either of them now that she thought about it, her job in that battle had been to hold them off while 'K' prepared the power needed to gain their victory. And it would've worked too had it not been for Cyliarra's own dedication...

Deva's Tome would seem to hear her orders, but it'd struggle a bit to play that message to her and Sanguira... It would take a moment, and after focusing the message would actually boom out around them, being far louder than the Tome had expected it to be, the Tome still recovering from having two different people in its soul at once, needing a moment to recollect itself.

Her eyes would widen, the first time in this entire encounter where she looked genuinely worried, when Deva mentioned that she could potentially bring others back from the dead... bring back someone such as Nathaniel. It couldn't be possible... the two of them had already tried pulling useful people out of the Tome Graveyard, they had tried to bring some of them back to life, if for nothing else than for test subjects... But they hadn't found a way to crack into it... Yet... A loophole that Nathaniel had built specifically for himself... that sounded plausible. "N-No... That self-righteous prick wouldn't... But..." She despised Nathaniel... but that was the exact type of plan a Tome Researcher would concoct. One that left them out of play until the exact moment they were needed... one where their enemies wouldn't expect your sudden appearance... "HE IS DEAD! HE CAN'T COME BACK! WE MADE SURE OF IT!" She'd snarl at even the idea that the angel had found some way to bring him back, her aura growing in intensity once again, hating the man to her very core...

Deva's Tome would be able to respond mentally though, not being as loud as when it had played Deva's message. "You want me to be with her instead? And no... Sanguira does not feel 'love' towards my kind... I think she had to stop seeing us as people long ago to experiment on us... Alright... I'll be in Valerie's hands if that's what you wish... Just... Just be careful ok? A link? I think I can do that... after we went there ourselves I can link to the Graveyard... And music? If that's what you think will work, then I'll do it. I've already sent Cyliarra the information about this... Sorry for not telling you... But I know how she'd react to Nathaniel being alive... It would've disrupted your plans... She'd likely say something to test if it was really him without thinking... Be careful..." The Tome trusted Deva completely... it knew that she had the best chance of victory here, and so it would follow the angel's orders to the letter, ready to take down the two of them however they could, and maybe even be finished with war in its entirety.

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It certainly hoped so... But for now it focused on its energy on fulfilling Deva's request. And when it did so Deva would watch the phantom wordscape around her change. Words like 'Pain' 'Suffer' 'Abandoned' 'Fear' and similar words would shrink down smaller, while words like 'Hope' 'Kind' 'Help' 'Protect' 'Friends' 'Heroic' and similar words would grow... And the Tome would use its energy to link to the Guardian of the Tome Graveyard...

The Guardian would be tending to the entrance area of the graveyard when her own book would open, flipping through madly as a message reached her... Then she'd close her eyes and focus some energy on it, projecting the message into the air, large enough for all in the graveyard to see. And with a little more concentration she'd manage to even give it form, almost as though they were directly watching the battle now, an image of Deva facing off against an image of Sanguira, the battle around them brought to life with her power to allow them to watch. Before long many more would be gathered to watch the battle, the leaders of Light and Dark watching, their people all intently viewing the battle, many confused as to how this came to be, but all wanting to know what was going to happen... Though the Guardian would notice two missing from this entire viewing...

Nathaniel would show up soon though, literally dragging Spera by her arms to the center of it all to watch what was happening. And when the young woman saw what was happening, she smiled just slightly, knowing that her Tome was there still trying to do good, and that maybe Deva had finally figured out how to do better than she had ever done. She would stop trying to pull away from Nathaniel now, standing to watch, something finally pulling her out of her sorrow, if only for a few moments as she felt something stir that she hadn't in years. A hope that things might finally be over. Nathaniel meanwhile smirked, having gone through a lot of trouble to drag his friend down here, knowing that it was exactly what she needed to see. He'd pat his guardian on the shoulder in thanks for relaying this message the way it needed to be, for all to see. Then he'd smile up at the battle going on, wanting to see Zedekiah get exactly what was coming to him. He'd lean his back against a pillar and cross his arms, watching the fight intently, his smile fading as he intently followed what was going on, hoping beyond hope that Deva knew what she was doing. And with that, the entirety of the Tome Graveyard would grow silent, all of them watching this, knowing there was no way they could get involved, but refusing to miss what would be the true end of the Tome War, and many suspected the age of Tomes in its entirety, for better or worse...

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"I REFUSE! IT'S IMPOSSIBLE! HE'S DEAD! HE HAS TO BE!" Sanguira would near scream now, not even able to focus on attacking Deva now that she had been driven even more insane at the thought of Nathaniel being alive. But as Deva gave the signal, a burst of light would appear between the two of them, shining brightly as Valthaniel would appear between the two of them, looking like Valerie to Deva, but judging by Sanguira's shocked expression, looking exactly as she pictured Nathaniel to be. He stood between the two of them, scythe in one hand, and disguised Tome in the other, Deva's Tome appearing to be a light grey color now as it disguised itself in Valerie's hands. It would even do everything it could to brief the Amazoness on what she needed to know, feeding her even more information to make this work. "Hmph! I think you mean it's 'improbable'... Then again I suppose I can't expect much from you if you were really dumb enough to think I was dead." And Sanguira would recoil in fear, nearly falling backwards at the sight of the man, her aura of rage spiking hard, her expression growing even more insane as she looked upon someone that she truly and honestly despised.

And while she was recoiling she'd fire some energy out of her Tome directly at Valthaniel, knowing it was something that he would only block with a Tome... And the energy would be deflected by Deva's Tome, the deception working perfectly as Sanguira's eyes went wide. "NO! DAMN YOU! DIE! DIE! DIE! YOU AND YOUR PATHETICALLY SMUG LOOK! WE OUTSMARTED YOU! YOU SHOULD BE DEAD! YOU SHOULD BE WRONG! YOU SHOULD BE A FAILURE! DIIIIIIIIIIEEEE!" She screamed, launching spell after spell, some from her Tome, some of her own magic, her aura of rage growing bigger by the second, her fireballs and other spells flying would seem far stronger now, but much more unstable. One of them would even blow up in her own face, and the only reason she wasn't burned was her Tome would be able to absorb the energy in to protect her...

Valerie would meanwhile rush forward, dodging most of the attacks, blocking the ones that looked as though they may strike Deva, trying to get in range of Sanguira, pushing her back in doing so. All of Sanguira was focused on Nathaniel now, as though she had forgotten that Deva was even here. Though that also meant she forgot Cyliarra was there, so as she tried to back up away from Nathaniel she'd find shadow tentacles trying to grip her legs and hold her still, tripping her. While the elf may not have had a lot of power, she knew she could make things more difficult for Sanguira, and she couldn't just sit back and do nothing... However Sanguira would break away, using her Tome to get further away, pure animosity in her expression now that Nathaniel was before her. Though before she could speak again, she was distracted by shadows starting to be pulled out of Cyliarra's Tome again... and this time she'd smirk ever so slightly, remembering that she had an ally in this scenario. Shadows would be pulled from Cyliarra's Tome, energy forming in front of it, but rather than just coming from Cyliarra's Tome, some of it was also being pulled out of Cyliarra, darkness flying out of her and her Tome to create something, and this time Deva would see no words flying to create this form, as though it were hiding them, or as though it changed so much that few descriptions held any meaning for it. But before long a person would form out of the darkness,

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Zedekiah stood, gripping a sword in her hand, apparently taking on a female form as of right now. Her eyes were cold, emotionless, analytical, as they quickly looked over the battlefield, seeing Nathaniel and Deva, the only sign of emotion being her lips curled into a frown right now. "Hmmm... Finally... That elven idiot's soul was so confining..." In her other hand was what was likely Zedekiah's own Tome, a pitch black book that almost seemed to radiate power... "You even reinstated the rules in my book... Clever. Majority rules I suppose. Sanguira... Stop focusing on Nathaniel. That's what she wants... Disrupt this angel, she's casting something..." Though as she said that, Zedekiah instead turned to Cyliarra, the slightest hint of anger in her expression as she looked down at the elf, holding the blade up to her, knowing that Cyliarra wouldn't have enough strength to stop her properly. "You don't know how long I've wanted to do this... How long I wanted to end your life after you meddled in our plans last time... You couldn't even be a good, easily manipulated host... Oh I want you dead... But I want you to suffer first..."

With that she'd pull her sword away, facing Deva, locking eyes with the angel. "But you... In you I see potential... You are so close... So close to understanding. Yet you tie yourself to all of these insects around you. You treat them as people... But they are not people. 'Isa' 'Robyn' 'Alice' 'Valerie' and so many others... They are not people... They are figments of fiction. Do you ever wonder why the Tomes see you and I as people, and others as an amalgamation of words? It is because we are real. We are more. Even the Tomes recognize that they are not truly people, not like you and I and Sanguira and even Cyliarra... We are people, we are wielders, we are real. Them? They are false, fake, artificial, words masquerading as a person... Hurting them, manipulating them, killing them, it is akin to simply writing 'And then they died' in a book. Nothing is lost. Why do you think we are here? Pages Unfold. The unfinished story. Has your Tome mentioned it to you yet? That this place feels real? That this place is not words? This place has no ending... We have another word for that which has no end. Infinite. There is infinite potential here... Power that would allow us to ascend to a level beyond godhood. Power to ascend even beyond this reality... Beyond these Stories. This is the power I seek. The power Sanguira and I will take. And all it takes is unfinished stories... Stories where these fake people sit trapped in that which is infinite, that which has no end... Fake suffering from fake people to give real people real power... An easy trade off where no one of value is harmed..." Zedekiah would explain, not gloating to Deva, but almost as though she were offering it to the angel, as though she were explaining the facts of the world and what was the only 'right' choice for Deva to make.

"But I drone on. I have been unable to speak for decades... Do not make me end your life. I would hate to lose two REAL people today." Though with that she would start walking towards Deva, Nathaniel quickly jumping in the way to hold Zedekiah off. "Come now Nathaniel. We both know that I was your better in combat." And with that she'd begin to take a swing, only to be surprised when Nathaniel dodged it faster than she was expecting, kicking her in the stomach and knocking her backwards, trying to follow up with a slash from Ius Victoria, but Zedekiah would jump further back, surprise on her face at that technique. Though before Valerie could say anything, a fireball would hit her from Sanguira, not able to dodge this time with her focus on Zedekiah. It wouldn't knock her down though, she'd just turn to see Sanguira, finally collecting herself to fight back, the two of them advancing on Valerie, but Deva would be able to tell that neither of them were really focused on fighting "Nathaniel", they were after her, Zedekiah being smart enough to know that leaving anyone alone to build up spell power was a terrible mistake. Valerie would fight the both of them though, punching and slashing, trying to keep them back, slowing their advance slightly, but the two of them both wielding Tomes would be difficult to keep up with for long...

 

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Deva's greatest regret in facing Sanguira was her tome. It likely had to be put down, like a rabid animal. Nothing fed with so much hatred could remain unscathed. Perhaps she could shunt it to the twilight paradise, and heal it over the eons... worth a try. Under supervision of an Aeva that was incapable of abusing it of course. One of Uvi's bloodline perhaps.

It was interesting tomes could be fueled by emotions though. This knowledge would assist Deva in something she wanted to request soon. Help. Sorry if this is exhausting to you.
She noted her tomes distress.. so sealing someone in a tome also served to weaken them. Hold on for now. I can't give you much of my magic, I might need it all.
Heh.. all good tomey.. and... I'd say, 'don't worry about me' but so would you and we both would know it'd be a lie.
So don't worry too much. I have a plan and.. well, if it fails, there wont be reason to worry. But I wont fail, not with my mistress here.
Deva smiled, briefly, not at all mad to her smart, gentle tome. Why would you ever limit yourself to using the poor things as nothing but a weapon when they could be so much more useful as companions, even if you only saw the utility of a matter?

Sanguira charged up more and more of her power.. it would have intimidated most, but Deva knew that with releasing so much also came a certain weakness.
Sanguira's pure rage made even Deva, weathered as she was by the years shirk back a little.. deep down she didn't like shouting, or being shouted at. She also had faith that Sanguira was defeated.. not physically, oh no, she was still a powerful factor that could potentially collapse this entire world if she so chose... but psychologically. Her most dangerous weapon, her indubitably keen mind going to waste, just like her greatest 'Weapon', her tome.
One problem down. Valerie should be able to deal with her with relative ease, even without a tome now.
Deva thought, in relief, her eye still covered. It was good Valerie protected her. Yes, she could heal out of a fireball, or a half dozen, or even survive a deadly blast of pain with her contingency healing from earlier..
But she really had to concentrate for this one.

And then the darkness itself pulled out of Cyliarra. Deva had sensed it, suspected it.. in the end, it turned out both of the possibilities had been right.
"Tomey, dismiss the illusion and come back."
The first blood on Zedekiah had been all she could have hoped for in this one, and more. The brief confusion of Valerie turning back to who she was, this beautiful, strong.. sexy... err..
That would be enough of an added bonus. "I know of what you speak, of course, Zedekiah. The feeling, anyway. An old friend once put it like this.. It's hard to run the race, when you're faster than anyone else. I've been through so many stories, seen them make the same mistakes, over and over."

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"I guess that's the reason why I'm so rarely shocked or excited, and keep looking for even the smalest unusual thing of interest. You know, the way a caterpillar wiggles when it walks through the sunlight. A colorful new butterfly. The way a snake lies in the sun.
I think the difference between our approaches is simply.. empathy. I like to imagine that caterpillar is happily prancing about, that the butterfly is having a good time, that the snake likes it warm.
I am fully aware that I might be delluding myself, whereas it is quite evident when something is suffering, happiness is something far more etheral. A smile, a hug, an aroused cock. Heh.
The thing is, if I was someone below a great being such as what you aspire to be. Do you think I'd want to be under someone that looks at me and wants me to wiggle about on the ground happily, or under someone like you.. oh I know the answer is the opinion of those unreal, lesser lifeforms doesn't count.. But for one, they do.. each and every last one of them. They cound and they're all real to me.
But for two. What if you were the lesser being?"
She grinned, lewdly, flexing the hand covering her right eye, fingernails digging into her skin.

"Quickened, maximized cure critical wounds."
She mused, waving a hand at Valerie.. and just waving a good deal of the after-effects of one of Sanguira's fireballs away.. she didn't have to but she had a moment where she could... not all, she couldn't spare that much.. but enough.
"What if I were already so far above you that everything you do, everything you are is as meaningless to me, as they are to you?"
Deva mused... before shrugging.

"A theoretical, of course. But I presume.." She looked over to Cyliarra. "Love and loss can drive us to do terrible, stupid things. Worry not, Zedekiah. I will not stand in the way of your path... infact, it is quite ironic, what you speak off... but I'm afraid, I'll need a moment longer. So to buy time... does anyone want to hear the story I wrote?"

"There once was an angel.. She wasn't good at fighting or combat or war, she only liked healing others. So that's what she did, always wandering on without waiting to be thanked. But one day, the angel found herself infront of one truly irredeemable. She was worried. The last time this had happened, she had lost the person closest to her. She only had her final option and healing magic left, and her enemies were pressuring her. Her tome was exhausted, so she asked it:
She flipped a page. "This will be my final request of you...Tomey, please, I need to charge this up, if you don't have the strength, can you perhaps connect me to others those that do and wouldn't mind sharing?

And the tome hesitated and wondered, but then, as the angel spoke these words the tome smiled.. not literally of course, and flipped to a prior page.

The tome didn't have much strength left, no. Barely enough to reach out."

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"Robyn: Shield of Artimediose."
She declared, as Zedekiah found herself slowed down by the barrier. There was little time to ponder that however, as two massive, dark hands reached out to grab at Sanguira and Zedekiah each.

"Serp: Claws of Darkness. Sorry to bother. Next. Gauntlets of Darkness!" She declared, shadowy armore enforcing the gloves, as Deva herself rushed forward, shrugging off a blast from Sanguira with a comment: "Fortem's Might."
Briefly crossing one arm infront of her, before brushing the blast aside as if it could barely scratch her. Keeping up her motion, she lifted her hand.. switching powers far too fast to be predictable or easily counterable as she declared:
"Phaeton: Smite Evil... Ugh, trust your sister, It's for a good cause, I literally can't hurt anything not-evil with it.. Thanks!"
She argued, her hand engulfed by a divine light. Phaeton was, in a way, as dedicated as Deva was, he was just.. a lot more orderly. One way or the other, Either tome would inform it's wielder that being hit by that would be very bad news. That in itself wasn't a problem, the problem was more that Deva.. didn't stop. "Zana.: Underdeck tactics."
She mused, -daring- to kick a bit of dust and rock at Zameia, only to reach an army to Valerie. "This is easier with four arms, hit her high! Errr. Myself: Quicken empowered cure moderate wounds"

Whilest she looked at yet another large fireball, calmly musing: "Isa: Wall of frost."
As the fireball collided with it's opposing element. Of course.. all good things would come to an end, and even if Zedekiah was not an expert in battle itself and Sanguira consumed by rage, all Deva could do was support against two fresh tomes...

And eventually, a blade-strike or fireball would hit her only for her to fade away, to speak from over where she'd stood in the beginning
"You might be wondering, how long can I keep doing this? And the answer is.. I've not been doing anything for half a minute now. Darma: Shades of Illusion. Miyu: Sensory Transfer, Zilina: Untouchable presence."
Deva smirked ever so slightly, her right eye closed, one hand gently putting down her tome, so that both could fold together as she explained.:

"I lied about the tome graveyard, of course. I'm the best healer I know and I can't bring anyone from there back. None can leave it, I only could because I technically never died and it cost me a lot. But! That also means you wont ever leave it either, once I seal it with you inside.. It wouldn't do for me to go to another afterlive than my mistress, after all."
Deva mused, glancing over to Valerie briefly. "I guess I would ask you to ask yourself, why if they all are so insignificant, those whose powers I borrowed can give you so much trouble. But I know you are beyond help, beyond redemption, Zedekiah. So, answer me a single question, if none other:
What is the sight you most wish to see as you die?"
Deva asked, as a warning resounded within the tomes not Deva's. The angel had been gathering power, about equal to Sanguira's, if more subtle, nothing to be concerned about... but now.. she wasn't anymore. The power seemed to have reached an apex, but now, it was gone. It seemed gone. And what was more concerning, Deva still seemed to be gathering power, only to disapppear into that abyss.
Also, thinking about it, even if Deva got the power from others so quickly, how could she wield so many different elements of magic with this much ease? Even for a genius it should be impossible. A spell to help her cast more spells, somehow? Peering into Deva's wordscape revealed simply.. Heal. The word heal, consisting of smaller words also spelling.. Heal. She was clearly casting an incredibly powerful healing spell but what even would that accomplish? You couldn't hurt someone with healing.. that was it's definition after all...

"C.. can you protect me a little longer, mistress?" Deva requested, shily, raising another ice-wall around her, as she seemed mostly focused on the architect of all this, trusting Valerie to handle Sanguira.
"Should be ready soon, but It'd be bad if I got defeated now..."
She nodded, looking at Zedekiah with an odd expression. "I don't want her to suffer needlessly." What was that... no one had looked at her like that for a long, long time... was that.. pity?

 

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Zedekiah would smirk just a little bit as the illusion around Valerie was dismissed, apparently finding it more amusing than angering to be tricked in such a manner. "You fooled the shapeshifter with that little game... But knowing that it's only another insect to crush will make this all the easier." She'd comment with a slight nod towards Valerie, almost looking past her, barely acknowledging that the Amazoness even existed. In fact she seemed to be doing that towards anyone that wasn't wielding a Tome, ignoring Alice and the ninja just as much as she did Valerie. Though she would seem less amused when Deva said that she knew what Zedekiah was speaking of... seeming just slightly annoyed at that. "No... You do not understand what I mean. You interpret my words too metaphorically... I do not call them fake... I do not call them insects, no... less than insects... just because I am more powerful or intelligent than them... THAT was the mistake of the fools I manipulated into their little 'Tome War'. It is not that I am better and thus deserve to rule. It is not that I wish to guide these people into being better. It is not that I want them under my heel. It is that they do not truly exist. They are meaningless words cobbled together pretending that they exist. They are LITERALLY not people like you and I. I have no desire to rule over fake worlds full of words signifying nothing. I do not wish to be a pretend God on a pretend throne. No... I aim for something greater. You ask me what the caterpillar thinks as I look down upon it... My answer depends on the question. Is the caterpillar real? If it is fake I do what I wish with it, as its feelings are pretend, words on a page, a story and nothing more. If it is real then I only care that it does not stand in my way. If it does not I will leave it to whatever it wishes to do." The shapeshifter explained, further going through their views on the world around them, on the things that Deva spoke, of the empathy that Zedekiah seemed to so clearly lack. "If I were the lesser being between you and I? An interesting theory... But one that is false. I have seen the real world around us while you labor and worry about what those that are fake think. I have tapped into the power of these Tomes... the power BEYOND these Tomes... in ways that you still do not understand. And ways that you will never understand while you accept the idea that these words have any real sentience."

Valerie would give Deva a smile and a nod as her wounds from a fireball were cured, smirking and looking just as ready to get back into the fight, rushing Sanguira, dodging even faster this time as the 'scientist' started launching attack after attack at the woman. She'd even get close and land a hard kick to Sanguira, slamming her in the gut and knocking her across the room, something that would've put a normal person down immediately. Unfortunately, the madwoman still had more than enough fight in her, getting back up to launch attacks at Valerie, the two squaring off at a near standstill. Though the moment that Sanguira was charging up what looked to be a rather powerful spell, an arrow would fly through the air and nearly strike her shoulder, the woman having to disrupt her spell to dodge it just in time. Looking over, Cyliarra was stood tall now, glaring at Sanguira with a bow and arrow in hand. There was a stoic expression on the elf's face, one that looked ready for battle, but one that had no intent to kill. Even now she didn't plan on just murdering Sanguira, instead working with Valerie to keep her occupied. "I won't sit here while you two destroy all that I love a third time!" "Odd... If I recall, that fool Spera had erased her memories of the Tome War... Strange that she remembers us from then... Ah well... questions for another time."

Deva could only feel the faintest hint of worry coming from her Tome... It trusted her, it trusted in her plan, and it would fight with her. Perhaps it was only surpressing the worry so she didn't feel it too much, or it was truly that confident in her ability and thought... in her ability to end it. Either way when she made a request of it, it would only hesitate for a short moment. "Got it. Whatever you need." It was scared... It had faced against these two many times in the past, and each time it lost people it cared about... But it couldn't let that stop it now... it couldn't fall apart when they had a chance to stop them for good. It believed in Deva as much as, if not more than, its previous wielders. So it'd flip through its previous pages, calling upon the energy that Deva needed, sending out the need for help towards all those that were willing or able.

In that time though, Zedekiah would move surprisingly fast, trying to get in close to strike a severe blow against Deva, suddenly being blocked by a shield, tilting her head a little at the power she was calling upon. She wouldn't even move as the shadow hands moved in to grip her. The moment that they so much as touched her, they'd seem to disintegrate, Zedekiah's Tome glowing when they got near to protect him. Though they were slowing him down, as was the goal. Her eyebrow would raise a bit as Deva continually called on all these different sources of strength and magic, genuinely impressed by the amount of power she was showing, it was something that she thought would be impossible. And all of it was getting annoying, it made it so difficult to land a decisive blow against the angel, and she had to dodge certain attacks such as that divine smite, needing not to be too damaged from this fight. To make matters worse, he could barely count on Sanguira's assistance, as she was being held off by both Cyliarra and Valerie. Though when Deva asked her question... when she mentioned sealing Zedekiah in the graveyard and what she wanted to see before she died... the manipulative shapeshifter's expression would shift just a little and she'd smirk a little more. "Ahha... ha... ha ha...

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"

She cackled, a harsh and cruel laugh, one that echoed around them. And despite how insane it sounded, Deva would see a surprising amount of clarity in Zedekiah's eyes... she wasn't going insane, instead it looked as though she had just thought of something twisted and cruel to counter Deva. "Oh my... You are interesting! But before you claim you can seal me in that pathetic graveyard... I've made 3 failed attempts at gaining this power... Did you consider that perhaps I already gained some of it? Did you consider that I had achieved even a fraction of my goal? And IF I had done that... Imagine how dangerous I could be. I think it is time I demonstrate that to you... You claim these fake people are strong... You claim that you pulling strength from them proves how real they are... But you are not the only one that can pull from them... And while they are indeed your strength... they are also your weakness." Her grin would grow more evil at that though, taking a pause before her next sentence. "Or more accurately... I should say that YOU are THEIR weakness..."

She'd open her Tome, a strange and unfamiliar power swirling around both Zedekiah and the Tome before small portals would open up around them, showing a variety of different scenes, showing people that were familiar to Deva... Actually they were people that Deva recognized, many of them being people that Deva had just called upon... She could see them all in whatever world they resided, going about their usual lives while Zedekiah lifted her hand up and balled it into a fist, that strange energy she had been building up launching into the worlds around them. The first place she'd see it go towards was... Robyn?

Robyn stood in the center of his Grand Cathedral, praying, giving his strength off to Deva in response to her calling, while a few of his knights swirled around him. Deva wouldn't be able to see the magical energy anywhere... But suddenly Robyn's eyes would go wide and he'd wince in pain. The knights around him rushed to his side to help him up. He'd look down at his hands and both he and Deva would be able to see his hands dissolving into... words? He looked almost as though he were turning into words, the words being flayed apart and rushing off of him, flying off into the ether. Words such as 'Knight' 'Artimediose' 'Leader' 'Betrayer' 'Protector' 'Ally' 'General' and many others would start to fly apart, being pulled from him and dissolving more and more of his body before only the words 'Care' and 'Help' remained... and even they would be stripped away, leaving nothing where Robyn once stood. And his knights would suddenly stand up, and look around confused as though they had forgotten something. And then they would just walk away as though nothing had happened...

Meanwhile, in another place Deva could see Fortem and Praesidia standing tall, about to face the armies of the world that had united against them just as the two had planned, their ruse to fool the gods about to start in earnest. The two stood side by side, until a similar fate befell Fortem. He'd fall to the ground, clutching his chest as words such as 'Strength' 'Power' 'Help' 'Love' 'Praesidia' and others were stripped from him, his wife rushing to his side, trying to help him, tears in her eyes as she saw him slowly ripped into nothingness. Word after word was pulled apart until only 'Hope' remained, and that too was pulled away, leaving nothingness where Fortem was. Praesidia, meanwhile cried earnest tears for a few moments before getting a confused expression on her face... She'd hold a hand to her face and feel the tears, the deep and powerful sting they brought... but otherwise couldn't tell why she was even crying. She'd wipe away her tears and stand tall, looking upon the armies assembled, ready to face them alone...

Serp and Isa stood in their new 'Lands Between' now, speaking with one another, both looking worried about Deva as the entire crowd of story remnants stood, almost able to sense that the end was coming one way or another. Serp and Isa were trying to help the others keep calm, when Serp felt the same effect as Deva had already seen. Getting the words 'Villain' 'Hero?' 'Darkness' 'Ally' 'Wise' 'Tricky' 'Supportive' pulled from him, until the last word pulled was 'Protector'. And just as before everyone around him, including Isa seemed to forget him a few moments after the last words disappeared... Except for Isa? She seemed to remember and was desperately trying to convince the others of what had just happened. But as she spoke and tried to convince them, she looked down at her own hands, seeing them dissolving into words as well, fear and anguish on her face as the words 'Wolf?' 'Ice' 'Guardian' 'Spirit' 'Caring' and others were getting ripped from her. Her last two words would end up being 'Isa' and 'Friend', and with them flying away both Serp and Isa would be gone, the crowd around them not even remembering them whatsoever...

And all of those words would fly towards Zedekiah, but as they got near they ceased to be words, becoming that same strange energy that Deva had seen earlier, and they'd flow into his Tome, the magical energy emanating from her and her Tome spiking to extreme degrees as she pulled in the very essence of the people that she had done that to. "And just like that... They are gone. Well... not gone I suppose... It's more accurate to say they never existed. No memories of them, no actions they've taken, no world changing events. All that they were, are, and ever will be is gone. These pathetic fake creatures won't remember them because they can not see past their false existence... But you and I... I suppose we will remember them. Though if you stand in my way then you will perish and only I will be left to remember them... And my memory of fake people isn't exactly great. So who knows? But you will NEVER get them back. They are erased. Gone. Forever lost to the void... The only impact left over from them is the power they've given me." She gloated, chuckling to herself, her own power reaching an incredible degree...

Meanwhile Valerie would get hit by a fireball the size of a meteor, Sanguira exploiting an opening to send Valerie crashing into the ground, a large smoke-filled crater being impacted into the floor. Deva wouldn't be able to see Valerie from where she was standing, nor could she hear the Amazoness as she had been launched into the crater. "You will NEVER see those false people again. They do not exist... They've never existed now. It is so easy to rewrite them out, but I couldn't do that to you... these powers wouldn't work on you, or Sanguira, or even Cyliarra. Because you are REAL. That is what you fail to understand. These others do not exist, they are words that can be stripped away without any true fear. You will never see that which never existed. They will never be back. You will never be able to bring them back. You will never see them, and they will never be remembered by anyone other than those here today... Give up your hopeless attempts at justifying the existence of that which never was real. That is the answer, and the key to find the true power of reality."

She explained, giving a demonstration of how she saw the world around them, Zedekiah's power rising as she continued to erase more and more people from all different stories, pulling them apart to become even more powerful. And at the same time, there'd still be no signs of life from the crater that Sanguira had created... The Tome scientist was even taking the moment to dust herself off, a bit tired but otherwise still able to fight...

"Don't believe him..." Cyliarra's voice would ring out. "I spent decades with him in my head without even knowing it... You love that word 'Never'. It's your favorite. 'You'll never see Alice again' 'The Stories will never be safe if you don't do this' 'You can Never get them back' 'You will never be strong enough if you don't keep pushing'... They're your favorite words to manipulate people... You use the word Never like a sledgehammer to break someone into pieces... Then put them back together to your liking... The word 'Never' coming from you is a disgusting lie..." As she spoke, Sanguira would look just the slightest hint doubtful, looking over to Zedekiah with just the slightest hint of suspicion. It would appear that even Sanguira had heard the word 'Never' quite a few times from Zedekiah, and was only now wondering, if even just a little bit, about what he was trying to do when he said those things. "Never is your biggest li-Urk"

Before she could say another word, Zedekiah would appear behind her near instantaneously and drive a sword through Cyliarra, pushing it in deep and pulling it out. "And you'll NEVER take another breath." She spat before withdrawing her sword, watching Cyliarra fall to the ground before him. Though as the elf crumpled to the floor, Deva would be able to tell that she was still alive, still hanging on, but it was doubtful she'd be of any help in the fight going forward. "You draw strength from others... I can see that. So now I rip those people away from you. Permanently..." And as he said that, the strange magical energy would burst forward into the crater that Valerie had been knocked into. And while the smoke would still keep Deva from seeing what was happening, she'd see words start to be drawn out towards Zedekiah. Words like 'Werewolf' 'Amazoness' 'Guardian' 'Lover' 'Fighter' 'Competitive' 'Chieftan' 'Futa' 'Powerful' 'Caring' and so many more would start to flow out... And Deva would see the last words fly out of the crater 'Mistress' and 'Alpha'. The words would start to fly towards Zedekiah, about to become that same energy he had turned the others into... But right before those last two words reached him, Deva would hear a familiar voice speak up...

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" And the words would seem to stop in midair... Those last words not reaching Zedekiah, her eyebrow raised at that, not having ever seen anything like it before. Then those two words would go rushing back down into the crater, and the previous words would all fly out of Zedekiah as well, being pulled back into the crater at incredible speeds. "I didn't train for... Grrrrr... For DECADES to fail those I love. I didn't work to be her Mistress without EARNING the title! AND I WON'T HAVE IT PULLED AWAY BY A MONSTER LIKE YOU!" The voice would shout from within the crater, those words flying right back in where they came from... And then Deva would hear a wolf's howl from the center of the crater, the smoke finally starting to clear as a bright light burst from within the crater, all of those words returning where they belonged...

Valerie jumped out of the crater at full speed, her werewolf form making her even stronger and faster now, that black and red fur and fiery expression showing Deva that her Mistress... Her Alpha, wasn't giving up this fight. And this time she'd lunge out and catch Sanguira by surprise, gripping her by the neck and throwing her to the ground, landing a few decisive blows against the Tome scientist rather quickly, barely looking affected by the power that Zedekiah had used on her. "GRRRAAAAAGH!" She'd growl out loudly, throwing Sanguira around some more, knowing that she could take it, having seen her durability over the course of their fight already...

"Wha? No... No she should be gone. Erased. Lost to time. This is impossible!" For the first time Zedekiah sounded genuinely concerned and confused, as though this was the first thing that hadn't been going to plan in this fight. Meanwhile, Valerie would take just a moment to turn towards Deva, a proud expression on her face, clearly having faith in Deva, clearly believing in her, clearly proud of everything that the angel was and was doing. "I've got this one... Grrrr... Covered! You have this Deva! I know you do!" But before she could say anything more, she'd return to rushing Sanguira, keeping the woman off her toes and stopping her from fighting off Deva...

"What I want to see before I die? Oh I'll show you myself... It seems I need more of the power that reality brings..." And with that her Tome would shoot out even more energy, and Deva would feel the world around them shake. Not the manor they were breaking apart, not the ground below their feet, not the planet they were on, but it felt like the reality itself was shaking around them. "I'll show you the true nature of Pages Unfold... With this I will be unstoppable!" And as she spoke, rift would tear open behind her, not one to any world Deva would recognize, it was tearing open reality itself, a gigantic mass of power and energy emanating from that rift, as though Zedekiah was tearing into somewhere, the same place he got the power to erase people the way he did. He was opening something, and even looking through the rift that he had opened would reveal nothing. Deva wouldn't be able to see what place the rift was opened in, all it looked to be was a realm of pure darkness, bolts of lightning and energy shooting off from around the rift as it took such a large amount of power just to open. Whatever was on that other side, it was tearing things apart at the seems here, bits of reality would seem to warp around them slightly, Zedekiah pulling through some sort of power that was clearly not meant for this world. "I can feel it... The power it brings... With it these fools will be erased and I will rule a throne of reality... Not some pathetic kingdom in make believe... I will bring all of this true power under my boot... And you WILL NOT STOP ME!" She screamed, pulling in more and more energy as the rift started growing wider and wider, and time and space continued to warp around them. Pillars of the manor would age and crumble in seconds, the space between her and Zedekiah would seem to grow longer and shorter at the same time, the two appearing to be simultaneously directly next to one another, and miles away at the same time, reality almost fracturing under this power he was pulling through...

 

[Pervy]

"A part of me wants to say 'you're insane' but.. That'd be too easy, wouldn't it?" Deva mused to herself. "You are the reason why I always remind myself to care, I guess."
As expected, Zedekiah was the real problem. Just their ideology was dangerous. And they were too calm. Deva had to stay on guard, even with her final spell beginning to build now. She patted her tome a little. Oh she was concerned as well. There was a window of this spell being cast and taking effect fully where she was very much vunerable, greatest healer in existance or not...

Deva then however, narrowed her eyes as she watched... Z's attack. Existance Erasure. The Nothing. Oblivion, without even a memory.
Unforgiveable.
"Nice holding on, Isa."
She noted Isa's resistance to even that, a glimmer of hope.

Deva inhaled, heavily. Her expression calm, cold and.. odd for a moment. Perhaps because none had seen her cruel in the past. She shook slightly, listening to Zedekiah... and then Cyliarra.
And then.. an attack at Valerie... Deva shivered, despite Cyliarra's lesson, she was about to step forward, stumbling almost.. no.. she had to complete the spell.. but then.. she heard Valerie again.

"You are wrong. Zedekiah. Your tome created in you a false dellusion. Trust me... I.. can control illusions. I hav.. had a spell that could make people as real, or not, as I chose, turn them into nothing but a bad dream. I.."
She was visibly shook, even with her mistress returning, exhaling heavily.

She shook.. and stumbled, a bit of blood dripping from her nose.. and eyes, overwhelmed and bloodied. As the sickness of her friends and companions on this journey being erased hit her, as reality tore itself apart, Deva was wracked.
By her spell.
"Thank.... you.. friends.. for buying me time.

Thank you.. Zedekiah.. for.. haaah.." She mused, struggling to stand up.

"Falling.. for them... it was.. my plan to use myself as a distraction. You'd pay attention to me, perhaps even in the alternate timeline my true morphea created.. but you'd not bother with the abilities of my friends.

While you did remove them.. their abilities caused you.. chahaah... to focus on them, ever so briefly.. but.. .. were you confused? How I could use all of these abilities.. in such short succession?"
The truth was Deva couldn't. Not without preparation. But she had the time, now that her spell had begun to take effect. "Say, do you know about resonant energy? You know, how your hands get a bit cold when you cast cold magic?"

She mused, and finally Zedekiah realized that Deva had opened her other eye, looked at her own hand, as if it was rather fascinating. She shifted, emberassed. It had started and there was no stopping it now.
"The thing is... I've cast a spell on you. A spell that is.."
She coughed again, stumbling.. but when Zedekiah saw an opening, to teleport stab Deva, not letting her finish, because why would she.. Deva evaded the strike, with almost lazy ease. Another strike, from another angle! This time.. Deva caught the blade's tip, somehow, magic crackling along her fingers.. Rather than being hurt by Zedekiah's overwhelming sword, healing magic was restoring her fingertips as fast as the sword could damage them!

Deva mused, slurring her speech. "A spells resonant energy is about 0.1 to 0.01% of it's full effect, I estimated. Sadly, this spelll is an utter failure... I never even gave it a name, even." She mused, sluggishly reaching one hand to her chin with a wet 'plat' of sticky dry dead skin against skin.

"Although, in my head, I called it: 'Immaculate Perfection.' It is a spell that can give a mortal the mind of a god. Zedekiah.. do you know how many seconds there are, in eternity?" She mused, her voice rough and grating on the ears. How terrible was she at articulating her words? Meanwhile she, he, Zedekiah was gracious, and perfect. She tore the sword out of Deva's hand with immaculate precision, watching it ... glide? Why.. why didn't it seem to move at all?

Zedekiah's tome informed him that she was being affected by a healing spell. Then it did so again. And again. And again. And a page flipped over. Again again again again again again again again again again again again again again again again again again again again again again again again again again again again again again again again again again again again again again again again again again again again again again again again again again again again again again again again again again again again again again again again again again again again again again again again again again again again again again again again again again again again again again again again again again again again again again again again again again.. but then, the tomes writing slowed down... a..ga..in
Deva's words slowed down as well.. even the reality-tear "I'm sorry."

Deva mused.

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She said, looking to Valerie and Sanguira, and stepping to Cyra, with a healing touch.
"The way we think is exhausting to our bodies, you see. For information to be transfered, the pathways in your brain have to empty themselves to generate an action potential by emptying a chemical substance for the next cell to pick up. There is a brief interval for one second to 'Refill' after it has been emptied in between, during which the cell repolarizes.
However.
What if I used healing magic to instantly refill that hole? What if I cast an exeptionally weak healing spell at the fastest speed I can.. then the speed of thought would be limited to the interval by which I set the healing spell.
Well turns out there is a limit to how fast you can cast arcane magic. in this case, my spell triggers five point four times times ten to the tenth power... per second."
She presented Zedekiah.. frozen in place. "T..."

"T"Zedekiah stood there. Watching Deva. Unmoving. Expressionless. Her lower lip had been moving down...
For about 7 years. For 7 years now, she'd watched within this frozen hell, and before that, how many centuries? When.... would..it.. end... NO. She could endure! She would endure... another few months and then..
"h"

"...at means, every second to us.. is a year to Zedekiah.
However. While her mind is something beyond any of us.. her feeble body cannot keep up. Your nerves keep sending commands, that your muscles can not keep up with, unless you'd manage to think of only one movement.. for months and months on end.
Neither can she send coherrent commands to her tome. Oh the reason I was beat up earlier was because to cast Immaculate perfection I briefly endure a fraction of it's effects, my senses overloading.. "
Deva stepped towards Zedekiah, who slowly lifted a sword, to try something.

"And even if, through a titanic effort of will, she manages to think about a singular thing like lifting her sword to strike at me or defend from my attack for what is years to her.."
Deva mused, sidestepping.. and taking Zedekiah's sword, and tome calmly.
"What do you think, Zedekiah. Your mind is so far beyond us, we may as well be dust to you."

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Study her closest features.. there was nothing else to look at, or talk to. Nothing that could understand him. "You are beyond the gods themselves. Even by the time this pierces your heart.."
Deva mused, turning Zedekiah's sword around.. and impaling her, through her chest. "You'll have months left to think.. perhaps even say something if you can manage.. About how easily this spell affected you, because you wanted all the power. About how terrifying true power is.. not other power.. but your own.
Take good care of what's left of Zedekiah alright folks? Whilest the spell will end upon death, coming back to a reality where you think in normal speed again is almost as bad. .. I hope for Z's sake that there are no parasitic backup clones or whatever leftover."
She mused, as.. Zedekiah just.. fell. Finally, things grew dark.. were over. Anticlimactic, perhaps. All Deva had done was walk up to the defenseless Zedekiah and stab her, for the onlookers.. and now, she, with some effort, picked her up and dragged her towards the spatial anomaly, dumping the body and blade within, before lifting Zedekiah's tome before it.

"Spit out my friends and every ounce of power you stole from the stories or become my toilet paper. I don't care about the rules, you are clearly still able to ignore them, you've given me a pretty bad day but you're innocent as far as I'm concerned."
She noted.. before swirling her hand the tome disappearing.. if-once it did as Deva demanded, plopping off..

And reappearing on the head of a confused squid-like girl. "Miiii?"
She made, tilting her head.. and getting her coloring pencils, soon to be delighted at the book trying to talk, and then draw back at her. Silly thing talking about conquest and power. "Mii. yuu!"
No! Juiceboxes. Miyu wanted a Juicebox. Silly thing! She'd use the green crayon next to push this strange fancy notebook to submission!.. now what could she draw...

"Alright, that thing where it can't do damage and should fix.. oh right."
She glanced over to Sanguira, stepping over.
"You too. Tomey will give your book some anger management, at my library in the Twilight paradise, but only after you fed every ounce of your power to whatever remaining wounds you can find that you and your not boyfriend tore into reality. Cyliarra will watch... You WILL watch. Because while you turned around and helped a lot in the end, you allowed them to use you, you got stuff to make up for."

Deva noted. "Oh, right, Tomey, can end the connection now. Show's over. Real glad Zedekiah turned out to be even more powerhungry than I anticipated, had he been the smart strategic type that just wanted to do this to see if she could I couldn't have used immaculate perfection. But turns out.. she was the perfect target."

".. now I need a good backrub.. and I believe I am owed things."
She pointed!

"This is super emberassing so saying it only once! I said I was curious for what happened to my Valmistress to make her a happy-fuck-wolf even if that was .. mostly.. fixed, I want to see.
I was also promised.. well what a good cockslut like me wants, so perhaps we can combine the activities."
She grinned.

"I'm really tired.. and really naked. Oh!"
She waved her finger at Sanguira and Cyliarra. "And restore everyones captured worlds and memories while at it. Curious to see them, well some of them. Mistres, My companion Isa and a certain dark goddes might be interested in some meeting up with an amazon friend or two of yours, if you have someone thats into darkey stuff and one that likes snowy things.. speaking about.."

She raised a hand over her tome, requesting a teleport.. ok one more thing she requested, ahem.. she really was bad with gratitude.. wait..her tome would do gratitude too dang it... either way.. She winked at mistress Valerie.. such a strong wolf.. and then waved a hand. "Call me if you need healing later, but for now.. Chase me!"
She declared, and poofed..

and reappeared amidst the huh.. the landscape looked a lot different now. Of course it did, everything had been snowy, when she'd arrived here.

"This was the world we met in."
She mused, once Valerie indubitably arrived. "I know you want to show me your place, although I would love some relaxing time, at a beach like the one of the little harmless world all of this started in...
But for now, this will do. I wanted to be away.. it.. pfeww.. I am quite exhausted with spellcasting, I barely got a cure light wounds left in me, not going to lie.. we got a bit lucky.
So one thing I couldn't figure out..

Why was this the only story with two agents sent to it? Because either of you could have handled both goddesses with relative ease..."
Deva mused.
"I.. knew the rebellion had taken you hostage around here. I let them, to keep up the deception, yet I almost fell for feral-you.. Neith felt bad because of my deception. That was my messup. Sorry."
She chuckled, looking at her tome.
"Welp, I think it's goodbye time now. I want to travel with mistress Valerie, and she can propably punch dimensional barriers into letting us through. You wont be without me.. There's basically a 'me' that is a divine presence all over the Twilight paradise.. and.. Valerie will make sure I'm not lonely. HEH! Write though, if you can.

Oh and maybe you can fulfill a lewd thing or two for me and Valerie, if you got enough energy to take care of an unruly tome or two.."
She mused, exhaling, her wings slumping a bit as she leaned heavily unto Valerie seeming.. done.

 

[shotgungunshot]

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Zedekiah scoffed at the notion of needing to care for that which she considered fake. She cared at least a little bit about those like Deva, Cyliarra, Sanguira, and other Tome Wielders. But even then she was willing to sacrifice them to get what she wanted, to manipulate them into her tools to power. The only difference was she did regret it when she had to snuff out their lives. "It is difficult to care for mere words. Tell me, when you see the word 'Apple' written on a page do you act as though that is an apple you are able to peel and eat?" She asked, almost seeming slightly aggravated that Deva seemingly refused to understand. But she wasn't going to let that stand in her way, not when she was this close.

"It is not a 'delusion' created by my Tome. I saw the universe through the eyes of my Tome, and came to my own conclusion. And once I took this power... This power that allows me to wipe words from existence, I saw everything that Tomes see. They see words. But it is the Wielder that teaches them to interpret those words. They need a real person to show them the weight and value of the words. I do not need others to know what these words are. I can draw my own conclusions. My own philosophy, personality, and desires drive me, while the words show me the truth of 'reality' around me." The shapeshifter would explain, not blaming her view on her Tome or on delusions. This was who she was, brought to more and more power by everything she had done. It was Zedekiah's own philosophy, only shaped by the information that she had learned through many, many, many years.

But at this point she had enough explaining her own beliefs, and enough of Deva talking as though she had won, especially as she looked completely bloodied. Zedekiah had dealt with the elf, and now merely had to finally end the angel for good. Then it was a simple matter of taking the power she had struggled to gain for over an eternity. So seeing her opportunity, she'd rush to try and finally put and end to Deva, so she'd suddenly appear behind the angel, a smug expression on her face as she attempted to drive the blade through her heart. Only to find the angel dodging almost without effort... that had to be her imagination right? Well she'd just have to follow it up with another stab.

Then she asked a question, and it grated on Zedekiah's ears just to hear her speak, but she heard the question of how many seconds are in eternity. She knew that old saying, it was one she had considered herself for a time. There is a diamond mountain, which is two miles high, two miles wide, and two miles deep. Every hundred years a little bird comes and sharpens its beak on it, and when the whole mountain is worn away by that bird, the first second of eternity has passed. Having lived for thousands of years she had contemplated that herself, when considering what to live for. Her plans, her grasp for the power of reality, THAT was her reason to live, to keep striving to gain more and more control over reality. An odd question for sure, but one that she could take the time to consider... And... had Deva moved since she had started thinking about that? That was strange, normally the pause to consider these things at least left some time for movement. Then her Tome informed her of what was happening, and it seemed to click in Zedekiah's head what had been done, the information that she was being healed enough for her to piece it together.

Valerie looked on in surprise, while Sanguira... Sanguira seemed disgusted? And a deep part of her knew that she had no right to be. It wasn't like she herself hadn't inflicted horrible fates upon Tomes, but this scared her.

But as Deva explained she'd watch as Zedekiah's expression twisted into one of rage... moving slowly but still moving, having the force of will to push herself to very slow movement. She had lived for thousands upon thousands of years... A few more millenia were nothing to her! Her blade would start to lift, showing she was intensely focused on trying to cut Deva down, even now. She knew she had to focus on that sole movement for eons... but that created another problem, she couldn't even take the time to think about if she had a chance to win this battle, all she could do was force herself forward. Unfortunately for her, she was still too slow to cause any real threat. Her force of will was incredibly strong, her desire to keep fighting pushing her on.

Though even trying to do that left her with nothing, her sword being taken from her with her Tome, her scowl worsening as she stared at the angel. Then she felt the sword pierce her heart, pain shooting through her for months upon months, her focus shifting to speak now, her will refusing to falter even when she had lost. "I... Don't... fear... power... mine... or... yours..." She would manage to say, coughing up blood, desperate to say her piece even as everything she had built crumbled around her. Even as all of it withered away, rage and agony clear across her face. "I... Hope... You... Suffer... I... Hope... ALL... of... you... suffer... as... I... have... You... You... YOU PATHETIC BITCH!" She managed to scream. Even now her heart held nothing but hatred, disdain, and malice, spewing out as much of it as she possibly could as she died, as she felt all that she was crumbling. Centuries of careful planning going up in smoke, all that she was, all the she had planned falling apart as her life slipped away, and all she could do was shout and curse at Deva. But before she could even try to do anything else, she crumpled into heap, her life draining from her completely now. And just like that there was nothing, she would be dropped into the rift she had created, her lifeless corpse disappearing into nothingness as it was thrown away.

When Deva spoke with Zedekiah's Tome she would feel nothing from it, as though it were masking its feelings from her. Then it would take a moment, seeming to weigh its options when she made her demands. Built up energy of thousands of years would fly out of the Tome, the rift sealing first while it worked to undo everything that its former wielder had done, releasing an incredible amount of power, power that Zedekiah had likely been storing over the entirety of his existence with the Tome. But soon it would be left with almost nothing, restoring what Zedekiah had erased and draining itself entirely to prevent itself from being destroyed. Then it found itself dropped in the hands of some sort of... squid girl? Well perfect! An easily manipulated new wielder to hopefully continue where Zedekiah had left off. It had only ever had one Wielder, Zedekiah had that Tome from the moment that Tomes had been discovered, so it only wished to carry on his work. Though it very quickly found itself unable to do anything to Miyu, the little mindflayer being more than good enough to deal with its attempts at manipulating her...

Sanguira would glare at Deva, knowing that she had lost and had no choice on what happened to her. "I'm no fool... You've won. My choices are death or whatever you plan to do to me. And much as I'd like to choose death to spite you... I think I've already seen how well that would work out..." Besides that, she doubted she could stand existence in the Tome Graveyard with all the cretins that had doubted her work. Cyliarra meanwhile looked almost angrier at the thought of having to watch over Sanguira, keeping tabs on one of the two people that had murdered so many of her friends. But after a moment she would sigh and look down, guilt clear in her expression. "You... You're right. I need some form of punishment... And if it's dealing with this... with HER... Then so be it." She couldn't just walk away and pretend she had done nothing wrong, she had been manipulated from the two from the very start. And when told, Deva's Tome would close the connection, a feeling of intense gratitude emanating off of it as it closed it down, not because it was closing the connection, but because Deva was kind enough to allow the connection in the first place.

Valerie would cross her arms and smirk a bit when Deva mentioned that she was owed things, breathing heavily after that fight, but looking confident and proud of the angel for managing to stop some of the worst monsters she had ever seen. Perhaps she would show Deva exactly what had happened to turn her, but right now they were wrapping things up... "Yes... I plan to restore the worlds that I've taken... Being able to think clearly now, I realized these two were destabilizing them entirely to create those bad endings... They'll be given their homes back..." Though the Amazoness would chuckle when Deva mentioned that she had two friends that would love to meet her... but then she would shake her head? "While that sounds like a brilliant idea, my little Cock Slut... you gotta remember they have their own stories to go back to. Pulling them away might go and destroy it all over again. Besides... I get the feeling Isa's gonna go back to her human form once she's put back... Yes I know who you mean... I know your people well enough. Maybe we'll try pulling them away once they finish their Story... but at the very least they gotta be allowed to go back to the worlds they came from... I think they're owed that..." Valerie explained. Much as she would love to give her tribe a couple of incredible slaves like those two, for now she knew they needed to go back to their own stories. That's what they had been fighting for from the beginning after all. Then the Amazoness would chuckle to herself as Deva teleported away... taking a moment to get herself healed up.

Deva wouldn't be left waiting long, as soon Valerie would appear next to her, rolling out of seemingly thin air and standing up to smile at her. "Like I said... I had things ready in case you ran away." She'd look around when Deva mentioned that this was the world that the two had met in. She'd put an arm around Deva, steadying the angel and holding her up, supporting her, holding her to make sure she knew she was safe now. "You know at some point you're gonna have to go back and get thanked by at least Cyliarra, right? I'm not gonna make you go through the whole tour of people you saved and get gratitude from all of them... I hate gratitude too y'know... But I know Cyliarra and she'll tear herself up inside if she never gets a chance to say thank you. No buts. Your Mistress is putting her foot down on this one." She'd say before kissing Deva deeply, relieved that they had made it out of that whole mess relatively unscathed.

But she'd laugh when Deva asked why this world was the only one that had two agents on it, impressed that even now Deva was trying to put together minor pieces of the puzzle, despite the fact that she had won. "Oh I love you, my clever little cock slut. Most would just be satisfied it was all over... Neith and I could handle the goddesses here no problem, you're right. But we couldn't handle them both at the same time since they're on other sides of the country. And while taking over one Goddess would break the story. Taking them BOTH was the only way we'd take the story over and prevent people from dying. Plus Neith and I are good friends, we usually hate being on separate missions. You also didn't go to every story we were in, a few of the lower ranked ones come in twos, even threes. But they were called back when things looked dangerous. And... wait? Didn't you go to the Pirate Story? Oh you didn't fight... We had two agents there. The mage you fought and sent back to us, and the Pirate Captain... Jade I think her name was? We had JUST recruited the two of them... she joined when Cyliarra warned her that her crew would die at the end of the story. But apparently seeing you, having you there and watching you help her crew... well... Captain Jade quit our group just as quickly as she joined. You inspired her I think... I thought that she was just terrified of you... I thought you had fought her or something... But I guess you just being you got her to leave..." She explained, giving some insight into some other aspects of their group that Deva may have missed. Then she would wave her hand when Deva apologized to her, seemingly not at all upset. "No problem, my little slut. Neith's okay, I'm okay, and if things had gone even a little bit differently I may not have the best cock slut in the world with me right here, right now." She'd compliment, those words sending tingles of pleasure and happiness through Deva now that she was back in the familiar, comforting scent of her Mistress... Now that she was back where she belonged.

Deva would feel... a mixture of emotions from her Tome as they parted. It was overjoyed that they had won, that they had put things right... But at the same time it was sad... sad to be leaving a friend that it cared about, and worried about what might happen while she was gone. But ultimately it knew what it had to do. "I guess... I guess this is goodbye. I have an angry Tome to watch over... That will take a long time... Even just feeling it from afar I could see that centuries of rage being fed into it had distorted it... But don't think you'll get rid of me completely. When that's all done you might just find a happy book sitting in your bag that got there while you weren't looking. Probably with a lot less energy too. Can't have you walking around with the easy answer, right?" It would joke, considering whether or not it planned on just being there with Deva, not to fight or anything, just to observe and maybe chat once in a while. "Oh but... Before I go... Whenever you get to that beach... You'll find a gift waiting for you, courtesy of me and Cyliarra's Tome..." Then it'd... well it'd disappear, heading off to do what it needed to in order to help an angry Tome.

Valerie could feel Deva's wings slumping and would smile at her... before lifting her up in a bridal carry, those strong and muscular arms seeming to have no trouble carrying the angel. And Deva would feel even more comfortable being held by her Mistress like that, being carried by the one that she served completely. "Come on... You said you wanted to go to a nice beach... I know one not too far from here." And she'd set off, the sun starting to set as she carried Deva to a rather beautiful beach, soft and warm sand stretching on around the shore with wave lazily lapping at the ground, the sun setting lower now, just low enough to be able to see the stars in the sky. Valerie would find a decent spot and sit down, Deva still in her arms, before she'd lie back on the ground in a relaxed posture, holding Deva close, looking up at the sky before she gasped in surprise... and then smiled as she noticed something. Valerie would point up to the sky. "I think I found

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"

Up in the sky, among the stars Deva would be able to see... well they looked like portals? But it wasn't reality falling apart like she had seen with Zedekiah, it was more like just a window into somewhere else, allowing her to look through and see what was happening... And inside the first one was...

Deva could see Serp... laughing maniacally? He was in a large castle, sitting on a throne flanked by hundreds of guards. He seemed positively villainous now. But the scene would switch quickly, and she'd see him walking through the streets of the city he likely conquered, flanked by a few of his guards. They'd come across a soldier of theirs that was harassing an elderly lady, trying to steal something from her. Serp looked on, his expression neutral as he saw one of his soldiers even start to threaten the old woman with a blade. But then he'd walk up to the soldier and lift him up by the neck, a look of rage on his face. "We do NOT treat my people like this! We are conquerors, yes, but not cruel violent thugs! You are hereby stripped of your title. Get OUT of MY city!" He'd growl at the man, throwing him to the ground and returning all of the old woman's things, walking off. The scene shifted once again and he stood in his throne room, facing off against a young looking man with a glowing sword. Serp stretched his arms out and let loose yet another dramatically evil laugh... though at the last minute Deva could almost swear she saw him turn to look towards her, looking straight out of the portal and winking... Then finally she'd see him on the ground, defeated by the hero, a smile on his face. "Y-You... You are strong enough to stop the coming darkness... R-Rising to stop me... has made you strong... Be ready to defend these people... For I knew I could not..." And then his illusion would fade, showing an incredibly old man, close to death already WITHOUT the battle he just had against what he considered to be a true hero. He'd smile widely and fall asleep, happy that he managed to find a hero that could rise up to stop him, and could face a larger battle that he knew he couldn't win.

In another she'd see Robyn once again, kneeling and praying before her statue of Artimediose, before realizing her true power, before realizing that SHE was Artimediose, and that she had been praying only to herself all this time. She stood and looked upon her followers with a warm smile, ready to give her all for their sake, ready to be the knight that he had always meant to be. Then the scene would shift to Robyn dueling against a werewolf, the two clashing, evenly matched in their strength against one another... And well... Deva knew what came next, and her Tome apparently did to, as it refused to show the moment that the two united to slay Mr. Nice... figuring that such a creature might even be able to do something if it found it was being observed. Instead it cut to the two leaders embracing, Robyn and the werewolf siring a child to lead the world, the both of them bringing the age of war into one of peace... "Heh... Careful now... They might give me ideas." Valerie would joke, pulling Deva in close and hugging her, petting her and looking into the sky to see what the Tomes were showing them...

Deva would then see the two slime girls she had helped living with one another now, taking care of dozens and dozens of flowers as the two lived out their lives. Apparently the shy blue slime that Deva met had gone on a long and arduous quest to save the pink one that she loved, and now the two were married, living with one another. Unfortunately... despite Deva's wishes it seemed that they had named one of their kids after her. They had named the small little slime child 'Angel' in honor of the nice solid person that had come around to help them and make them realize the love they felt for one another. The scene would shift and the two would hear a knock at their door, a slime mage standing there, being invited in for dinner. Apparently the slime mage had been the one that had kidnapped Mulj in the first place, desperate and lonely. But thanks to Limona's work and Dura's teachings, the problem had been resolved peacefully, and the three of them had become good friends, living with one another happily even with the incredibly strange circumstances they had met under...

The Tomes even managed to give her information on the story they were in right now, information on something set to happen a few months from where they were right now. A young man looked distraught, an arrow sticking out of his chest as he made his way into the halls of the Frost Goddess. The Goddess stood to greet him, and at the same time a magical image of the Flame Goddess stood. The man begged and pleaded with them, asking for the month of winter to come just 4 days early. If the snow stopped up the roads, then the coup attempting to murder his entire family wouldn't be able to get their orders through, and his family could escape. He begged with his very last breath for them to let him go, for them to do this one favor and save dozens and dozens of lives. The two looked at one another for a long moment, and moved by his desperate attempts would wave their hands, the frost overtaking the world just a few days early to save the lives of innocents, and the injured man smiled as his eyes slipped close, managing to protect his family one last time... And that would've been the end had it not been for Deva. The scene would shift to the man waking up in a Frost Goddess church days later, a priestess helping to return him to life with the magic and items that Deva had left behind in the world, the man being able to meet with his family again after they fled the country, allowing him to escape the brutal political war that was coming...

The Dark Goddess attempted her conquest of her world, as she said she would. Deva would see her trying to enslave others by the dozens. But eventually she would find herself banished by the power of light, not destroyed just forced to stop what she was currently doing... Of course... with nowhere to go next an idea sprung forward in her mind and both Deva and Valerie did have an idea about where she could end up...

Next was the world of Monster Girls, Deva would see the nice cat that had assisted her and many others talking after they had stopped the invasion of the human home land. She saw the cat bouncing about with a white haired angel, the two having become great friends as they worked to rebuild the world. And from the looks of it, peace was starting to finally come between human and Monster Girl, the two races taking the time to learn about one another and let go of all the problems they had from their previous wars. She would see the angel at the head of rebuilding human society, this time meant to be kind to the Monsters, this time working with them to quickly rebuild things. Some would shape metal to reconstruct buildings, others would use their powers to create medicine and grow crops, it seemed that the two sides were finally coming together for real. She'd also see an old looking man with a visor and a silver haired guy with a boombox, apparently the silver haired one was rapping while the older man looked on and shook his head with the slightest hint of a smile...

Next was the pirates, and Deva saw what had likely gotten Captain Jade to side with Cyliarra in the first place. Before the crew had made it to their ancient treasure, the assembled navies of every nation in their world showed up to capture them, stop them, and execute them. They didn't want a Pirate Queen, and feared for what may happen. However, right before they could finish the job, the ships around them started exploding, sinking as Captain Jade smirked, her plan going off just in time, allowing her to frame a nation for firing on another, igniting a naval war just to escape. She'd get her crew out and hop onto her ship, sailing away as fast as she could. Her crew smiled, trusting her and glad to be along, even the man that Deva had freed, the one that had once been an enemy of the pirate crew, was there with them, having joined up to provide for his boyfriend. They sailed and made their way to the secret cove, where the ancient pirate's treasure resided... Jade walked in alone, as the door wouldn't open for anyone but the captain, but rather than a powerful artifact that would allow her to be the best pirate in the world, all she found was a... large mirror? She sat there staring at the mirror for a few minutes, before smiling to herself, a tear rolling down her face as she chuckled. "Skullman... You clever fucking bastard..." She'd say before turning around and walking out, looking at her crew again, and smiling to herself. She already was the best pirate on the seas, but not because of any treasure, it was because she had the best damn crew anyone could ever find. So they set sail once again, looking for new adventures and treasures...

 

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The two 'Gods' began their fight against the world, and just as Deva had mentioned, Fortem would be struck by just the right strike, a fatal blow bringing him to the ground. His wife rushed to his side, gazing upon his fallen form as tears rolled down her face. Even knowing that this was the only way to make them the gods they needed to be to help the world, it hurt her... She screamed out in anguish as the entire fighting just seemed to... stop. The armies refused to fight after seeing that much pain in her expression, and just as they had planned the two of them became gods, one a god of war and conflict, the other a goddess of peace and healing. Praesidia brought back all those they had harmed in their effort to become gods, but the two of them remained in conflict now, separated by their own godly nature. The scene would flash by to a decade later, the two able to reunite on their one holiday, the day the two were able to come together and be with each other again, where they could love each other once more, and both of them took solace in that... In that victory and that escape, in seeing the world flourish around them as the gods were forced to take notice of the world now, forced to help the people that worshiped them. Meanwhile, the "Queen of Agony" learned from her experience with Deva, taking only a few slaves to keep happy, only bringing in the submissive souls and giving them the love they craved, refusing her attempts at conquering the world to instead work with these people...

Deva would see that Risela actually decided to stick around in the world of elves, angels, and tentacle beasts. Her story had already finished, and so she remained not to cause trouble or enslave indiscriminately, instead she stuck around to broker proper peace between all three factions. Her powers and dominion were actually very good for getting leaders to find common ground... That common ground was usually being wrapped around her cock, but it was still common ground. And while she did keep herself a harem, she had learned from what Deva had told her, working to become a better Mistress for all of them, while at the same time working to keep the peace, using her powers to stop those that tried to wage war or cause trouble for the collective elves, angels, and squidkin.

The gang that Deva had assisted earlier seemed to get itself back together as well, their leader working to actually get out of her criminal life and focus on providing and protecting her daughter. Deva would see a scene of her fighting off a bunch of kidnappers, only working now to protect those she cared about rather than running an entire gang of thieves. She'd see another image of Aksuna on a beach... but it looked like she had suffered a deep stab wound trying to stop someone... But as she was starting to pass out, her daughter and her 'rival' would both rush to her side, having tracked her down to save her and bring her into an ambulance. Another view would show the woman... chasing chickens around? Was that part of her day to day life? And finally she'd be facing off with her rival once more, the two excited to test one another's strength, even now that they had both retired from criminal work...

Deva would see Azalea, the angry Dryad, looking... happier? She sat among a field of flowers with other dryads, a smile on her face as they spoke and talked about different things. It had been decades since she had been sealed away, (by Cyliarra in this timeline), and she had learned to live with humans rather than despise them. It would show her giving the humans gifts of flowers, helping oak trees grow, even giving the humans trees that were close to their end so that the wood could be used for building. And while she protected nature from their excess, she did everything that she could to be kind to humans and give them the love that nature brought rather than the hatred she held before. It seemed that these many years of reflection had finally reformed her.

Neith had returned to her Story, but not as the violent animal that she had feared she would be. And from the looks of it, she had finally found herself brood princess. A beautiful young woman walked among the nest that Neith built, her clothing nothing but fine spider silks woven by her beautiful children. Her belly was distended, clearly filled with another clutch of eggs. Small spiders scuttled about around her, some hanging off her clothes, others nuzzling against her. And the whole time she held a serene smile on her face, enjoying her place as the Brood Princess, caring for any spiderlings she found and helping out around the nest. Neith and her would embrace, kissing one another deeply as the spider woman looked truly and honestly happy, as though she had finally found everything that she wanted in life. And while she would keep in touch with all of her friends, she was satisfied to have finally gotten the princess she desperately sought. A small tear would roll down Valerie's face at that sight... overjoyed that one of her closest friends had found the happiness that she felt Neith deserved...

Deva would see a tiny plushie of Mortema sitting on the dresser of a young human girl, a small toy that her family passed down for generations as a sign of good luck, a small plushie of what they believed was a guardian to protect them. That toy had lived with the family for generations, watching humans for centuries almost... Then the family that held the plushie had to run, bandits were ransacking their small village, and they had to escape before they were killed. The young girl brought her plushie along, but in the chaos of fleeing was separated from her parents. Eventually she would find herself cornered in an ally by some bandits, the lot of them holding swords ready to end her... Before the plushie in her hand would start to glow, and a figure with snow white skin and dark clothing would appear between the bandits and the girl. The shadows would suddenly leap out to bind the bandits, holding them in place while she helped the little girl find her way back to her parents. "MOMMY! DADDY! Morta saved me!" "Anna! You're okay! But... Morta's just a doll, Sweetie..." But before they could speak further, Mortema would step out from behind a corner and smile a bit, seeming more... worried than anything? Like she was afraid of being rejected... But the mother would look at the doll that was once hers and smile, and she'd hug Mortema as well, the family embracing her as their real protector now as Mortema finally learned to let go of her hatred of humans...

The Swarm, led by their new leader, used their experiences to further their understanding of the world around them... They no longer wished to pull everyone into their fold, only those that were truly lonely and wished to be a part of their society. While that meant their recruitment dropped, it also meant that they were able to work together with the worlds around them. They became steadfast allies of many civilizations, fending off invaders time and time again with their unified front. And soon they learned that loneliness could be combated by more than just pulling people into your Hive... You could build friendships externally, a new way to stave off loneliness. The Swarm's name soon became known all around their Story as master negotiators, steadfast allies, and some of the best defenders of peace anyone could find... All of which had been inspired by the things they had seen when looking into Deva's mind...

Just as with Mortema, Deva would see a small plushie of Narcissus, sitting at a carnival in a dressing room. It was an heirloom of the carnival, one that had been with them for years. It usually sat in the dressing room of the 'freakshow', a place full of people that showed off their deformities for paying crowds. The small plushie would sit there observing people coming and going, 'freaks' that stood by one another and found comfort with each other. Occasionally they'd even take their little angel doll out with them for a strange sense of comfort they got from it. He watched and watched them be happy, proud, and enjoy life despite the things that made them traditionally ugly. And one day while they were practicing a routine, a group of delinquent kids would start throwing rocks at them, laughing at the 'freaks' and calling them all manner of names. The group of them would try to hide from the rocks and take cover, but the cruel kids were able to hit them a few times, and when soon they would aim a rock perfectly at one of the women's head, a rock that looked like it may even collide with her eye. But at the last minute a white gloved hand would catch the rock, stopping it from harming the woman. She'd look up and see an incredibly beautiful man with angel wings standing above her, white hair and a white outfit that reminded her of... their plushie?! He would hold the rock and use some illusion magic to make the rock look like it was on fire, and he'd gently throw it in the kid's direction, watching them run off in fear. With that done he'd immediately use his jacket to dab at some of the bloody wounds that his... his friends had taken. "Th-Thank you... Y-You're very beautiful..." "Nonsense... I'm the ugliest person in the world compared to all of you... And I'm sorry I didn't see that sooner..." The scene would shift and Narcissus would be the ringleader of what was once called the 'Freak Show', now he titled it 'Beauty to Shame Us All', and worked on the outfits of his friends, while also protecting them from abuse and showing them that they were some of the most beautiful people the world would ever seen... decades and decades enough to finally shame him into learning...

The Librarian sat waiting eagerly for something, waiting in her massive library when Ayven would appear before her. The Librarian would immediately pull the beautiful angel into a kiss, pulling her in close and giving her a surge of pleasure as a reward... "Did you find it, My dear?!" And Ayven would produce a copy of an incredibly rare book, pulled from an ancient ruin that almost none had managed to track down. The Librarian would clap eagerly and catalog it, her perfect ink slave helping her find these rarer books. Though they wouldn't have much time to rest, as this time she had a lead on a book that the both of them would be going out to get. Travelling together with one another, nights of erotic passion standing in front of them as The Librarian's love of books was satisfied, and she made sure that Ayven was given the pleasure, happiness, and submission that she truly deserved.

Vivien lounged in her mansion, surrounded by a harem of slaves that all looked very similar to her, though some had slight differences to make them stand out. Deva would notice a particularly shy one with angel wings lounging in the woman's lap, a content smile on her face. Vivien would gently pet Uvi, magic pulsing through her hand with each stroke, making Uvi feel warmth, happiness, and pleasure as she was lovingly cared for. Around her were a harem of wonderful women that looked just like her, all of them smiling happily with one another. They were cared for, provided for, and kept nice and comfortable with their loving Mistress. "You're still so beautiful even now Uvi... So sweet, kind, caring, sexy, clever... Oh I love you so much..." And soon Uvi would get up, her Mistress smiling as the angel began a beautiful song, listening at the beautiful music that even now warmed the very souls of everyone in that wonderful harem.

Setsuna stood in front of a roaring crowd, holding her championship belt high above her head, posing dramatically to her own music, standing ready for one of the biggest challenges yet. Another song would play and Maya would walk out confidently, posing as well, her music blaring around the arena, getting the crowd even more pumped up. And she'd hold her own belt aloft before walking in and standing right by Setsuna's side, the two whispering to each other to prepare strategy even now... And then their opponents would enter, a red oni and a blue oni, holding identical belts, growling at the slime girl and angel brought before them. They'd raise their belts, putting the 2-on-2 Belts on the line against the strongest champions in the arena. The fight would start and Setsuna would immediately slide into Maya's body, the two working better this way. Every time their opponents tried to punch Maya, goo would fly out of her pores to block the strike, working almost like another layer of armor. The scene would shift and the two would be at a hotspring, Maya pleasuring her favorite angel, pulsing into her cock to drive her wild, and looking around there were now 4 championship belts sitting around them...

Dura would be travelling with a small Kitsune girl, the two having decided to adventure together in search of cute things and relaxing places, finding a nice friendship with one another. Kinyyi had grown to really enjoy Dura's company, and so would likely follow along no matter where Dura went. Plus they both brought along their own little goo pets, Dura a small goo-turtle, and Kinyyi a goo-bunny. Though while they were travelling, one day Abbadon would show up, but rather than fight she would merely place a basket of fruits and other gifts down before the pair, with a small note that merely read 'I'm Sorry', on it, the angel apologizing for how violent their fight had become. Either way, the kitsune would eagerly follow the angel around, having adventures and a real fun time, only occasionally getting in danger and having to use her Goddess Form and sometimes play with Dura too much. But Dura would always be freed and have an apologetic kitsune there doing everything she could to make up for it...

The ghost that Deva had only met briefly had apparently gone on to find itself an eternal lover, one that she could be with together for eons. She found a beautiful vampire woman to keep her company, the two staying with one another, causing no harm to the world around them now that they could hold one another. Their love would last forevermore, the two of them united in their eternal death and life...

Athayla would live happily in her warm grove deep in a magical jungle, her beautiful little angel Andra wrapped in her coils, a blissful and safe smile on her face. She was safe with her loving predator, her snake goddess that kept her protected from any evil creatures that had terrible plans for her. The angel could remain wrapped in her Mistress' coils, and be protected. Day in and day out she was given pleasure and allowed to service those twin shafts. And while the serpent woman was rather intimidating, the love that she felt for Andra was true. She wanted to care for and protect her beautiful little piece of prey. So the two would once again kiss one another deeply before Athayla sank her fangs into Andra, filling her with venom to spike her pleasure all over again, smiling eagerly as the woman devolved into moans of pure pleasure.