Conquest Of The Fallen: Dark Dominions

SHE'D BET GOOD MONEY—if she had it—they'd never seen a chick that big.

The blondie shook in her grasp. She could literally feel his bones rattling about. How she loved it? Mary gripped tighter, feeling herself already warming up. All that wet, gathering between her big, big thighs. "I ain't a-avoiding you! Ah-Ah swear on my mama!"

"Aww!!! Look at that. So sweet." She made a face and dragged him close enough for her breath to tickle his lips. He was now vibrating—literally. And Mary was loving the shit out of it. "Ain't he sweet?" She glanced at the party chicks. But before they could come close to an articulate reply she turned back to the bartender. "Oi! Funny boy!" Her voice came out coarse—which always happened when she was hot and ready, "how about we leave here and you can put that mouth to better use. You can do better than these girly girls. I bet you want a real, BIG WOMAN."

Her large tail curved on the counter to softly stroke him.

"Oh, come on. Is she that thirsty for a filling?" A new voice came out of nowhere.

"Excuse me—" Mary Atwell zoomed black eyes on the Gyaru party, but it wasn't them. One of the made-up bimbos pointed behind. And Mary dropped the boy. She turned to see a red-eyed bitch, with some ancient red dress, and red shooting out her wrist. Liquid red. Mary Atwell stepped up to her—a tower of scales and booze.

"What did you just say to me?"

Racquel, the red woman, didn't flinch. "I said, is SHE that thirsty for a filling. Your pussy, I mean."

"WHO THE SHIT ARE YOU?" A clawed arm was rising.

"I am the bitch who is going to give you exactly what you want."

"And what is that, BITCH!" Mary threw back in her face.

"Remember YOUR EMINENCE?" Racquel's red eyebrow arched. Mary went quiet. But Racquel knew better than to buy her attempt at naivety. "As it stands I know, Mary Atwell than you're in heat. And let's be sincere, reptiles really don't know how to keep it in their pants."

"I—" Mary started.

"Bup!" Racquel shut her up with a hand. "You were willing to fuck this sod shiverer just now. I bet you would have killed him in it too. Well as it so happens, the Apollyon is nigh. He is wounded, Aye. But you can have your go at him after he's healed—though knowing you I doubt you'd wait that long." Mary narrowed her eyes. "What am I to do for His Eminence?"

"Save him." With that Racquel turned and vanished into her swirling blood again.

• HIGH HALL, THE ANDALUS COURT, CORYNTHIA

Erika Burgess sat, listening to Senator Marcus Cresper go on and on about what he thought the amalgamation of the isles should be called. Her trendy strawberry hair fell flawlessly down her back; she was straight-spined in her seat—round-rimmed glasses shadowing very attractive eyes. She was his secretary. If you asked her, Senator Marcus Cresper was shit.

Her first day on the job and he boldly pinched her nipples. His excuse: she was showing them fancy pink areolas. But then Erika had never fancied a corset.

If you asked her, the islands should never be united. They were in themselves independent nations, tribes of diverse and exotic culture; there was a reason the entirety of House Burgess made the decision to send her schooling in Corynthia. As a Skyling girl she just loved the skies up here, forever summer and picturesque. She would thwart the Senator if she could. Presently she was scribbling on her notes, "Fuck you, button-dick fuck! Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you—"

"You look like you need a carriage outta here, Miss."

"Pardon?" Erika turned at the interrupting voice. Her bespectacled eyes landed on an intense woman, in floor-sweeping red. Erika looked around to see if anyone else in the hallowed halls was watching. This strange red lady had a circle of blood swirling behind her—and somehow she had caught only Erika's eyes. She asked plainly, "and who are you?"

"You seem an intelligent girl," the crimson lady told her, "so I'll tell you. My name's Racquel Serpent. Those who worship me call me—"

"THE WHORE?" Erika pronounced.

At once the entire Andalus Court went quiet. Senator Marcus Cresper turned to his secretary.

"Maybe...but that's not what I was gonna say." Racquel turned and started back for her bloody portal. "You coming?"

Erika looked incredulous. "Excuse the fuck outta you! Now you've been caught out, you think I'm just going to enter that... thing with you? What the hell is that thing? You're famous in the world, know that! Real famous for being the bitch that force-feeds odd men her haunted, Critch blood."

"Would you rather take your chances with this?"

Erika huffed, seeing the astonished faces of noblemen and senators staring in from the round levels of the hall. "What prompts me?"

"I have one name for you: Israfel."

With that said, Racquel stepped through the daunting circle of blood, leaving Erika with the ball literally in her court. One look at the Senator closing in, and the Skyling woman rushed forward after Racquel—the lesser of two evils.

• THE EMPYREAN CASTLE, TITANS LANDING

The great hanging steeples—or what remained of it—lay under black rain and even seemed to shiver against the cold discs.

—BLISZZZT!

A flash of crimson light filled the space of rubbles and broken towers. Much of the Castle lay in serious ruin. It was evident in the human-sized holes cratered into the ancient brick that some superhuman had been sent hurling into the very stone. That crimson light which shone in the area, bathing the fallen Cedar pillar and proud byzantine veils, torn off their posts materialized into Racquel Serpent and a new visitor to the place—one of who's eyes scanned in pall the great Castle at its worst; Yemaya's voice blew out in ripples. "It's even worse than you mentioned, red woman."

Racquel stood silently beside her. The rolling thread of blood behind them remained open as her activated portal.

BLISZZZT! BLISZZZT! BLISZZZT!

Three more people stepped out of the blood-borne portal, each bearing their own faces of shock once they came through.

Mary Atwell.

Dementa of the Freelands. The two Rocasian sisters, Yukima Nassai and Daschelle Novak.

BLISZZZT!

And finally, Erika, a prim and pampered Skyling fae.

All had come for the one man they had in common. The Apollyon. For they were in truth, all of them, his exes. Ex girlfriend, ex one-night stand, ex one-week fling, ex sidechick, ex anything. Ex everything. "Woah! What happened here?" Dash's cute blue iris enlarged. She was the youngest of the appearing group. Racquel didn't need to reply. For Erika was faster; she hissed. "Lilith." Yemaya beheld the heap of bodies clearly outlined in the wreck of stone, and the patter of the blizzard drizzle slushing down the cold, bluish skins of what had to he everyone that had lived up in this grand edifice. Most had died by Lilith's crushing wrath. Others, when the shined walls came tumbling down. "I thought she's his mama. Why would she do this to him?"

"His mother?" Mary Atwell, alias Bloody Mary cornered Yemaya into the slit of her snake eyes. The ocean goddess shrugged, shocked that the other exes didn't know. This chapter was made possible by the MV_LEMPYR community.

"Before you think you're special, mermaid, we all had sex with him." Erika was quick to point out.

Yemaya had a fine retort on her mouth for the young chick when Racquel cut in. She told them her mind on the issue. "I did not bring you here to argue, the lot of you. I brought y'all here to fight. To fight for the man you all once knew. . .whom is getting his arse beat to shit right now and we sit here like soy sauce and argue."

"He's being beat to shit?" Smoking water very much like steam filled the air as Dementa's iron fists heated up in [Green Cosmo].

"Up there," pointed Racquel.

All the women looked up then. And immediately, bang! They caught a terrible flash of lightning. White and hotter than if it struck the sea. It was upon close investigation that Mary Atwell did spot him—it was Israfel being punched around in the murky skies, with speed so fast and so many times it seemed like it was lightning breaking the sky. But actually a demon falling in and out of them.

The black clouds frothed yonder like a rolling sea. "My ginger Earl." Mary said. She called him fondly by the title she remembered him. Then at once she lifted her head up in a guttural cry,

"Fuuuuck Lilith!"

And at once she was changed into the fury of her more animal side. She entered rage mode and in her transformation fully bore the name Bloody Mary. When her [Rip Muscle] was completed inside and out, Bloody Mary stood at a great 12ft, frightening as a basilisk, more jarring than a Nile crocodile. Patters of the drizzle hit on her vibrant green scales.

BOOM!

She shot into the sky, joining the fight.

Yukima pulled off her uniform, joining with her sister Daschelle in a [Blue Firestorm]. As one glowing entity, both princesses ascended from the blackened ruins too into the deathly skies with the warring devils. The other women needed no transfiguration for they could all fly. Lilith was holding Rafel up by his beam of wet, red hair when they met in the heavens. She laughed coldly when she saw them. "You brought these love-weary mites to my tussle?" Her violet iris shined brighter, below upon Racquel in a dilapidated window of a torn tower. "You'd better start running, Blood Bitch. For as soon as I fry these pesky wasps, I'm coming for that sweet blood of yours."

She licked her fangs. And in a flash—which included breaking bones, a dark purple dragon, so deep umber it was almost the color of midnight was floating in the air, in Lilith's place.

"Come and get it, wasps!" The umber dragon hissed, slithering her long, forked tongue.