<div class="floatright">(http://gallery.xcave.net/images/comics/chaos/purgatori/purgatori_GoddessRising04_08.jpg)</div><br/><br/>The satisfied shrieks and animalistic howls mingled and careened off the Halls of the Second Layer, surely reaching even the ears of those gathering in the Throne Room. And when those sounds faded away, the silence that was left behind was almost palpable. What was occurring now? Had the Demon General slain her newest acquisition? Would she be bringing him before the Queen dead or alive?<br/><br/>Neither.<br/><br/>The Lycan had exploded within her, his massive arms encircling her almost lovingly as his cock had pumped his thick seed deep inside her. His release had brought her own, and fiercely. She had bucked atop his lap, feeling his muzzle against her shoulder, her neck, his slick tongue slathering her with the Beasts version of kisses. Sakkara had met her match, and the Lycan was hers, utterly and completely. This was evident io<br/>n the way the mighty Wolf practically melted amongst the furs of her bedding, collapsing in satiated satisfaction, his tongue lolling free from his snout and sleep taking him over. She was not sure if the man, if Bryce would come to the fore now that the Lycan had had his fill, but she knew it didn't matter. There was no way in all the layers of Hell she would be presenting this prize to the Queen as a gift.<br/><br/>Pulling herself to stand, her wings would snap open, arms lifting above her as she stretched with a delighted purr, hands easing over crimson flesh slowly. Onyx hues again fell upon her Beast, and the hint of a smile curled the corner of black lips. Sensuous steps would be taken out of the pit that was her bed, an imp scrambling from seemingly out of nowhere to assist the Demoness in donning her normal leather attire. Long fingers would comb through her thick raven mane and she would be ready to meet with the Queen. Heeled boots would click upon stone as she exited her quarters, leaving Bryce behind, knowing full well that doing so was not an issue. Even if he decided to leave her room once he woke, whether as Beast or as Bryce, he was linked completely with her now, and her Blood magic would draw him to her instantly.<br/><br/>Sure, confident strides carried her down the Halls, already very aware that the Queen had sent for her. She'd heard the words from the Shadows that were hers to control. Black eyes captured the sight of Suzafan heading in her direction, and a smirk worked across plump lips, a snarl flowing past sharp fangs. With a sniff of derision Sakkara stepped within the nearest pool of Shadow, sinking down into its depths...<br/><br/>.. totally bypassing Suzafan and reappearing within the Throne Room. The crimson Demoness would rise from the Darkness, seeming to appear from a pool of ink as the Shadows dripped from her red flesh, finally stepping forth in all her statuesque glory. Her wings would drift open wide from her back only to slowly settle again as her fathomless gaze swept the room. Stoic was the hungry beauty of her visage, taking stock of all gathered, from the Queens pets, to the Angel on his knees before the Throne, to the fact that even the Bitch of the Sea had been called to witness.<br/><br/>Sakkara did not go to the Throne, did not take a knee before the Queen. Unless she was ordered to come forth, Sakkara would remain within the Shadows, well aware that the Queen would know of her presence. Besides, though all would think that the Demon General was there to witness at the trial of the Angel, as ordered by the Queen, Sakkara had her own agenda...<br/><br/>… and Lo... the Queen looked so very weak...