Dearly Beloved

After an hour of lounging on the beach in her angel shape, a still denuded Bellatrix Primadonna made her way back into the mansion, maneuvering through rows of guests who also reclined naked on the sands.

On the second floor, she discovered a room that resembled a love motel, down to the blinding, sensuous pink that emanated from its warm walls over her radiant skin.

Each chamber could alter itself to match the inhabitants, Moxxi in this case, since she was left in charge while the she-devil rested. She strode up behind the imp with arms crossed, looked over her shoulder where the urchin used a series of mirrors to watch over the grounds.

“Why am I not surprised? Ever the voyeur,” dryly observed Bellatrix, her mouth drawn.

“Can ya 'eaven and 'ell blame me?” Moxxi snickered, licking her lips. “Wif aw the sexual tension risin' up, people were bound ter zig and zag! I’m just pushin’ them in the wite direction~.”

“Hmm, I suppose you have a point,” Bellatrix sighed. She did promise the imp to let her run the show for the remainder of the day, so she decided to sit and watch. It felt a tad wrong to invade their privacy, but she felt compelled to at least peek in to make sure everything was okay. After all, if Shadow Scythe did remember all that had happened, they had to be ready for anything.

And while the imp displayed her usual lascivious demeanor, Bellatrix sensed something was ‘off’ about her. Still, she didn’t want to pressure Moxxi about it just yet.

For now, Bellatrix watched as Sombra swept up Inky Rose, carried her behind the tree, and now claimed his lover. Happily, the pegasus fluttered her wings, one of her legs raised, as their snouts mashed and he repeatedly pushed into her. He'd barely been able to keep his hands off her since their arrival, the king and queen obviously reminded of their own wedding night.

“Two of our children are married,” murmured Inky as he cupped one of her bouncing breasts mid-thrust.

“I expect Midnight will have lots of responsibilities,” Sombra agreed, wheezing between grunts. Wet schlicks and the sound of raw flesh slapping met the ear as he drove himself in-and-out, his other hand tracing her inner thigh and bouncy buttocks.

“I-I'm sure he'll, mmm, be fine,” she answered, her face thoroughly flushed, palms resting on the trunk. The sun continued its dip below the horizon, the sky stained in vibrant colors. “Mmnh~! You haven't lost a single step, my love.”

“Nor have you.” He nipped her neck, eyes closed as he sped up, groaning as he loosed himself inside her. She shuddered and panted, a warm wet trickle down her legs, pushed back into him when he drove himself deep as possible into her moist depths.

More than convinced the outside area was safe, Bellatrix turned her attention towards another room, where her sister and Lady Ewe were currently intertwined. A slight smile appeared on the she-devil’s snout. In her eyes, the pair had all but officially declared themselves a couple, the apparent romance growing through their shared travels. Of all the potential partner’s Beatrix could have chosen to settle down with, she was elated it would be the dream faun.

“Damn.… I wish I could stay like this forever,” murmured Beatrix, her bare flesh pressed into her lover's. “Just you and me, hand in hand, not having to worry about anything.”

“Hehe! As dae Ah, Ceann oga,” Oona responded in a soft purr, stroking the mare’s platinum mane.

Sighing, Beatrix reluctantly pulled away. “I’ll have to set out again soon…”

“Av course. You need to explhre as many whrlds as you can to fully master yooehr powers. Still, Ah impressed how far you’ve come in such a shhrt amahunt av time!"

Her mentor’s praises earned a blush from the witch, the two mashing their heated breasts against each other. “I wish you’d come with me,” Beatrix admitted.

“Ah know, but Ah can’t yit. Ah need tae return hom an' see if Ah can fin' anythin' 'at coods leid us toward th' reit path. But…” A knowing smile appeared as Oona fluttered her lashes. “Ye coold convince me brither tae join ye~.”

Her suggestion caused Beatrix to squeak in alarm. “D-Dion?! I-I mean, only if he…a-and you.… I-I only just met him, but I wouldn’t be opposed.” She pouted, face completely red.

Oona snickered. “Relax, hen. Ah’ve seen th' way th' two ay ye’ve bin eyin' each other. Wa naet spend th' nicht an' git tae know one anither better~?”

“...I was that obvious, huh?” Beatrix laughed sheepishly, rubbing the back of her head. “B-but, are you sure? I don’t wanna ruin what we have…”

The shaman cupped her friend’s cheeks to pull her close, locking lips briefly. “Ah don’t min'. Mah brither an' Ah hae shared plenty ay things durin' uir yooth. Sharin' a lover wooldn’t be tay far fetched. Besides, nae matter whit, Ah’ll still be haur fur ye. Always.”

Nodding, Beatrix whined as Lady Ewe rose to pull up the straps of her dress, motherly mounds jiggling back into place as she went to open the door, the witch yelping to discover Dion was already waiting outside.

“She’s aw yers~” Oona giggled, butting her head to his before leaving the room, the taller ram closing the door behind her while giving the bashful unicorn a sly grin.

“Y-you two planned this, didn’t you?!” Beatrix exclaimed, her heart racing as her eyes fell onto the warrior’s bare, chiseled chest and biceps as he shrugged his shoulders.

“Th' heart wants whit it wants! Ah won’t lie an' pretend Ah haven’t wondered whit a nicht wi' Beatrix Belladonna was like~.”

Beatrix gulped, doing her best to compose herself as she shuffled up to make space once her burly partner took a seat. Sir Dion was naked save for the black wool that covered his thighs and crotch, though a bright red tip was poking through, much to her excitement. “S-so then.... Do we...?”

“Naet yit,” Dion said politely, crimson eyes staring adamantly into her violets. “Ah can tell ye’re naet ready.”

“I-I’m so sorry!” Beatrix groaned, folding her arms over her bust. “This is all sudden. I-I want to, you’re, like, really sexy. I-it’s just, I don’t know much about you, I-I’m infatuated with your sister, a-and...”

A light chuckle left his lips as he scooted closer, wrapping his large arm over to comfortably rub her shoulder. “Oona has tauld me much abit ye. How, despite yer origins, ye strife tae become yer own person an' fight aw ‘at threaten those aroond ye. 'at is th' markin' ay a true warrior, Beatrix.”

Her eyes watered, slowly growing comfortable in his arm while she pressed into his chest, her hand trailing over his arm, fingers tracing over a few of his scars. “I-I wish I could believe that…”

“Ohh? Ye don’t hink sae?”

“I’m still scared,” Beatrix confessed. “I’m constantly fighting against my fears; they just keep piling up with every new foe or problem I face. Half the time, I’m putting up a mask to hide behind in hopes people will believe me. Come to think of it, I haven’t had any real male company like this since…h-him…”

Dion frowned, nodding his head. “Aye. Oona tauld me abit yer encoonter wi' th' fallen one Zeloph. Th' burden he’s left ye is heavy; Ah can feel it. But th' fact 'at ye woods go tae th' end ay time tae fin' yer daughter is admirable. An' when ye reunite wi' 'er, naethin' will be left tae stand in yer way.”

“You…you really think so?” Beatrix asked, sniffling as the male ram lifted her chin up, smiling down at her.

“Ah know sae! Those who fight fur themselves are destined tae die forgotten. But those ‘at fight fur others will have their names remembered fur eons. Sure, ye’ll be scared. But fear will make ye bolder. Fur each time 'at ye’ve wanted tae rin ur hide, ye turn back tae confront yer enemy head-on. 'at is determination. 'at is whit will leid ye tae Abadonna!”

Beatrix’s heart fluttered, reaching to wipe away her tears while smiling gratefully. It seemed poetic wisdom was hereditary, making the witch feel at ease in the warrior’s muscular arms.

“Thank you…for understanding. It really means a lot,” the unicorn cooed softly, brushing her hand through his beard as their faces grew closer before their lips briefly touched. A couple more lip locks, and the two pulled each other close as Beatrix straddled on top of Dion, grinding her pelvis to work his throbbing cock out.

The unicorn moaned, feeling those rough hands grope and secure her tits and ass, his mouth leaving hers to attach to her neck, earning more squeaks. Meanwhile, the witch’s hands trailed down his torso and abs to coil around his hot red member. It wasn’t as big or girthy as a stallion’s, but it was long with a pointed tip, definitely made to reach deep within a mare.

Suddenly, he pushed her down, Beatrix yelping as her back met the comforter before it arched as Dion’s lips captured her erected nipple. She whimpered, his big hands running all over her belly and thighs in a sensual rub down, giggling as his beard tickled her navel while trailing his kisses down. Her eyes briefly met his before the ram began to lap and suck at her folds, thumb rubbing into her clit, causing Beatrix to gasp and groan in pure bliss.

“A-aaagh! O-oh shit! Fuck~!”

Her nethers quivered as that wickedly long tongue slithered around inside her juicy hole, Dion muffling his grunt into her marehood, trying to savor all her nectar. And just as she felt the throes of orgasm climbing within, he pulled away with heavy pants, smiling slyly while the witch returned a frustrated pout.

“Y-you bastard!! I was close~!” She growled playfully, eyes half-lidded. The ram chuckled before climbing over her curvy body, cupping her cheek while rubbing his wet thumb against her lips, to which she suckled on.

“Ah can’t lit ye cum just yit,” he apologized, stroking his cock against her wet slit while batting Beatrix’s pussy with the tip. “Naet ‘til Ah’ve fucked ye brains out. An’ e’en then, Ah don’t plan on stoppin’ ‘til we’ve tay exhausted~.”

“Mmmhmmnf~! Oh yeah? Think you’re quite the hot stu--aaaah~!” She squeaked upon feeling Dion ram his rod into her gushing hole, her vaginal muscles trying to squeeze down on his thrusting shaft.

“Ye may have faced kings, demigods, an’ monsters. But now, ye face a man!”

“O-oh fuck~!” Beatrix moaned happily as he got to work fulfilling that promise, hammering her hips with rough thrusts, silencing her cries with soft kisses.

From their vantage, Bellatrix’s face was heated while shaking her head at the display of ravenous lovemaking. “Good grief! Already scored another one, and she didn't even have to leave the house this time.”

Used to her sister's promiscuous adventures, she turned her focus elsewhere, more than assured Beatrix was in good hands. Her main concern was Shadow Scythe, though she remained elusive in the manor. Bellatrix suspected she had taken her leave.

More rooms were scanned, most of them empty, until they stumbled on Moon Hammer and the crystal pony maids. The first set of Foal-Bearer and Wet Nurse squished their mounds together, sticky with his seed and their own juices, which spilled from their pink slits. Each time they connected, it was like masturbation, as their cutie marks all shimmered in resonance.

The minotaur currently mounted the second Foal-Bearer, who, like her sisters, had a thoroughly flushed face, her arms pulled behind her while he mounted her on all fours, her teeth bit into a pillow. Sweat ran down his chest as he railed her, and soft buttocks smacked under the repeated impacts. He huffed and snorted, flared his nostrils, on the verge of fresh release.

“Give it to her,” wheezed the second Wet Nurse, who sat with her legs spread and furiously rubbed her swollen love button. “M-my sister needs it!” She impatiently awaited her own turn with him, having quickly lost track of their shared climaxes.

Groaning, he sheathed himself deep as he could, most mares unable to handle his size. But they had taken to him quickly, their holes moist and stretchy, like the quadruplets were born to be prized breeders. He fired directly into her womb, painted its hot, slimy walls, overfilled it to the point her belly swelled like the first set under his virile seed. She whined and cooed, messily squirted over his crotch.

A familiar ripple tore through her counterparts, who liked her sprayed across the sticky bedsheets, long thoroughly soaked. He withdrew from her gaped cunt, his cock still connected to her pussy by a messy trail, then he seized Wet Nurse by the waist and lifted her onto his lap.

She nickered and pressed her back to his chest, impaled on his still erect meat in one swift motion. “You wanted a 'cow' to call your own,” she whispered and directed his palms over her tits. “Didn't you?” Under his possessive squeezes, warm milk leaked out.

“Too bad two of you have to stay here,” he noted about the first set of twins, forever tied to the mansion.

“It's fine,” said the first Foal-Bearer sleepily. “You can always have Beatrix transport you here to visit us.”

“Yeah,” added the first Wet Nurse, her polygonal eyes hazy. “I want to try this with more sets of us!”

The first Foal-Bearer shook her head in bemusement. “That might be too much. We can barely handle this much pleasure,” she noted as the second Wet Nurse welcomed his size into her depths. “Still, maybe six of us would be possible...”

The second Wet Nurse said, “W-we have the best cutie mark.” She clenched around him, blushed, and tittered. Rough hands bounced and squished her udders, milked her sensitive bounties, her nipples so feminine and wide they swallowed up much of the smooth, prismatic flesh. “I...we'd like to try anal with you sometime, but w-we'll have to work up to it...!” She shivered happily.

“She means you're a lot to take in,” said the second Foal-Bearer who was happily stretched by him. Always one for details, she noted the bite mark in the pillow, where drool-stained feathers were visible. “Oh my, I lost my composure.”

True to her namesake, her womb was shaped to receive a potent seed, and she felt her eggs swim in his mass release. Her heated insides sloshed, felt a part of her filled whenever she and her counterparts fulfilled their biological purpose.

Moon Hammer kissed his current lover's neck and asked, “Do you want to return with me? Will you bear our children?”

“Yes~!” The second Wet Nurse shamelessly accepted, bounced atop him, skewered balls deep.

The foursome draped around him, aware he was close. He erupted into Wet Nurse, who squealed with her sisters and rapidly fluttered her eyelashes. She trembled and painted his lap, and the squirts of her siblings washed over him, so overwhelmed by their own shared bliss that they slipped unconscious around him. He clasped the sleepy Wet Nurse to him, barely awake.

“You're wonderful,” she murmured, his member still locked in her, and rubbed her swelled stomach.

“You too,” he answered and cuddled her. “You four have made me really lucky.”

Satisfied the area was safe, Bellatrix finally turned her attention to the married couple this all centered around. The lovers were already at it, Cerise atop Midnight as she rode him. Beside the bed, the shelves were lined in various corked bottles filled with bubbly contents, a variety of alchemy-derived potions Beatrix left with them as a gift to further spice up their sex life.

She stared into his bright eyes, traced his chiseled chest. Usually, she let the hyper-stallion take charge, but she wanted to work him up, aware that even with Moonlight's help, who watched from the side, it would be difficult to fully sate him once aroused.

“Huh,” said Moonlight, who brushed her own breasts, her wild mane draped about her. “Not bad, but...” She swung a leg over his face, settled her grayish-purple bottom onto his face, and wiggled her wide but well-toned tush. “Don't be shy, soldier! Get in there!”

“Yes, ma'am,” he quipped and sunk his muzzle into her warm, messy snatch.

“You've certainly gotten bolder,” murmured Moonlight. “And...more skilled...” Sure, she'd barely so much as touched him before, but she imagined the once painfully innocent pegasus would've been clumsy in bed.

“We've just started,” reminded Cerise as the bed creaked under her bounces. The pair of thestrals flapped their wings. Above him, the two mares kissed, and Cerise surrendered under her forceful, possessive kiss.

Moonlight yelped as he landed a loud swat on her toned ass, which wobbled. “Ooh, you've turned pretty bold, too!”

“Hyper-stallions are supposed to be dominant,” reminded Cerise, who toyed with the mare's tits. “A stud like him could need a herd down the line, and I can't invite just anyone. I need someone I can trust. Any chance you want to settle down with us...?”

“I'll think about it,” she admitted and continued to rub her plush ass over his face.

“Good!” Cerise didn't want to rush this, but she needed to think ahead, too. Her parents had their own arrangement to satisfy her father, since her mother picked the most beautiful handmaidens under their service to invite into their bedchambers, on occasion.

After the wars that had devastated her world, the population was desperately low. Was it her duty to provide more heirs? Or would that risk a potential civil war? She tried not to focus on politics and the like, reminded this was her moment.

She huffed and clenched around him when he first spilled his seed. Her tummy blossomed out, overfilled by his impossibly voluminous creamy load that pushed her over the edge. Her dam broke over his groin, and she whined into Moonlight's mouth, the pair locked while their hands wandered above their stud. Hastily she withdrew from him with a pop, starry-eyed.

“Your turn,” she said and landed her own swat on Moonlight's other ample cheek.

“Finally,” answered Moonlight, sliding off his face, her ass still faced towards him when she mounted him. A dopey smile split her face when she settled onto his massive member, felt it stretch and probe her, and to her shame, she almost lost it on the spot, as she had often dreamed of this moment but had accepted it would never happen. And yet somehow, there they were!

She started to shift her hips, rode him faster and harder, the soldier determined to prove she was a match for his bride.

Growls arose from deep within Midnight, who sat up, felt the familiar need to conquer and dominate his mares. Emotions that were once alien to him, before the twin maids had awakened the hyper-stallion. His muscles bulked up, his coat of blue fur ruffled when his eyes went white and feral.

She yelped in surprise as his hand rested atop her head and pushed her down. Moonlight moaned and clawed into the sheets, his weight pressed atop her, helpless to do anything but repeatedly take his cock, which had somehow swelled even further.

“Oh fuck~” He clamped one of her tits, and her hazy eyes met Cerise's, who used her fingers to probe her own soppy snatch.

He still had the awareness not to harm her or to pull away if she seemed uncomfortable. But instinct demanded he break her into his herd. To claim her as his. To prove to her no other mate could possibly compare.

She would plead for his cock by the time he finished with them, aware from his sessions with Cerise he could cream their well-used fuckholes at least a dozen times over.

Of course, it would leave him completely exhausted the next day, but he'd worry about that later!

Giving her a moment to adjust to his new size, he stretched his muscles taut and started to increase the fierceness of his thrusts. He'd found his seed was addictive, that had the maids not met up with Moon Hammer, they would have struggled to keep themselves off him, after the events in the manor. Strangely, only Moxxi wasn’t cum hungry, though that was likely due to her sexually chaotic nature.

Moonlight's face burned. She'd casually slept with a few fellow soldiers, stallions and mares alike, but she'd always taken charge. Yet much as she didn't want to admit this aloud, it felt nice to simply be used for someone's base pleasure for once.

Grunts escaped between his teeth. He wheezed and kept her pinned as he fucked her. She clamped around him, milked him, and her bright asshole pulsed. Drool escaped the corner of her crooked smile, her snout met by Cerise's, who burrowed into her side. Moonlight relaxed under the lovers, her mind dulled by euphoria, more thoroughly bred than she'd ever been.

With another brutal slam, he unloaded into his newest mate. "Oh shit," she cried. She closed her eyes and strained, squelched, and squirted on him as her own womb filled to overflowing and made her tummy swell. Were it not for all the potent contraceptives Beatrix left for them, they would have undoubtedly been impregnated many times over. Her dreamy eyes crossed when she writhed under her hyper-stallion stud.

“Don't surrender now,” whispered Cerise hotly in her ear. “That's only the first round! We have lots more to go!”

“W-wait, more!?” Moonlight wasn't sure whether to be excited or anxious. But she couldn't let herself look weak! “Erm, yeah, just...need a second.” He withdrew from her well-used lovehole, which oozed his viscous slime that bubbled and pooled below.

Taking up the slack, Cerise bent over the bed and presented her backside to him. She pulled aside one of her charcoal cheeks and exposed her tight pink exit hole, which he smacked his shaft on a couple of times before he pierced it. Her well-trained ass accepted him with ease, his meat lubed up by the combination of their and his own slick releases. A squelch sounded from her anus.

She tittered over her shoulder and spanked one of her wobbly cheeks. Her wingspan widened to its full width. “H-have you tried anal?” She asked his other lover, who continued to pant at their side, still overstuffed by his potent seed.

“Well...no. At least not on the receiving end,” she admitted, as she'd taken a strap on to some mares and a couple adventurous stallions. At that admission, Cerise sunk a couple fingers up Moonlight's rectum to help prime her. She pulled apart the orifice, loosened it, and made out with Moonlight as the pair of thestrals nibbled on their lips.

“Then prepare your anus,” teased Cerise, aware her words were probably a result of spending too much time with the imp.

Another hot cum explosion-filled Cerise's bowels, which her stud pumped full. She was thankful for the potions to cleanse her Beatrix supplied, worried the rush of his seed would otherwise have acted as an enema. One of which she now offered to the other mare to prepare her, reminded that if she did accept an invitation into his herd, she'd become her lover, too.

Moonlight swung a leg over the dancer and straddled her, her well-shaped ass now presented like a sandwich ready for his meat atop her. They waved their bottoms in preparation, and Midnight landed a couple playful pats on her asscheeks before he claimed her swollen asshole. She hissed and winked, dripped her nectar and his leaky seed from her twat onto Cerise's rump.

“Fuck!” Muttered Moonlight. “Shit, this feels… so different. I-I think I like this!”

“Good! Because after you're done, we'll clean up his cock,” reminded Cerise, who dutifully sucked him off each time he finished. Or when she wanted to wake him up in the morning. She couldn't deny the addictive taste and texture of the hyper-stallion's seed, a concoction that always left her dazed and euphoric after their hours worth of sessions came to an explosive end.

He pumped into Moonlight's stretchy ass, landed more possessive swats that left red handprints on her bouncy cheeks. She cooed and whimpered in response.

Pretty soon, he howled and blasted a fresh load into her clenched rectum.

The moment he withdrew with a pop, they shoved him down onto the bed and sunk between his muscular thighs. Half-lidded eyes met his own when they traced their tongues up-and-down his still erect and moist shaft, down his swollen balls, licked up the slimy cum that stained the vein-lined, massive phallus that throbbed in response and oozed out more sticky rivulets.

Instinctively his hands rested on their heads, directed his similarly needy mates to service him, to remind them they were his mares.

A last strained howl broke from Midnight while they worked his cock over, rubbed between their cheeks while they licked, sucked, and pulled on his meat.

Another pulse and his flare thundered until blossoms of cum showers fired into their manes and all over their faces, their eyes forced to close under the ceaseless onslaught that also painted their bared tits.

They drained him completely, left their stud slumped in a pile, hazy eyes barely able to focus. But from here, he watched them continue to messily kiss. Greedily the mares lewdly swapped his spunk between them, savored the swish of it in their mouths, where it stuck and swished and swirled, until they finally exhausted its salty masculine flavor and cheerily drank it all down.

Cerise sunk before the mare's tits, peppered them in messy kisses, and licked off every last stray drop. “So, what do you think?”

“Seems I'd be a fool not to accept,” admitted Moonlight, who smacked her lips, felt more of his seed settle into her warmed-over belly. “Trouble is, I'm still a little worked up, and it looks like he's finally started to tucker out...”

“My fault,” confessed Cerise, who'd been at it with him whenever possible these last few days. “Allow me?” Rather than answer with words, Moonlight pounced on her and pretty soon found herself pressed swollen pussy-to-pussy with her lover.

They lost themselves in another fresh haze of lust, aware neither would be content until they worked it all out. Sticky trails connected them, and loud squishes filled the area, drowned in a sea of their potent musk.

Cerise lost track when they switched positions. She soon bent back below her and took a strap on up her cunt, reminded that maybe next time she would let her partner try one of Beatrix's potions that would allow her to temporarily have a penis.

Maybe if her husband was up to try it, they could stuff a couple of cocks up her lower holes at the same time...?

The mere thought made her whimper and cream herself. She bit her lower lip and curled her toes, shaken to the core.

The show was broken up by Bellatrix, who decided they'd seen more than enough. Better to let them have their privacy, satisfied that if there were any threats in the mansion, they were elsewhere.

Thanks to Zeloph's intervention, she had awakened the full extent of her powers, achieved her status as a true demon lord, as she had pretended to side with him to get in close and backstab him. The torrent of emotions that once bristled in her had been quenched. After that, she had united with this eldritch abomination of a manor, and further discovered a sense of serenity.

Bellatrix headed out to the beach, confident it would be a nice place to relax until Moxxi had finished up. "Moxxi...?" She wondered where the little imp wandered off to.

*****

Thanks to the amount of sexual energy emitting from the sessions in each room, Moxxi had absorbed enough to resume her proper shape of Anarchia.

Her large hand-wings didn’t form, leaving her golden dress intact over her curvaceous body. Her heels clicked on the floorboard while she traced the strange energy that had been disturbing the house.

Energy she was more than acquainted with.

The demoness shuddered as she got closer and closer to the source, leading her to an unfamiliar room, an eerie lavender glow shimmering beneath the door frame. With a deep breath, Anarchia slowly creaked it open, light pouring out as she stepped inside.

It was a child’s room, a cradle abandoned to the side as light and music played above, a tall figure looming over the frame. His head turned, matching magenta eyes reflecting off each other, sharing a look of confinement. After a moment of silence, Anarchia was the first to speak.

“So it is true, brother. You’ve really let yourself go!”

“No thanks to you, sister,” the male nephilim scoffed, turning his wings and robes towards her. “I’m surprised to see you’ve found a way to bypass father’s curse. I can’t recall the last time I saw you like this.”

“And from the present and past I recalled, ya were proudly proclaimin' 'a you’d recuse aw mortal life from the chuffin' clutches of damnation,” she proclaimed, her gaze softening as she approached Zeloph, his numerous eyes fixated on her in a harsh glare. “And look how that turned aahhht.”

“Well, for one, I didn’t think my own flesh and blood would betray me and lock me away into a book,” the fallen one seethed, crossing his arms together.

“Ya gave me nah choice!” Anarchia insisted, balling her talons tightly. “Ya were plottin' ter massacre a bunch of people just 'cause they didn’t 'old your righteous view of the bloomin' world! Half of them were your friends!”

“As if you were any better. You carelessly threw their lives away the moment they stopped being amusing to you.”

“That was then! This is a different nickle and dime na,” she reminded him, stomping her foot down as the two locked in a deathly glare before the chaotic demoness looked over the scales and feathers growing out of his face and hands.

“You’re right,” he sneered, turning away. “I thought things would be the same. That even by facing the worst of humanity, I could still save them. My only regret is that I didn’t realize it sooner. Mortals will never change...”

“Maybe they’re not the bleedin' ones 'oo need ter change, Zenith. Maybe it's you...”

A dry chuckle left the winged immortal’s throat. “I haven’t heard that name in a long time…”

“Yer mum refused ter call ya ‘Zeloph’ if only ter spite the bloody bastard,” Anarchia spoke softly, reaching to trace her fingers over her brother’s scaled cheek, causing him to flinch at the touch before eventually relaxing.

“I…I almost forgot about that. Father would constantly berate me for preferring that name.”

“Father tried ter smite me for refusin' ter go by anything but Moxxi!”

“Oh, please. They tried to smite you for anything offensive.”

“Oh yeah~! I remember replacin' 'is scepter wif a big ol’ fleshlight.”

“And the face they made was priceless~.”

The two shared a laugh before looking back to one another, sorrow and bitterness reflecting in the other’s eyes.

“Oh, brother,” the female nephilim murmured. “Wot 'ave ya done ter yourself? Wot ‘ave ya got yourself into?”

Zeloph was going to interject her comment, stating that this was all because of Beatrix. But he knew better than to lie in front of his twin. The nephilim lowered his head to hers.

“I thought I was to be a bright beacon to those in dark times…. But now I’m just… this,” he hissed, clasping her hands away from his face. “And if this is what I’m meant to be, so be it.”

“Brother, no!”

“It’s too late for me, sister,” Zeloph shook his head. “I’ve murdered too many to stop now. More will add to the pyre should they stand in my way. I will not rest until I have my daughter safely at my side.”

“And ya fin' 'elpin’ the bloody Burnin' King is a smart idea!?”

The expression on Zeloph’s face was hard to decipher, the winged immortal tearing away from her touch.

“No.… There’s more than just that, isn’t it? I see the 'atred eatin' away at your soul. You’re not plannin' ter just find your bricks and mortar. Ya got summit worse in mind for Beatrix, and aw 'oo defied ya!”

“And what of it?” He confirmed. “Will you try to protect them from me? Are you going to stand against me once more!?”

“Nah! Gaagh! Don’t ya get it?!” Anarchia groaned, shaking her head. “I’m tryin' ter stop ya from makin' a 'orrible mistake! It’s not them I wanna protect, idiot! It’s you!”

Zeloph’s glare softened with confusion, unable to comprehend his sister's words before she flung herself at him, nearly knocking the crib over. He yelped as Anarchia pinned him to the floor, her body pressed up against him, tears leaking down her face.

“There’s not a day that goes by where I don’t regret 'urtin' ya, Zenith. Ya were the only wahn 'oo stuck by me whenever I got into barney rubble. Ya always 'ad me hammer and tack! And I feel loike absolute shit for lettin' ya fall so low. Ya were such a gentle soul, brother! Ya 'eld so much golden dove and warmf in your light! I’m…I’m sorry for what’s 'appened ter ya.”

“A-Ana…” Zeloph groaned, struggling to remove his twin, only for her to cling to him tighter. Their breath brushed against each other’s lips before they slowly met. Anarchia’s cheeks flourished, having fantasized about this scenario so many times. Of all the darkest desires and feelings to hide, arousal for one’s sibling was one she personally couldn’t deny. Many saw it as taboo, yet she couldn’t deny how strongly she missed having her brother.

On Zeloph’s end, the shock and astonishment left him unable to return her advances. For as long as he knew her, Anarchia would tease him, accidentally bumping into him or flashing him with an eyeful of her cleavage. Back then, they were minor annoyances. But after escaping the Necronomicon, a new wave of elation washed over being kissed by his sister. They were strong, dark, and passionate, and he found himself eager to return them.

Their lips parted, staring heavily at each other before slowly raising. Once again, tension hung in the air as they just looked over one another. Awkwardly coughing, Zeloph broke the silence this time.

“And to think, all those times you teased me…. I thought you weren’t serious,” he stated, trying to collect himself.

“Lust is easy ter find. Love’s much 'arder ter come across…ya and I bof kna that,” Anarchia responded bitterly, folding her arms over her chest. “Look. I won’t get in the way of your plan. I don’t approve of it, nor do I like who ya got taggin’ along. But I kna I can’t change your mind…”

Zeloph sighed, shaking his head as a mirror lit up, his hooded assailant waiting on the other side. “I should go… I’ve stayed for too long.” The winged immortal began to make his exit before his half-sibling took his arm, halting him. Zeloph was almost alarmed at the pleading look in her water pink eyes.

“... 're ya garn ter kill 'er?” The demoness asked.

He looked away, considering the option before he answered, “...I want to, but… I don’t know.”

“Well…kna this, Zenith. Even if you’ve chosen ter turn your back against the bloody universe. Even if ya 'elp brin' abaht the chuffin' end of days...kna that I’ll be the wahn ter save ya. Even if ya despise me…I will always love ya, brother.”

Anarchia’s eyes lit up as a familiar glow shimmered softly in her brother’s. For a brief second, the innocent, noble angel she grew up with flickered back to life…before he turned away to walk into the portal. But before he took another step, Zeloph turned around to his sibling.

“I forgive you,” were his parting words before vanishing into the reflection. The hooded figure leered at the demoness, who returned the look in kind, as the image faded away.

Anarchia sighed as she curled her knees to her chest, letting the melody playing over the crib help her drift to sleep. She knew she’d have to relinquish the manor back to Bellatrix, and by proxy, she would learn of this encounter. But that would be a problem for another day.

*****

A costume materialized over Beatrix, stretching and yawning when she walked the beach, where people were scattered about. Many of them were still asleep, others aware she would have to return many of them home soon. Trash littered the shore, some of it washed away by the waves.

Seabreeze continued to surf, while Shimmer Shade casually captured more of the scene that spread before them.

She wandered so far the party vanished behind her, reminded she couldn't head out too far, or else she would leave the safety of the mansion's influence. Soon she stood alone, paused to study the moon, hummed, then shifted a heeled boot in the sand.

“BOO!” Someone poked her from behind.

“Gah!” Beatrix hopped and spun to face the source of the voice. “Mini-Trix?! Shadow Scythe, wherever you are-”

The little clone of herself mischievously smirked. “NOT HER DOING! I'M MY OWN PERSON NOW, THANKS TO YOU!”

Beatrix cocked an eyebrow. “What do you mean...?” Then she realized that somehow the miniature 'illusion' had made contact with her. More ectoplasm to provide its substance? No, she sensed it was somehow far more than that...

“She's a tulpa,” stated Bellatrix, who stood near them with her arms folded.

“Wh-what? But...how...?” Beatrix stared at her little theatrical copy and recalled what she knew of the term. “So, she's like an imaginary friend who's gained sentience and independence...? How's that possible...?”

“Mini-Trix is tied to the mansion now,” further explained Bellatrix, who sighed. “You've 'birthed' her into existence.”

Snorts and snickers escaped the little mare who scrunched up her snout. “YOU WERE SO TERRIBLY LONELY, AND WANTED TO SEE POOR ABADONNA, BUT I POPPED UP INSTEAD! MINI-TRIX HAS MANY TRICKS!”

“Stop that!” Beatrix clamped hands over her ears. “You're so loud! And I don't want to hear that terrible catchphrase anymore!”

“WHY? YOU CAME UP WITH IT! HEEHEE~!” She spun on her heel.

“And you don't need to shout! We can hear you just fine!” Beatrix couldn't help but wonder if she'd ever been that annoying...?

The eldritch abomination was capable of small miracles, able to warp its interior, and somehow it had helped make Belladonna's dreams into reality. Yet rather than the daughter she'd lost, it had brought to life this mischievous manifestation.

“AHEM. Okay. Indoor voice,” said Mini-Trix, who continued to wickedly smirk.

“Tch. Fine.” She knelt before her, unable to deny she could use the company. There were times the mansion's massive interior could feel quite lonesome, where she heard each step echo. “Just don't make trouble, okay?”

“M'kay,” she answered innocently and crossed her fingers behind her back.

Bellatrix pursed her lips into a thin line. “She could prove worse than the imp. I'll keep a watchful eye on her.”

“You'll have to catch me~!” Mini-Trix taunted them in her little sing-song voice, whipped a smoke bomb from the inside of her cape, and dropped it at her feet. Her silhouette vanished amidst the clouds of colored smoke while she cackled maniacally.

A wry smile crossed Bellatrix. “What a nuisance…no offense.”

“None taken,” answered Beatrix, heaving her shoulders. She watched her sister take off, simultaneously relieved and saddened to be alone again. She clasped the Prima Materia that held her cape for comfort, disappointed this reunion would soon come to an end.

Most of those she met would move on, like they always did. She reminded herself they had their own stories to tell, and trying to hold onto them too tightly would only limit them and breed resentment. She couldn't afford to be needy if she hoped to mature.

Her heels crunched on the sands while she wandered about aimlessly. “Mini-Trix, huh? Good to know I can still be surprised...”

*****

Dawn started to break over the area. Cerise Silhouette walked hand-in-hand with Midnight and Moonlight, still naked and at her sides, her footfalls light on the moist sands. The moon's rays reflected off their bared skin. She sucked in the salty scent carried on the wind, their nipples perky under its caresses. A toothy smile split her face while she listened to the waves.

Fireworks exploded in the distance and sparkled in the air each time they screamed. The light show washed over their bodies, and she wondered, who was responsible? Beatrix, she assumed? She openly laughed in glee, her neon pink eyes lit up.

Next came more wild music. “Come on!” She released their hands, landed a playful smack on her lovers' rumps, then ran off to dance some more. They exchanged a look then rushed after her.

What more could she possibly want...?

This was the start of her new life, and she didn't want to waste a moment of it!

“Hey, is that...?” She pointed to Hanzal and Candy, who sat bare on a rolled out towel.

“Oh! H-hi,” he said and blushed. “We decided to go with the flow. Hope you don't mind.”

“Of course not! It was my idea,” replied Cerise and noted how close they sat. “So, are you two like a couple now?”

“Yes,” replied Candy, who wrapped an arm around him. “To be honest, stallions usually scare me, but I can trust him.”

He reddened further and scratched his mane. “W-well, I simply did what anyone should have. I couldn't abandon you. But I'm thankful you decided to take a chance on me. I promise not to let you down.” His hand closed over hers.

“Aww~” Cerise made a heart with her hands when Candy kissed his cheek. “You're such a cute couple!”

“Reminds me a little of how we first met,” said Midnight. “Like when I caught you and swept you up into my arms!” The dancer giggled as he demonstrated, yanked off her feet and into his arms, whereupon she nestled in his fluffy blue fur.

“I'm sure you were your usual chivalrous self,” said Moonlight, who nudged his ribs while Cerise nuzzled his bare chest.

Aware that the party would soon come to an end, Cerise hopped down and moved on to make the last rounds before the day closed.

She sang, danced, ate, and drank some more, stuffed herself silly with wedding cake until she nearly made herself sick, sharing laughter with her companions. Pretty soon, clothes began to materialize over the guests, once dawn started to break over the area.

“Already time? Darn,” she mumbled and lightly hopped to her feet. “Let's see everyone off! Hurry!”

A bluish-white oval shimmered and hummed ahead in the middle of the air. Beside it stood Beatrix, and some of the attendees were lined up before the nexus.

“It's been fun,” said Arcanum Folklore, who chewed on his cigarette and offered a casual salute, back in his trench coat and outfit he arrived in. “But I think it's about time I headed back. Thanks a ton, everyone.”

“Please visit again someday,” called Cerise with a sad smile.

“Yeah,” added Sunny, smirking flirtatiously at him. “I want to drink with you some more! And hear more of your stories!” A subdued hiss sounded when he made his exit, followed close behind by Sunny, who playfully punched Beatrix in the shoulder.

“Hold up,” reminded Beatrix, who raised a palm to halt her. “Let me close this one down and open another, or else you'll end up where he's headed!” She closed the circle and then drew a fresh one, confident she returned each guest to their rightful place.

“Darn it,” mumbled Sunny, who secretly hoped she could trail her new buddy home. She then vanished into the next circle.

Next came Seabreeze, who wore the attire she came in and carried a surfboard beside her. “Wild party. You'll have to invite me the next time you throw one.” She shook hands with everyone near her, then crossed into the portal, which flashed in response.

Aftet that Moon Hammer marched up with the quadruplets all around him. “Too bad all of you can't come home with me.”

“We'll always be here,” said the first Foal-Bearer. “So if you ever decided to return...” She and the first Wet Nurse winked.

The second set of twins draped themselves on the minotaur. “We can be wed in your village if you like,” said the second Foal-Bearer. “Plus, we can always try this with another set of twins, the next time Beatrix crosses a set of our counterparts...”

The second Wet Nurse planted a smack on his cheek, forced onto her toes to reach him despite their heels. “Thanks for everything, princess! And you too, Beatrix!” The second set of twins waved to them first before they crossed into the rift ahead of their lover.

“Those rings have protective runes inscribed on them,” reminded Moon Hammer as he followed his lovers inside. The minotaur looked off to see the warrior ram, the two nodding at each other, looking forward to the day they could continue their bout.

“Quite th' impressife brawler,” Dion complimented. “Those maids will be quite canty, Ah reckon.”

“Oh, aye,” Lady Ewe giggled. “Which reminds me, Ah’ll need tae be headin’ hom shortly. Whit have ye decided?”

“Ah can afford tae stick aroond a wee bit longer. Beatrix an' Ah still have plenty tae gab abit.” He threw a cheeky wink at the witch, who smirked back at him before turning her attention to Hanzel and Candy.

Beatrix smirked and said, “Sorry we didn't have more time to get acquainted, but I'm glad you were able to crash the party!”

“Thank you for letting us stay,” he replied and offered a hand, which she shook.

“We had fun! Plus, we were able to kindle a romance,” said Candy, whose cheeks colored. They, too, crossed into the tear.

After them came Shimmer Shade, whose skirt swished about. “My thanks for allowing me to practice my trade, mademoiselle.”

“And thank you for the life-like statues,” replied Cerise, who cheerily tittered.

She returned her smile and fluttered her lashes. “They should last a lifetime,” she stated with a slight bow, then crossed over.

One-after-another more filed out, returned to a variety of dimensions. A few chose to stay at the mansion for now, where the rooms shifted to suit their personal tastes.

Moxxi had relinquished the manor's reins back to Bellatrix Primadonna, but wished to have a moment alone. The first set of Foal-Bearer and Wet Nurse immediately started to clean up the area, only for most of the rubbish to be wrapped up in Bellatrix's aura and banished elsewhere to save them unnecessary time and effort.

“I hope this doesn't make us redundant,” muttered Foal-Bearer.

“Hey,” cut in Wet Nurse. “Bellatrix has to rest sometime! That's when we'll shine!”

“Yes,” Bellatrix telepathically cast into their heads, able to hear everyone on the grounds who weren't able to mask themselves with potent magic, like Shadow Scythe had. “Your services will always be invaluable, as I can only afford to strain myself so much.”

Soon, Cerise Silhouette found herself back in the dining hall, seated across from her parents, brother Penumbra, and his wife, Lily. Somnambula also sat in, the room dimly lit by candelabra that cast them in shadow. The bride squeezed Midnight's and Moonlight's hands below the table, both situated at her sides. She inhaled deeply and began, “There's a lot I have to discuss...like...um...”

“We three have decided to form a herd,” stated Moonlight boldly.

Inky raised an eyebrow. “So soon? Well, congratulations! It's certainly a common practice, since females far outweigh males.”

Midnight nodded and said, “That's true of our world, too.”

Somnambula carefully studied them. “Hmm...yet I sense there is a far more profound revelation you wish to share.”

“Uh-huh.” Cerise lowered her eyes. “It's about Midnight and Beatrix. Apparently, they're half-brother and sister! And if what we heard was true, Beatrix's presence alters any world she travels to and makes it conform to her!”

King Sombra nodded darkly. “I suspected as much. My apprentice has many talents, and moreover, the Prima Materia isn't the mere trinket she came to believe, but a vital part of her, like she first suspected. She's used it in the past to draw on a small portion of the Demiurge's power. She's like a walking butterfly effect, warping reality in small ways wherever she treads.”

Midnight asked aloud, “Does that mean she makes things worse like, Shadow Scythe claimed...?”

Sombra shook his head. “Not necessarily. Simply...different. But I'd like to think she's overall had a positive effect on the multiverse. Of course, no one was ever meant to wield that much power, which is why she needs companions to keep her in check. Frequently, Lady Ewe has fulfilled that role. But there may come a time where she needs a team to back her up.”

Penumbra said, “You mean Cerise.”

“If she wishes,” he answered. “I know my daughter hungers for adventure, and while I worry for her, I have no wish to hold her back, either. Besides, when Midnight and I crossed swords, I sensed a similar stirring inside him. Politics will likely bore him.”

Midnight pursed his lips. “I'll do my best! But I’d indeed like to repay Beatrix, after she's helped us all so much!”

“Same,” added Cerise, who rapidly nodded enthusiastically.

Inky Rose frowned, clearly outnumbered. She had pampered and sheltered her daughter all her life, paranoid she would be lost early like the dancer's birth mother, Pacific Glow. “It's up to you, sweetheart. Just please, always be careful.”

“I will,” swore Cerise, whose eyes watered like her mother's. She hated to make her worry, but she couldn't live in a bubble forever, either! It would drive her absolutely nuts! Besides, she had faith her stud could protect her!

“I'll be with them,” reminded Moonlight, who cast the rulers a clipped salute.

Sombra nodded and rose beside his wife. “Then it seems Beatrix is in good hands. I entrust my daughter and apprentice to you, Midnight Blitzer. It was obvious from the moment we crossed swords your technique was inspired by Shining Armor's. You even moved like the Paladin, at his peak. I look forward to our next duel.” A playfully wicked smirk crossed his saturnine features.

“Daddy~” Cerise shot her father another stern look, used to him using his reputation to intimidate anyone he decided to test.

He chuckled and turned to the priestess. “Thank you for the favor, Somnambula.”

She bowed and said, “I do not want any bad blood between us, even though I have decided to leave your service.”

“You were wonderful,” said Inky with a small smile. “Let's head home and leave the lovebirds alone, shall we?”

“It will be like our own honeymoon,” cut in Lily, who squeezed her husband and pressed her chest to him. “Where we-”

“Ahem,” broke in Penumbra, who flushed. “Take care of yourself, sister.”

Within moments the subdued echo of retreating footsteps dissipated, the herd left alone at the table. Cerise was thankful for all the support she'd received, especially from her family, who always respected her decisions. She rose alongside Midnight and Moonlight, grateful for their warm presence because otherwise, the dinner room would have suddenly felt rather lonely.

Her gaze drifted to the silver ring, hand raised to study runes she couldn't decipher. While her father was one of the most skilled sorcerers ever, she hadn't chosen to learn a lick of magic from him, much to her regret.

But hey, there was always more time, right? Especially if she decided to team up and travel alongside Beatrix! Her comrades appeared enthused by the idea, obviously restless and ready to test their skills.

They had trained their entire lives for a war that had never come, left to be peacekeepers. At least this way, they would find a new purpose!

Taking them by the hands, she guided them up the stairs, back to her bedroom. Sure, she needed to brush up on her training under Bellatrix, who'd trained her to incorporate her dancing into her martial arts, but she would always concentrate on that later!

This had been her day, and everyone who came to see her wed had made her the happiest bride alive!