Undeath and Rebirth

By the time midnight started to roll around and the pub prepared to close down, Moonlight River had earned herself a sizable amount of tips on top of her small fortune. To celebrate, she bought a few drinks from Fiery's men that they'd smuggled in, all too happy to help get her drunk in hopes she'd put out. Soon, she drank herself sick, then excused herself and tumbled out the back of the pub to take a short break.

“Uugh… Don't feel too swell,” she muttered and held her stomach, still butt-naked, as she almost emptied the contents of her stomach out by the trash. In truth, she missed the comforts of Midnight and Cerise badly, not to mention Moon Hammer. But she knew he was incredibly busy and wanted some time to look after his calves. “Damn it,” she slurred. “Why am I always tossed aside like used trash..?”

The drunken thestral leaned on the alley wall to keep her balance, aware she didn't have time to feel sorry for herself. Not when whatever happened to her didn't compare to Cerise's and Penumbra's current predicament.

The cool air whistled across her bare purplish-gray skin, her nipples painfully stiff. At least her estrus had died down, but the offer to strip for Fiery's men reminded her of what she'd done on her escape from the Crystal Empire, what had been done to her, and the lives she'd taken to cover her tracks.

“Maybe I'm no better than them… a-am I just another killer? I don't know anymore...”

The door opened, and the boys she'd entertained earlier followed her out. “Hey there, Moonslut. Need some company? We'd be happy to help~.” His eyes drank the denuded thestral in.

“Get lost, prick!” Her prosthetic wingtips curled, aware that with all the hidden compartments in the machinery, she could fill them all with dozens of darts that could paralyze...or kill.

He planted a hand on the wall beside her head and leaned in. “Ohoh? Plan to make us, you slutty Moonmaid? You're drunk off that cute little toned ass. You can hardly fight like this! So why don't you let us take you home and—”

“She said no!” Midnight shouted, sailing down to intercept the soldier in the lead, forcing him to back off when he landed. He leveled his lance at him. The waitresses had told him Moonie went off by herself, so he'd raced to recover his weapons and armor from the bouncers and then flew back, carried by his Onoma's winds.

Quickly, he lifted the unsteady mare into his firm arms and flew away from the alley into the open space of Hammerfall, hopeful they wouldn't be so foolish as to throw down in the open.

She clung to his barrel chest armor, a deep blush on her face. They sped onward in a blur, her soft flesh squished against the pegasus knight's breastplate when he cradled her close.

But a hard fist connected to his jaw, throwing both him and Moonlight back onto the ground, where they tumbled and skidded to a stop. They both glared up to find Fiery Kickstart blocking their path, flanked by a small squadron of his elite soldiers. The ex-cadets found themselves near the holstaur fountain and surrounded from every direction.

“So, this is where you’ve been, hyper-stallion,” the half-burned Supreme Commander said in a harsh tone. “And here I thought we had a mutual understanding. Disappointing.”

“You don’t know the first thing about me,” grunted Midnight, who kept Moonlight clasped to his white breastplate and his lance in hand.

“Oh, I think I do,” retorted Fiery, beyond livid thanks to his recent shortcomings. “You and your whore are traitors to Equestria. Deserting your posts, backstabbing your comrades, risking the future of Equestria. And for what? Some half-baked fantasy about being better than your pathetic father?”

“H-Hypocrite,” Moonie spat out drearily.

The mustard stallion stiffened slightly before resuming his approach.

“H-Hey! The truce is still on!” reminded Midnight.

“I’m aware. And I’d hate to disrupt such peace over something so trivial as your insubordination. So be a good soldier—be a man, and accept your punishment outside Hammerfall.”

“And what punishment is that, exactly? Crystal Empire stud?!”

His statement caused Fiery to pause, and his eyes narrowed at the resilient pegasus.

Midnight rose up fully when he continued. “Yeah, don’t think I haven’t figured out why I’m so valuable to you. You want my genes to mass-populate your ranks with hyper soldiers. That’s why you had your wives and Equinox tease and seduce me! Hoping I’d give into my enhanced urges and knock up every mare and female in Equestria. So that I would unknowingly solidify your fascist regime!”

“If you know what’s good for you, you’ll keep this quiet,” the yellow pegasus commanded coldly.

“Well, I’ve got a newsflash for you, Fiery,” rebutted Midnight, his voice drawing out residents and onlookers. “Thanks to your old buddy, Web Spinner, I no longer carry hyper-stallion genes! I’m no different from Shining Armor now! Maybe a little bigger and stronger than most stallions, but otherwise? Not so special!”

Fiery's pupils shrank to pinpoints; his broadsword blazed to life. “…what?!”

Midnight wore a slight smirk on his snout. “You heard me, asshole. I’m useless to your plans for a ‘perfect’ Equestria!”

“No,” he muttered through clenched teeth, fist tightening around his sword’s hilt, trembling with rage. “You lie!”

“I-It’s true,” Moonlight sneered, cradled close to her childhood friend's breastplate. “Deinos worked on a cleanser that wiped his genes clean from the cell! So go fuck yourself and your empire, Fiery Kickstart! You failed!”

Already inflamed by Bloody Merry’s underhanded tactics, the Supreme Commander howled in fury yet refused to admit how far his plans had been set back. “I’ve failed nothing!! It is you who are the failures! And as Supreme Commander, it’s my honor-sworn duty to rid Equestrian of all filthy, changeling sympathizing scum!!”

Fiery brandished his flame-lit sword in an arc that made the air twist from the heat aimed at the couple. Fortunately, Midnight was prepared for any sudden hostility, muscles already tensed to spring back and evade the inferno. His wide plume whooshed forward to unleash his newly awakened Onoma, unleashing a gale of wind carefully controlled to limit the damage to their surroundings. A mini hurricane rushed out, and soldiers lifted and tossed onto the roads or into the fountain of milk, which splashed and overran across the soil.

Fiery lifted skyward and held his ground, his bent wing now partially healed and the flames that wrapped around them able to support his armored weight. His elemental Onoma matched up with the repressed hyper-stallion's, embers left to crackle around the Supreme Commander.

“Get behind me, Moonie,” called Midnight when he let her down. “I'll protect you!” He hadn't intended to throwdown in Hammerfall like this, but they hadn't left them with much choice!

Moonlight drunkenly stumbled a tad. “I-I can fight too!” Carefully, she launched a flurry of darts at the troops that started to rise, careful to only use paralyzing rounds as several were knocked out.

However, there were far too many for them to handle. Fiery ordered, “Leave Blitzer to me! I'll execute him with my own hands! Do what you want with the ex-cadet! Get that used-up whore ready for the breeder camp! Hell, rape the treasonous bitch to death for all I care!”

“Fuck you!” She hollered back. This time, she loaded up venous cartridges in her clockwork/cybernetic fusion plumage, ready to unload every last one into Fiery and make certain that bastard paid the price. However, more soldiers rushed at her with thirsty eyes.

“Moonie! Ack!” Midnight momentarily turned to his companion, and more wind launched from his plume, barely able to raise his lance in time when Fiery slashed at him. Flames crackled near his face, reminded that any strike could torch his skin and fur like the horrific nest of deep burn scars that decorated Fiery.

“Worry about your own ass,” yelled Fiery, who battered at him. “Weakness like that gets you killed in the heat of battle! Just like how poor, 'noble' old Thunder Storm was finally done in..!”

“Get off me, bastards!” yowled Moonlight, who hit a few more soldiers with darts before they seized her. Her metal plume cut one across the face, which made him howl and crumple. More tried to restrain and fondle her, the mare soon helpless to do little more than squirm in their arms as one lifted her up by the ankles to violate her.

The batmare struck out wildly and managed to slash a few more across the face and chest in splashes of hot scarlet, all while they continued to harshly clasp and squeeze at her wobbly, toned, soft flesh. However, one of the men cuffed part of her metal plume. “Gotcha, you dumb bitch!” he shouted in triumph.

“Certainly paid you a royal ransom whore,” said the stallion, his hard-on still in his pants, pressed to her puffy pink twat as she writhed, her arms held by the troops at her side. He rubbed the tip of his contained flare on her pussylips, which spread them a little and made her moisten. “Get her ready, boys, I-ack!”

Blood erupted from his throat and splashed red hot across Moonlight's heaving tits. Gunshots erupted across the air, ripped into the soldiers holding her sides. She tumbled onto her bare butt with a yelp as they dropped, the one that held her ankles left to clutch his neck, where a crossbow bolt was buried from the back of his throat and exited out the front.

“Ahh! Nothing like a strong drink and a bunch of villains who need their teeth kicked in,” called Arcanum Folklore. “Don’t it just bring back memories?”

“Some of the best, old chum,” replied Bloody Merry, who professionally reloaded her auto-crossbow in hand.

The two pegasi shoved each other back into the ground, Fiery’s heated glare locking on the red brick mare who did him dirty. “You! After I’ve dealt with these morons, I'll make sure my entire army claims a piece of your ass before I execute you!”

Merry flashed him a cheeky smile. “Not too bright of you to start a fire in the middle of town! Drew us all here!” She and her partner opened fire on Fiery's men, torn into by arrows and bullets.

“Aye. So much for not wanting to ‘disrupt the peace,’” murmured Arcanum, the warlock's hands and horn glimmering with ethereal magic.

Beatrix rushed out of the pub, haphazardly fixing her costume and long pigtails still trailing behind her before stammering, “Y-Yeah! Throw down your weapons and surrender!”

Fiery snarled and rushed to knock the blue pegasus to the ground; pointing his flame sword at his foe's throat. “You really want to start a war here? Over this pathetic sack of horseshit?”

Beatrix held up her hands, as did Arcanum and Merry, who ceased their actions while remaining poised to attack. More stallion soldiers and minotaurs raced onto the bloody scene.

“Not very wise, Supreme Commander,” called Brutus Grimmwald, who arrived with Moon Hammer, flanked by his grimms. “You stand against not only the people here but those who came with the U.F.O. parked in the distance.”

“One bad move, and your entire regime goes belly up,” said Iclyn coolly, her cryomancy flurrying around her antlers and hands in a subdued cold snap.

Wispy Willow took a martial arts stance back in her embroidered scarlet cheongsam when she bared her claws and teeth. “You think you can take all of us? You're outnumbered, dumbass!”

“Best make yer sorry arse scarce!” hollered Dion, who didn’t bother to retrieve his clothes but carried his heavy claymore and shield in hand.

“This ends badly for you, I’m afraid,” Moon Hammer spoke as calmly as he could, always aware it could come to this. He hefted a war hammer. “Leave in peace or in pieces. Your choice.”

For a moment, no one spoke nor moved. However, doubts played across Midnight's face, aware he could unleash a hurricane and take out Fiery and his men...but it would tear apart a town that had already faced devastation. He was not yet trained to handle this level of power! Likewise, people on both sides tensed, ready to spill more blood after all the tensions.

The silence was broken when everyone gasped. Fiery decided to take his head anyway, consequences be damned!

But as he swung his flame-laced sword downward, a flash of light blinked between the two pegasus knights… and another saber doused in a righteous inferno clashed. “What in—grragh!”

The wielder forced Fiery backward, stumbling to his behind, guarding his face from the brilliant light. When it dimmed down, the onlookers gasped at the angelic creature that stood protectively in front of Midnight and Moonlight, adorned by radiant armor.

“Hey! I-Is that—?!”

“It is!”

Beatrix covered her snout, eyes watery with happy tears. “Zeloph!”

Merry rubbed her eyes clear, bewildered by what she was seeing. “I-I must be properly shitfaced 'cause that looks like an angel! And last I checked, those bastards were just make-believe!”

“It’s… complicated,” admitted Arcanum.

The fiery-haired demi-human kept a collected gaze, his illuminated plumage spread open with each eye fixated on the mustard stallion. His teal blade aimed at his half-burn-scarred head. “I’d think a little more carefully about what you say or do next, warmonger.”

Fiery scoffed. “Or what? You’ll strike me down where I stand? I’d like to see you try, halo boy!”

Zell couldn’t hide the smile on his face. “Oh, I won’t be doing anything… she will.”

A snarling canine beast emerged from the darkness of his own shadow, pinning the Supreme Commander and baring its sharp teeth. And to add further insult to injury, he felt the cold steel of a sickle-blade pressed against his neck, wielded by a similar creature cloaked in a hooded white cowl. “Go ahead. Make this more difficult for yourself,” she warned, her voice dripping sarcasm. “I dare you.”

The violet witch’s eyes widened hearing the familiar cadence of that voice. “… Shadow Scythe..?!”

Fiery’s nostrils flared, glaring at the strange alien creatures that subdued him effortlessly… before snuffing the fire from his broadsword. “...very well. Release me, and we will go.”

The couple looked at each other before nodding, and the reaper demi called off her shadow hound, which faded back into her silhouette. Once she stepped aside, the pegasus pulled himself back up and returned to his soldiers with what little dignity he could muster… but not before turning back at his enemies and declaring his ambitions publicly.

“You will rue this day, Moon Hammer. Once the Crystal Empire has extinguished the changeling swarm, your precious Hammerfall will be next. I will raze your land and slaughter you and your people to the last like the cattle you are! All that you’ve built and cherished will be turned to ASH!!”

The chieftain said nothing, well aware of this inevitable outcome. Regardless, he, his people, and the allies that stood with him would be ready. At his nod, the minotaurs reluctantly parted to let them pass and formed a wall of muscle.

With nothing left to be said, the Supreme Commander turned to his soldiers and ordered, “Move out!”

Hesitantly, the stallions of the Crystal Empire left with their leader, offering only contemptuous looks at the locals while packing their tents from outside.

The female reaper turned to the former blacksmith and muttered, “Y’know, I could have just killed him then and there. Save you and your people the headache…there's still time…”

Moon Hammer sighed heavily and shook his head. “...no. I'm afraid I'm honor-bound to let them leave. I always figured it would come to this, but we needed their help to weather the aftermath of that last attack. They have helped keep our other enemies at bay. Still, you all came back and were ready to help defend us. So thank you.”

The minotaur chief kept an eye on Fiery's men, the last of which carried their wounded or dead away. Fortunately, there hadn't been any casualties on their side, but they were isolated once more and forced to rely on Beatrix and her friends for aid.

Within a few minutes, the area was cleared. He noted two of his spies, Creamy and Milky, were also on the scene, still nude but nonetheless ready to back him up once it all went south.

Zell helped Midnight back to his feet, noting, “You’re looking better than when I last saw you.”

The blue smiled, taking in the seraphic demi’s new outfit and hair color. “Yeah! You too! I like the new look!”

Beatrix ran up to squeeze her former flame tightly to her marshmallows. “You made it back! You have no idea how glad I am to see you again, hotspot!”

“Ahem!”

The unicorn balked and meekly glanced at the other demi-human, who tapped her folded arm impatiently, waiting for Bea to remove herself from her beloved. The witch sheepishly smiled and carefully pulled away before exclaiming, “A-a-and Shadow Scythe! You’re back as well! But how? I-I thought you died!!”

Atalanta removed her hood, showing off her braided snowy hair and raven-winged ears, simply stating, “I got better.”

“We don't fully know ourselves,” confessed Zeloph, rubbing the back of his head. “Through a lot of bizarro nonsense and spiritual interventions by the reaper order and its founder Greyscale Carnifex, Atalanta has been reborn as a demihuman…though it came at a cost.”

The reaper nodded. “We managed to defeat Mortis and his followers… but Demi-Trix sacrificed herself once more to make this miracle possible.”

“Demi-Trix? No...” Beatrix bowed her head solemnly, then perked up with a pained smile. “B-but she's a tulpa! She can always come back, yeah?”

“She will… eventually. As long as we keep her memory alive,” he answered with a pained smile.

Dion strode forward and said, “Good tae have ye back. Th' both ov ye!”

Wispy spoke up. “Wait, if you’re back, then where’s Mox—rrraaowl!!”

The nekomata jumped when something gave her backside a harsh slap that made her flesh wobble. Her first instinct was to claw at Dion, who held up his hands and insisted, “Oi! Wasn’t me!!”

A familiar mischievous titter alerted the party as the imp demihuman Moxxi unveiled herself in a puff of neon smoke. “I've been 'ere the whole time~!”

“Nǐ zhège jiǎohuá de xiǎo dōngxī!”

“Sugar and spice ter see ya too, Rumpleteazer!” Moxxi mockingly blew her a kiss while avoiding her playful swipes.

Beatrix took the opportunity to check her former adversary out, marveling over her new form. From the skeletal markings along her limbs and lissome shape to the new floral-tipped tail. “Damn, that’s one hell of a transformation.” Her eyes then gawked at her lithe chest, the bottom of her breasts exposed under her ragged shirt. “I think you might have gone up a cup size, too~! Congratulations, Shadow Scy-”

This earned a hard smack that sent the smitten witch falling back. “Mare or demi-human, I’m still the same ‘Goddess of Death‘ that nearly killed you many times before, Belladonna,” Atalanta said, shaking off the recoil from her hand. “I no longer go by my alias anymore… despite my attachment to it." Her forced, cold expression softened with sly mirth. "Oh, and... nice mane style~.”

“Old habits die hard,” teased Zeloph, who held hands with his lover.

The pale reaper continued. “Demi-Trix is only a part of what made this possible. The fallen reaper order intervened on my behalf and helped this new form stabilize. We’ve also uncovered a darker truth about the 'anomaly' behind this madness. It's—”

“Aiden Darkbloom,” acknowledged the half-masked Brutus. “Or Omen, as he prefers to be called. I've already told them what I know.”

“Was about to ask why you were roaming about here,” said Zell.

“A shame we couldn't learn that sooner,” muttered Iclyn. "So much pointless tragedy could have been avoided. But there's no point wallowing in regrets."

“Yeah.” Beatrix quietly looked at the half-expanded skeleton of Hammerfall. “We lost poor Cerise and Penumbra...”

“But we will save them,” promised Midnight, who stood beside Moonlight as she wrapped a cloak around her provided by Moon Hammer. “We’re all finally back together as a group. Plus, we’ve now got a small army behind us!”

Dion shook his head. “It's not that simple, laddie. We don’t want tae directly put Moon Hammer nor his people at risk on what coold prove a suicide run.”

“Not to mention the destruction that awaits the Lost World,” Iclyn reminded them. “The ship is too damaged for interstellar travel. But now that you’re here…” The icy doe gestured to the fiery angel. “We can finally travel there before Walpurgisnacht starts!”

Zeloph grimaced. “That’s… not gonna happen for a while, unfortunately. After our bout with Mortis, we’re all still tired, and I’ve burnt nearly everything I have to get us here.”

Atalanta cast him a wicked smile and playfully pouted, “N’aww. Feeling exhausted, are we? That’s too bad~.”

She suddenly tripped him, seized his tail, and started dragging him back towards the ship. “Oww! What the-h-hey!”

“You and I have some unfinished business to attend to, love.”

Beatrix cautiously followed and asked, “Are you sure now is the time to—”

Atalanta snapped her head back and coldly declared, “Anyone who follows me or interferes with our personal time will be met with sharp blades and teeth. So swears the Goddess of Death!”

The witchy mare backed away slowly. “Duly noted!” With a wicked titter, the reaper tugged her prize along towards the ship. Everyone else watched with bewilderment while they left the town.

“…huh. Since when did she become sae feisty?” Dion wondered aloud.

“It appears Demihood has enhanced her hormonal levels,” observed Brutus.

“Shit! Maybe a threesome is possible now,” considered Wispy, her split tigress tail wagging excitedly at the idea. "Put a word in for me, Mox?"

The imp snorted. "Yeah, good luck wif that."

“Oh, for fuck sakes! Is there anyone in this accursed world that isn’t libido driven?!” Iclyn growled with frustration before stomping off. A chill swept over the areas she passed that made onlookers shudder, Creamy's and Milky's wide nipples painfully hardened.

"Think my milk froze a little," murmured the sleepy-eyed bovine Milky.

"We'll warm up at the pub," replied Creamy. "Hell, I could use a drink too."

“That was… scarousing,” murmured Beatrix, who looked upward at the flying saucer and spotted her succubus sister, Bellatrix Primadonna, within the UFO’s dome. She noticed the unicorn and waved back at her before the red-skinned devil vanished further in.

Moxxi did a small stretch. “Welp! I fin' this calls for anovver Moriarty! Back ter the tiddy bar, everyone!”

Wispy reminded her, “Isn't it closed?”

“Nuffin' I can’t persuade the bartender into~!” The imp made a jerking motion with her hand and winked. “Those poor waitresses will be so cream crackered and sore after I suck them titties dry!”

The imp zipped off in a puff of colored smoke, certain the whole of Hammerfall was awake after another war had threatened to break out. Everyone else decided not to concentrate on the eventual backlash that awaited them for now to resume recreational activities.

“Aaaaagghnnh!! Ooooh, that bitch!!” Seb hissed, bashing his fist into the table as Julianne applied a warm, wet rag onto his blackened eye.

“Can’t say you didn’t deserve that,” the abbess softly scolded.

“For real,” agreed Arron, who stood over them with his arms folded, grinning wildly. “Succubitch decked you real good for making fun of her weight~!”

“I wasn’t calling her fat!” The card demon insisted. “I was just… pointing out that her stomach looked weird. Doesn't give her the right to jab my eye with her tail!”

“Sebastian. For someone with great foresight, you should have known better.”

His need to argue settled once Julianne hummed into his ear, her magical music helping him ease his tension and relax into the chair. “Ugh! What shitty luck!”

“I’d say we’re pretty lucky, considering that all of us made it off Sacratera alive~,” the rosy-haired nun tittered.

“Yeah, didn’t you hear? Zell and Ana took Mortis back to the boneyard and utterly thrashed him! And his girl comes back to life as a demi-human?! I’m seeing nothing, but W’s here!”

Seb scoffed. “Well, not to brag or anything, but I highly doubt Sunspot could have gotten far without my time stop card tipping the scales in our favo—owww!!”

“Haven’t you been humbled enough?” the songstress mused. “Not to undermine your assistance, dear. But Zeloph’s exaltation and Atalanta’s resurrection were what secured our victory.”

“Oh, sure! And all it took was for her to die and him to visit Layla’s dairy factory for a free sample! Along with knocking up the fakeubus. What a fucking world we live in!”

Arron snorted. “Like you're not tempted to drink from the demon cow’s teats and gain Exaltation for yourself?”

“… I mean, have you seen how stacked she is?”

An angry vein pulsated despite Julianne’s smiling visage. “Sebastian!”

Seb held up his hands defensively. “Whoa, hold on! I’m just saying. If we all unlocked that level of power, literally nothing could stand against us! We’d be unstoppable! And… if it takes one small night in the realm of Nyx—”

The saintly demi facepalmed. “And I thought we were making such great progress…”

The bull-headed brawler shook his head. “Bruh, Layla‘s titty milk could make me stronger than Hercules, and I still wouldn’t touch her with a seven-foot pole. Not saying she isn’t ungodly gorgeous; it’s just… I-I can’t! It’s too uncomfortable!”

“No, I get it! You don’t swing that way; that’s cool,” assured the gambler. “… but would you do it if she was a man?”

“Oh, no questions asked! Absolutely! I’d be in prime dick-sucking position to get some of that—”

“Boys!”

The two demi's quit their ‘debate’ to look attentively at Julianne, who wore a patient smile. “If you really do want to unlock that side of your demihood, there’s an alternative solution. Need I remind you that I, too, can reach Exaltation? And I certainly didn’t attain it through any lewd acts!”

“Alright then, tell us,” questioned Seb. “How does one obtain the power of Exaltation without the Mother of All Demons?”

Before Julianne could answer, she detected something approaching the UFO and silently urged her fellow demi’s to be on guard. The brawler held up his fists, layering his knuckles with hardened topaz while the cardslinger prepped his new deck, each card containing various weapons and devices from the ship.

But their stances faltered the moment Zeloph and Atalanta came into view, their eyes drawn to the latter. “Ho-lee shit,” murmured Seb in astonishment. “She really is one of us now!”

“Woo! Zeloph, my guy!” Arron bounced on his feet. “Walking back here like a champ~!”

“I’m so thrilled and happy to see you both again,” Julianne said with a bright smile. “Welcome home~”

Zeloph offered a clipped smile. “Thank you.” He turned to Atalanta, who shyly drew her hood over her face, a tad nervous to be around the other demi-humans.

Her hand lightly squeezed his and she asked, “Where is Layla? I doubt Mortis and his flunkies could do her in.”

“She's been infected by Viscera’s virus,” the abbess informed with a small bow. “She’s recovering in her private chambers. Otherwise, she’s fine! Bellatrix came in not too long ago to check on her.”

“Ahh, good. Good…” Her icy gray eyes stayed on Julianne’s for an uncomfortable amount of time, causing her to cough awkwardly.

“Erm… is there something wrong?” She asked. “Is my makeup out of place?”

“Huh? Ohh! Oh, no, it’s, uh… not important,” Atalanta replied, shaking it off with a fake laugh.

The others looked at each other with arched eyebrows but didn’t make much of the exchange and continued to converse. But the reaper demi kept quietly staring, as secretly, her new powers allowed her to see the soul energy that radiated from everyone. Even one twisted by darkness like Mortis Saltaire hadn’t proven immune.

The only exception came with the seraphic nun, whose entire presence didn’t house a single ember of soul fire. Behind that chipper smile and musical voice lay a vast emptiness…

‘But… how can that be?’ the pale reaper questioned inwardly, face drawn with confusion.

Clearing her throat, Atalanta decided to overlook this bewilderment in favor of tugging Zeloph towards the ship. “H-huh! Hey, we’re in the middle of a—”

“Sorry to cut this short, but it’s been a long day, and we could use the privacy,” the snowy-haired demi hastily said. “It was nice to meet all of you again. I hope to talk with you more later.”

“Oh, c’mon! Can’t you at least tell us how it is you came back from the dead—yaaaugh! Geezus!!”

A pair of shadowy hounds suddenly popped out of his shadow, barking and snapping their jaws at him, forcing him to leap into Arron’s arms comically. “Whoa! What the hell!”

“The fuck are those?!”

“My therapy dogs,” snarked the reaper demi while urging her beloved up through the orifice-shaped entrance underneath the Glamorguis. “Behave, and they won’t bite you. Capche?”

“Understandable! Have a nice day,” said Julianne, her smile stretching slightly. Atalanta gave her another odd look before she sailed up to tail her husband into the ship. The wispy canines soon disappeared after.

“Well, that was rude,” mumbled Arron, dropping Seb to the ground, who landed on his backside with a yowl. “Just wanted to say hi!”

“They simply need some alone time,” assured Julianne. “We can't really blame them!”

“Yeah, especially after we nearly had our shit kicked in,” grunted Seb, who dusted off his pinstriped suit. “Don't really get how she came back from the dead, but I’ll leave it to her to explain when she's ready.”

While their fellow demihumans made heads-and-tails of these revelations, Atalanta hurried Zeloph into a private room, conjuring more hounds to keep watch and make certain they were undisturbed. With the door sealed, she motioned the seraph to the spacious bed.

Zell offered his lover a concerned look. “Hey, are you alright? You’re a little pushy toda-ahhmnn!”

The female reaper placed a long kiss on his lips, hands stroking and feeling his chest. She pulled back, a playful yet wicked smile on her black lips. “Better than alright…” She then shoved him onto the bed, which he landed with a soft bounce. “… I’m alive. More than I’ve ever felt during my time as Shadow Scythe. You did this to me, Zell… now you have to deal with it~.”

The male angel gazed longingly, heat rising in his face and groin when she slowly removed the pale hood and cowl off her slender shape. When he attempted to remove his own blue shirt, she sharply said, “No.”

He froze, breaths becoming heavy.

“Don’t move,” commanded Atalanta, her voice husky and hushed. “Just watch.”

She gracefully dragged the tattered shirt over her semi-exposed torso, leaving her topless and exposing her thin, curvy body. She cupped her tiny breasts, a moan rolling out her mouth from how hard and sensitive her gumdrop nipples were. It seemed Beatrix was right in her observation. Her chest had gotten slightly bigger, and she removed her hands to see them jiggle more.

She continued to sway and show off to her lover, who adored the view while keeping still. His cerulean eyes admired her lissome shapeliness, especially when she turned around and bent down to remove her short pants. Her rear had also gotten bigger to accommodate the reaper’s wider hips. Her tail wagged above while her hands pulled her pert cheeks apart, showing how wet and excited her dripping pussy was. “Enjoying the view, love?”

“I adore it,” he confessed with a breathy chuckle, unperturbed when she summoned chains out of the shadows to bind his wrists and ankles to the bedpost.

Once fully nude, Atalanta crawled on top of her prize, eyes glowing fiercely like a predator cornering her prey. “Let me know if you’re uncomfortable,” she softly whispered, showing some hints of sheepishness as she never took charge like this before.

“Never,” he assured her. “The woman I love could never hurt me.”

“Ooh, I don’t know about that. I’m tempted to leave you with a few marks and scars,” she purred, dragging her sharpened claws along his chest. “Just to let every nosey bitch who thinks they can have you to stay out of my territory~!”

Zeloph shuddered after she tore off his blue shirt with little care if she nicked him, a few lines showing until he was completely topless. His back arched when her lips caressed his lithe yet muscled torso, marking down his abs to the belt buckle of his pants. Her hands groped and felt the growing bulge, mouth close to the zipper… until she pulled back completely, tittering cruelly.

“No, I don’t think you deserve that yet,” Atalanta teased, delighting in the sight of the Aether King whimpering and mewling from how tight his pants had gotten. “You haven’t shown your mistress how much you crave her~!”

“T-There’s not a part of you I don't love,” he said between pants, wrestling to somehow free himself from the shackles, but to no avail.

“Really now?” The lithe reaper murmured before swinging herself around, her winking sexhole mere centimeters away from his face. His face twitched from the leaking drops of fem cum staining his heated face.

“So if I decided to drown or smother you with my cunt?” Atalanta asked, wagging her hips and butt a bit.

“Heh! I'm already in heaven, so you might as well send me there,” he teased back. His yelp was lost when she planted her plush rear right on his head, smooshing his face with her ass and pussy, Zell enveloped by her warmth.

“Oh, trust me, my delicate little angel,” huffed the reaper demi. “I’ll have you begging for release. Now, put that silver tongue of yours to good use~!”

Like a puppy eager to play, Zell wasted little time and oxygen to taste his beloved’s honeypot, brushing over her clit into her labia with every slurp and lick. Atalanta moaned sharply, grinding the Aether King’s face with her wet cunt, helping him reach a little deeper.

“Naaaahah-! Yes! Ooh, that’s it! Get in there, dog,” she commanded, squirming atop, relishing how dexterous his tongue was at wriggling around inside her needy, winking pussy.

Eying Zeloph’s jerking hips, Atalanta decided to give him some leeway and free his shimmering spear from its prison, watching it bob and throb in all its lengthy glory. She bit her lip and leaned closer, marveling at its size while making mental notes of how deeply it would fill her once she mounted it.

The answer: very deep.

The death angel gave a couple of testing licks around the tip, which caused her future husband to shudder and bury his melodic sounds into her ass. Gods, how she missed the honey-sweet flavoring of his pre, half tempted to milk out the rest of his syrupy semen out of his testicles.

But for now, Atalanta settled with spitting into her hand and stroking her saliva to make his cock extra shiny, mouth suckling the tip while her head bobbed and weaved in a rhythm.

The two lovers were locked in worship with each other’s genitals, moans, and praises blocked by their ample assets. The pale reaper was finding it difficult to keep up with her task, eventually pulling off Zeloph’s cock to openly cry at how good he was eating her moist snatch.

Originally, Atalanta sought to take her time and work him up to his breaking point, wanting the seraphic angel to plead for her to finish him off...but her own body demanded she drop the tedious foreplay, get that dick inside her and fuck herself like the feral animal she was. A trait no doubt leftover from her time as a mare.

“Herrgn! I don’t care anymore,” she whined. “Fuck it! And by it, I mean me!”

Whether it was a protest or agreement, Zell’s words were muffled beneath her until she lifted herself off his face, now smeared in her love honey. She scooted her butt forward, rubbing her pussylips down his chest and tummy, leaving a slimy trail of her lust down his chiseled flesh. She raised her twat, poising it above the shiny tip before gently guiding it through her velvety entrance.

A hiss ripped from Zeloph when his love sank down to impale herself with a needy moan. She marveled over how full his fuck pillar made her. Hand delicately patting the imprint he made below her belly.

“Aahh, fuck!” the fiery angel groaned. “You’re way tighter than when we last…mmmnh~!”

“It's probably a side effect,” mewled Atalanta, who paced herself with slow bounces until she adjusted to the meaty cock stretching out her slick pussy. “B-but I think I—oooh~! Now that I’ve had my cutie mark removed, I don’t think I’ve ever felt so pent up in my life. Mmmah~! N-Not even the full brunt of my estrus compares!”

Without her emotions being suppressed, the reaper could cut loose and ride her lover without restraint, slamming up and down until wet smacks echoed around the room. Zell quivered and moaned, forced to watch his mistress rotate her hips around, her slim, jiggling butt taunting him. Almost as if Atalanta dared him to break free of his shackles and take what was his!

Yet he behaved, content to enjoy the ride until the shadow bindings snapped off, releasing his limbs.

“Go on. Touch me! Fuck me!!”

“What? B-But I thought you wanted—”

“Hon, I love you. But I am literally ten seconds away from either cumming or strangling you,” she warned through bestial growls, leering back at him. “Now quit treating me like I’m a fucking flower and rail this pussy into submission before—hnnaaah~!”

Her demands were met when he secured her waist with both hands and surged his hips up to match her aggressive tempo. An impaled Atalanta released loud howls, hands using his chest for leverage behind her to help better take his rough pounding.

“Yeeeesss! Ooh, don’t stop,” she chanted, perky breasts jiggling with each thrust. “Keep fucking me just like that! Don’t you dare fucking stop~!”

On his end, Zell added his voice to her chorus of moans, struggling to pull back his shaft with how tightly the reaper’s love tunnel clenched him. Still, he kept a brisk pace, skewering her wanton pussy with vigorous upward motions. The reaper sharply gasped upon feeling his cock scrape a particular pleasure spot that made her see stars.

“Haaahhh! Ooh FUCK, I’m cumming!!” She announced, crying out as her quivering cunt squirted all over her lover's hot rod. Zell hissed once her slippery twat squeezed down, causing him to grip her slim sides tightly.

Atalanta took a few seconds to collect her breath, staring down in amazement at how hard she had come. Her thighs and arms trembled, struggling to keep her balanced. So she begrudgingly lifted off her beloved’s shiny pillar, a wet pop sounding once the thick tip dislodged from her pliable labia, and laid her back into the bed.

Zell rolled over on top of her, caressing her cheek and kissing her lips. “You look spent, darling,” he teased softly. “We can take a small break and continue—”

“No!”

Her limbs suddenly snapped around him like a spider snatching its prey, pulling him close, and shoving his cock back where it belonged, earning a surprised gasp and shudder.

Despite how sensitive her pussy was after her climax, Atalanta resumed to roll her hips up into his, growling faintly in his feathered ear, “We’re done when I say we’re done! Quit being a pansy and fuck me harder!!”

Whether obedience or instinct moved him, Zeloph compiled with her excessive demands, jackhammering his bride-to-be into the bed. The female reaper arched her back from the spine-tingling pleasure she received, rewarding her lover with throatful moans and cries for more.

She shoved his face into her chest, one hand threading through his fiery locks while the other clawed and cut into his shoulder. Taking the subtle hint, Zell cupped her tiny tit, suckling and tugging on her nipple, which earned more cute noises whenever she squirmed.

“Nyyaahh~!” the reaper whined, her body spasming each time she felt his cockhead kiss the back of her slick, slippery womb. “Gods, yes! Break me in, Zell! Take my body and make it yours! Make me your woman~!!”

Her baser pleas pushed Zell further into a pit of frenzied lust until he really started to let her have it, driving his hips faster and harder to impale his lover, breeding bag tapping her plush yet taut ass. Their tails intertwined, her legs raising higher to hook around his waist, ensuring he couldn’t pull out of her greedy pussy.

“Mmnh~! I can feel you throbbing deep inside me,” she tittered airly between husky moans and ragged pants. “You’re close, aren’t you? So close, you’re on the verge of exploding! Don’t hold back, my love... let me have it~!!"

His hazy blue eyes found hers, sweating profusely while continuing to impale her. Every fiber in his being was screaming at him to sow her fertile soil with his potent seed.

“Y-you realize what you’re asking, right?” He groaned with both arousal and concern. “Should I do that..!”

“I do.” A dark blush crept across her face. “I know you want it so badly, and… I want it to! I won’t have any more regrets now that I’ve put most of my past behind me. A-and now that our bodies are more compatible, there’s no excuse not to! So please, Zell… love me! Feel me! Breed me~!”

Those last two words would be her mantra as her angelic lover redoubled his efforts to plow her body into the squeaking bed, chanting for it over and over while her eyes flipped into the back of her skull. Her nails dug crimson lines into his flesh, thighs squeezing around his hips once he milked another messy orgasm out of the reaper.

And with a feral cry of his own, Zeloph burst inside her, unable to hold back the white hot ropes of virile cum that poured into and packed full the reaper demi’s baby maker. The pair briefly floated into the air amidst a shared, drawn-out climax that wracked them to their cores. Atalanta cried with absolute bliss, tears cascading down her cheeks from how warm and full her mildly swollen belly felt.

Without her reaper regenerative abilities, there was no risk to their child. A child she knew her mother and father would have loved to have met were they still alive.

After they started to wind down, the duo gently floated back onto the bed, Zell still remaining buried womb deep inside her. One loving look at each other, and they capped off their wonderful night of lovemaking with drawn-out kisses.

At least, that’s what Zeloph thought, anyway.

“Wow… Th-that was—”

Atalanta snickered, nuzzling his neck and cheek. “We're far from done, my love~.”

“E-Eh? Huh?”

The Aether King watched in confusion while her floral-tipped tail snaked out and flicked at the seal on the doors, which slid open to reveal her shadow hounds. Their watchful eyes were on the red-skinned she-devil, who had been listening in from the distance. “You can come in, Bella,” Atalanta beckoned. “We have much to talk about.”

As her canine minions parted and took a seat with wagging tails, the succubus strode in cautiously, a look of embarrassment gracing her face with her arms folded underneath her heavy bust. “So… How long did you know I was—”

“I sensed you were there the entire time,” the reaper said with a thoughtful grin. “Though truthfully, I suspected you would seek us out sooner or later.”

Bellatrix’s frown deepened. “I didn't mean to intrude. But it didn't seem prudent not to let it be until I explained myself, either.” The doors closed behind her on the way in, the demi couple parting to make room for the leather-bound succubus. “Atalanta, listen… I know how… bad this looks like. But I didn’t intend to stir up any drama after he and I slept together and—”

“I’m aware you’re with child,” Atalanta acknowledged gently. “But I also know you didn't have much choice. You both were in a dire state. That being said, I am a little envious Zell knocked you up first~!”

Bella and Zell blushed a little and shuffled awkwardly.

“From what I’ve gathered, your Onoma, Gehenna, relies on male supplements to summon various demons from the Ars Goetia. Fortunately, it seems Zell managed to score you with quite a powerful one?”

Bella nodded. “Asmodeus. Without his aid, we wouldn't have been able to take out Andrei.”

“And saved everyone. My lover and myself included,” surmised Atalanta. “I'd told Zell he was free to move on the moment I died. That's why I'm willing to share him with you. Apparently, he has a weakness for bad women.” She snickered and slapped his bare butt.

“Specifically, women that can kill him,” Bellatrix joined in with a teasing titter, making the seraphic demi more flustered.

“In all seriousness, I’m relieved he sought you first. From what I've reasoned, you're easily one of the most level-headed of our allies and accepted us the moment we chose to try and reform.”

“Probably because I was once a villain myself,” explained Bella. “A minion of the Sombra from Equestria Primera. Beatrix saved me from myself. I wanted to rescue my succubi sisters from a similar dark fate. But with the Necronomicon's destruction, they've probably all been cast into the void.”

“You're kinder than you let on,” reasoned Zeloph.

“...perhaps. Or maybe I merely felt responsible somehow. I survived where they did not.” Bella's lips twisted in lamentation for her race. “So easily, our fates could have been traded. I was picked at random by my 'master,' plucked from that damned black tome and driven to harm Beatrix.”

“In the end, it worked out for Belladonna. And it worked out for us a heck of a lot more,” reminded Atalanta. “Do you trust me, Bella?”

“I do. I consider everyone under my roof a companion. I may have lost the manor, but the same rules still apply. The exceptions are those that betrayed us, like Esmeralda and Camellia.” Her mouth curled into a small sneer at the dark memory, which she then shook aside. “Why do you ask?”

“Because what I’m about to do requires trust. And consent. Will you offer me your body for the next little bit?”

“Certainly. Whatever you need. I have much to make amends for, so why not start here?”

The demoness’ golden eyes widened when Atalanta took a spectral shape and lifted off from the bed. She swallowed at the reaper's approach but didn't resist when her ghastly spirit phased into the she-devil, whose body twitched and jerked up before settling into a still pose.

Zeloph rose up, slightly concerned. “Atalanta..? Bellatrix..?”

When the she-devil lifted her head, she spoke with a voice overshadowed by the reapers. “I’m here! Or rather, we’re here~!”

‘Ugh.. I feel so strange… huh?’ Bella’s consciousness spoke internally. ‘Wha-whoa! How did you… what is this?’

"Phantasmagorical possession,” Atalanta elaborated. “I can overshadow people and take control of their bodies. Their thoughts, feelings, and abilities will be untouched, but they won't be able to move or speak unless I allow it.”

To demonstrate, Atalanta used the demon's hands to lift and caress her larger breasts, barely concealed in a black bikini top. Her spaded tail wagged when she cooed, “Ooh, these feel really nice! So soft and pliable. No wonder men prefer their women big~.”

Zell looked at her skeptically. “Is Bellatrix really okay with this?”

The demoness grinned before the reaper allowed Bellatrix the ability to speak once more. “I’m alright, Zell. Unusual as this is, I trust Atalanta won’t do anything reckless. Plus, I… do need male emissions for me and the baby to survive. And while I prefer to be the one in control, I’m willing to give… whatever this is a chance.”

With that said, she fully surrendered herself to the reaper demi, who spoke through Bella’s voice once more. “Good. Because I’ve been dying to try this~!”

The hijacked succubus quickly pushed her lover to sit in the bed, her clawed hands unbuckling her bondage bikini until her voluptuous yet well-toned curves fully revealed themselves. Kneeling between his legs, she wrapped both her pillowy soft tits around his sensitive erection, using her chest to stroke it back to full length.

“Whuuaah! Ooh, fuck,” Zeloph wheezed, his precum oozing out and coating her boobflesh, which was soon slick and slippery as it glistened brightly.

‘Bellatrix’ sampled her lover’s scrumptious seed, feeling the fiery sensation immolate in the succubus’ loins. “Mmm~! Hot as hell body. Soft, luscious breasts with an amazing ass to match. I can see why you were so smitten with her, love. Why you simply had to put a baby in her~.”

“Ahh?! N-no, it wasn’t like—w-we just discussed this—aahh!!” Zeloph stammered, yelping when she smacked her lips around his tip and sucked out more of his rich residue.

“Relax,” she said in a sultry manner. “If I were in your shoes, I might not have resisted either! But that’s beside the point. I can feel Bella squirming from within, growling impatiently. She’s starving for your virile cum, honey. Now be a good boy and feed her~!”

‘H-hey! Don’t make me sound like some desperate slut—nnaahh~!!’

Bellatrix failed to suppress a whimper when the reaper rubbed the angelic demi-human faster with her heavy, squished titties, sharp nails tweaking her hardened buds. She then flicked her elongated tongue out, wrapping it repeatedly around his dick, getting it nice and slobbery with her hot drool.

Zell twitched and started bucking into the bottom of her breasts, smacking them with his hips. Tucking her head in, the red-skinned demon engulfed whatever inches weren’t wrapped between her tits, sloppily slurping on the thrusting shaft, determined to get her drink.

He cast back his head and cried out, “Holy shit! I-I'm gonna—!!”

Atalanta squeezed down when he erupted, swallowing the first couple of shots before pulling off with her mouth wide, her borrowed long tongue hanging out. The rest of his spunk landed in her mouth, more caking her titties and face, drenched in a mask of his seminal love, which dribbled down her and left a salty, savory flavor.

By the time his stream finished, her upper body was coated in a thick mask of angel batter. ‘Bellatrix’ dutifully cleaned and polished his cock, slowly lapping up the thick leftovers and making sure Zeloph remained hard.

‘Gods, his semen is as succulent as ever,’ Bellatrix admitted, her consciousness overwhelmed by the euphoria and smoldering heat of lust. ‘I fear I might become an addict!’

‘Fear or hope~?’ Atalanta cheekily retorted.

‘I prefer women over men, as you probably know. It’s why I’m frustrated with my own biology and reliance on male seed for sustainment. But if I could live off just Zeloph’s sperm alone, it would make me a happy succubus~.’

‘Mmm… I think we could arrange something between us. But right now, let’s continue with your punishment.’

Bellatrix balked. ‘P-Punishment..?’

Her soul trembled when Atalanta tittered evilly. ‘You did get pregnant before me. And I’m not about to let that slide~.’

Atalanta offered Zell no chance to recover, dragging him back on his feet. He huffed, “H-Honey, I don’t know how much more I can—”

“You’re not stopping until I’ve drained your balls dry,” she told him flatly before sashaying her way to a nearby wall, which she bent over to present her wagging backside at him. Her tail hiked up, and one hand pulled open one cheek to show off her drenched fuckholes. “Mount me. Fuck me silly and breed me raw,” the reaper teased through Bella’s deep yet feminine tone. “Bella's too afraid to admit it, but she secretly wants to play your pocket whore. You’re the only man allowed to dominate this hot ass and pussy~!”

It was true. Even while the reaper stretched her finger to pull apart her damp plump pussy lips, Bellatrix felt her dread mix with arousal, a potent aphrodisiac brought on by this unusual ordeal. All the while, Atalanta played with the curious and enticing feelings of loving another woman.

Zeloph heaved, mustering what energy he had to lean over her bent frame, aligned his stiff member to Bella’s slit, and pushed inside with a wet squelch.

Her spaded tail wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, deeper into her scorching hot, wet depths. The pair groaned once the phantom hijacking her body rolled her hips around to get the train rolling. With a firm hand on her waist, the fatigued yet eager seraph slammed into the she-devil’s bouncy backside with firm, dominant thrusts.

It was then that Zell’s lust-aidden mind realized how extremely lucky he was. To have the chance to make love to two beautiful women at once. A dream any other straight man would chase after. Yet he was more drawn to the bizarre intimacy shared between them.

One hand kneaded the succubus’ wide crimson asscheek while the other reached to massage one of her swinging titties, making husky moans that filled the interior echo about them.

‘Aaawww, fuck! This feels better than I thought it would,’ the phantom reaper mewled blissfully. ‘Sharing one cock, while we share one pussy!’

‘I-It’s too much,’ replied Bella. ‘My body and mind are melting! I’m going numb!’

‘Nothing we can’t handle. Here..!’

Atalanta forfeited control back to the she-devil, who wailed whorishly whenever her leathery wings snapped open and fanned out to their full mast.

“I-I am the Queen of Hell,” she declared through clenched teeth, leaning her back into her angelic lover, reaching back to bring Zell’s face to hers. “I will be feared and respected by all! The only reason I keep you alive is because of that thick cock! Now give it to me! Harder! I need your fucking cum~!!”

She roughly kissed Zeloph, biting his lower lip as their hips gyrated and smacked into each other. Their moans muffled, sensing another orgasmic wave rising between them.

But Atalanta swiftly took over and shoved Zeloph out of her puffy cunny, much to their combined ire.

“Aww, c’mon..!” The angel whined with a strained voice.

‘I was so close!’ The she-devil tittered.

The reaper huffed and snickered. “Sorry, honeybee. You already pollinated this flower. So you’ll have to make do with her tight ass instead~!”

Quickly before momentum was lost, she used her tail to guide his swollen cock into her puckered anus, taking in the first few inches before slamming the rest in with a trust of her borrowed ass.

The three of them moaned and worked in tandem to bring each other to another glorious climax. Zell gradually picked up speed, bludgeoning the demoness’ tight asshole faster and faster. Likewise, Atalanta maneuvered her tail to fill and burrow out Bella’s empty pussy, earning more hoarse cries of ecstasy from the supple she-devil.

With a final thrust, the aether king buried himself fully and flooded the Queen of Hell’s ample ass. Sensations were shared between Atalanta and Bellatrix from the meld between them, whereupon they moaned out in a unified voice, howling to the heavens.

Overwhelmed by sheer nirvana, the reaper demi untethered her incorporeal form and retook her physical petite shape on the bed. Zell pulled out of Bella, whose packed asshole oozed with white splooge, where they joined Atalanta. Perspiration and mixed bodily fluids stained the once pristine sheets.

Atalanta curled closer to snuggle into her future husband while Bellatrix managed to sit up straight. Looking over the spent angel’s visage, she breathlessly asked, “… did he really swoon?”

The reaper snorted, tracing his chest as he snored softly. “Out like a light~.”

“Damn,” the succubus chortled, eying the flaccid penis coated in their combined essence. She then softly confessed, “That was… an interesting experience. One I wouldn’t mind having again… after we stop Omen from destroying the multiverse, of course.”

Atalanta smiled softly. “I’m glad. Y’know, I wasn’t joking when I did we could arrange something.”

“I'm all ears.”

The female demi then wore a serious expression. “I understand you’re still holding out for Alma. That this new power of yours, as well as your love, might redeem her like wanted to. How do you think she’ll react to you having a child growing inside you?”

Bellatrix pursed her lips tightly. “At worst… tear it out and eat it right in front of me.”

“And at best..?”

“… I know it’s foolish to imagine, but part of me believes she wouldn’t attack me knowing I harbor a new life. If her feelings for me were true, she’d realize an opportunity to have something both she and I never considered. A family. Surrounded by people who support and love me unconditionally.”

“You're right. It’s a foolish thing to believe in,” concurred Atalanta, who then smiled. “But it might be the thing to help her realize she doesn’t need the Vice Lords or Black Rose or whatever. Just know that no matter the outcome between you and Alma, me, Zeloph, Moxxi, and I imagine the other demi-humans will have your back.”

A genuine smile spread Bella’s lips. “Thank you, Atalanta. I really appreciate it.” Her golden eyes then wandered to her own belly, which she rubbed in thought. “To think me, of all people, would become a parent. I’m following in Layla’s footsteps more than I thought…”

“I never once humored the thought of children myself before Zeloph,” acknowledged Atalanta, brushing her hand. “It’ll be a learning experience for both of us.”

“Indeed. What an odd yet beautiful quadrant we’ve formed. Heaven. Hell. Death. Life. Almost sounds poetic.”

Bellatrix rose and lazily stretched out her limbs, scooping out and eating the last dollops of cum from herself and licking her fingers clean before fetching her black leather bikini and redressing her shapeliness. “I'm going to check on Layla before I head into Hammerfall. See what the others are up to.”

“Let me rest up a bit, and I’ll join you,” offered Atalanta, who lovingly stroked Zeloph’s sleeping face. “The ‘Aether King’ is long overdue for a nap~.”

With a nod, the scarlet-skinned devil fixed her long black hair before stepping out of the room, leaving the couple to enjoy the afterglow together. Had she known long ago that this was her path, she’d reckon her older, more prideful self would have fought tooth and nail to prevent this outcome.

But despite the backlash and hellish trials she faced, Bellatrix had gained wisdom, knowledge, and, more importantly, a group of people and friends she could depend on. More than ever now, she would fight to amend her many mistakes and face the Baobhan Sith when the time finally came.

For the first time in her immortal life, Bellatrix Belladonna no longer felt alone.