The eyes of the Almighty, the one with no name, are everywhere, even in Hell. But there are places he has difficulty seeing. It is likewise for the Lord of Darkness. There are places in Heaven he cannot bare to look. So the arrival of another one of his own kind, after so many aeons, caught Lucifer rather by surprise. The fall, as he watched it, was similar to those others so long ago, when he and the pro-change faction had been defeated and flung from the realm of light into this eternal darkness and pain. Of course that was so very long ago now, (not that time really had any meaning here in the furthest reaches of  Hell) and he was not merely accustomed to the pain, he actually rather enjoyed it. As did the rest of his followers. They enjoyed the feeling, because it meant they still existed, still lived, still held influence. Lucifer pushed the simpering soul that had been attempting to satisfy his mighty member away, kicked him off the dias with a cloven hoof and beckoned to one of his most trusted lieutenants. "See that?" He pointed at the falling star. "Find it and bring it to me, after you have prepared it for my presence".<br/><br/>Zarathel, Arch-demoness and succubus, abased herself. "At once, my Lord and Master." She spread her wings, that caught the currents of time and probability that flowed like air currents around the dark throne, and soared away. She flew fast and hard, watching the burning object as it fell, knowing as well as Lu what it was, and fearing what it might represent. The moment she left the deepest darkness, she was joined by her bodyguard. While it was impossible for her to ever die, there was always risk involved in crossing the Inferno, and while she was more powerful by far than the puny creatures that laboured and suffered and burned on the ground below, they were none the less the scum of the earth, and while the worst were kept locked in solitary eternal torment, there had been incidents over the aeons, more so recently with the increase in population. Zar nodded to Gorbix as he flew to her right and slightly behind. Three of his legionaries had joined them and were her official escort.<br/><br/>The explosion as the fallen one landed buffeted her escort and sent lesser demons who had followed to see what was happening tumbling away to be smashed on the barren rocky wastes. Zarathel simply powered through it, she was unaffected by such events. She folded her wings and landed on the edge of the smouldering crater, the heat and smoke something she relished. As was the sight of the pathetic broken thing in the crater. Zar stood, wings part folded on her back, arms folded across her ample chest, legs open. Her hooves smouldered on the cinders and ash, but in fact it was they that imparted the heat to the ground rather than the other way around. From her ankles up, she resembled a beautiful naked human female, her skin black as jet, and reflecting the ruddy glow. Hairless on crotch and armpits, knees and elbows sported horn-like growths. From her forehead protruded two curled horns, pointed and decorated with metal rings, the points capped with gold ferrules. Jet black hair cascaded down her back between her wings, that were more like a mythical dragon's that a bats. She stood five cubits tall from the top of her head to the base of her hooves - in modern terms just over two and a quarter metres or seven foot six inches.<br/><br/>Gorbix landed beside her, his weapon drawn, the demonic blade glinting in the un-light cast by the infinite fires of hell. The guardian demon was a lot younger than Zarathel, who had been of the first of creation, but he had earned his place as her watchdog - When mortal, he had led the legions of Uruk against many neighbouring cities and had been brutally victorious before he and his legion of the damned were captured and executed. Since then he had led this same legion - reunited with and strengthened by those lost in battle, on a rampage of terror through the underworld, and into the mortal realm. When the nameless one sent part of himself in human form to try and rally his followers, Gorbix was there to confront him in battle, the entire legion occupying one human. Things hadn't gone to plan, and he had found himself trapped in the form of a pig, To take his revenge, he watched and waited and then at the moment of Lucifer's victory, Gorbix had fought his way into the Temple of Jerusalem, defeating the guardians stationed there and causing the very stones of the building to shake, he had used his sword to rip the curtain in two, then raised it again to strike the holy arc. Except it wasn't there. Gorbix had laughed and danced on the summit of Mt Zion, the rocky pinnacle that stuck up through the floor of the temple, on which the arc of the covenant was supposed to be resting.<br/><br/>Since then he had caused plenty of havoc, until, recognising his worth, Zarathel had requisitioned him. He didn't so much stand, as squat. He had never quite been able to shake off the pig shape, although it was a lot more ferocious than a simple pig. Imagine a wild boar with wings, wearing bronze and leather armour, standing on it's hind legs, eight foot (2.4m) tall and weighing almost two tonnes (4400 lbs), with tusks 3' (1m) long, snorting smoke and sparks from it's nostrils, and brandishing a wicked looking curved sword.<br/><br/>Zar looked down at the pathetic form and laughed. "Sister. So wonderful to see you again, El-iza." The name stung her mouth. She paused and stretched out a taloned hand, gestured. The crumpled form twitched and lifted off the ground. "Oh for fucks sake, bitch, wake up, you're missing all the fun!"