Chapter 66: True Colors



[???? True Colors – Cyndi Lauper.]

"Oh, don't look so surprised, child?" Lilith paced around Giselle and Cordelia's shivering frames.

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

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

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

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

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

Giselle caught the red bitch snicker again.

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

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

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

That did it for Giselle. She went yelling.

"AAAAAAHHH! YOU MOTHER FUCKING BIT—"

Lilith abruptly smacked her across the face.

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

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

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

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

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

"Of course, Your Eminence."

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

[TO BE CONTINUED.]