<strong>Erato and M’Gul </strong><br/><br/>One moment she had seen herself victorious, ending the Bull’s rampant success for the Queen’s favors only to see nothing but his dark, furry hand coming to cover her eyes in the next. A thud was heard as her own head smashed against the marble floor underneath it, followed by ceaseless curses and foul words.<br/><br/>The pain was hardly of importance compared to what M’Gul was planning to do next. Forcing his large knee between her legs, the Minotaur took advantage of the sudden switch of power and bend her powerful hooved legs against his chest.  Erato hissed and struggled to escape, tightening her own grip on the whip. She pulled it farther to the side in order to strangle her nemesis while she pushed herself further against his muscled frame. For a brief moment the movement was successful – it allowed her to stretch the whip at its maximum. M’Gul’s arm was long enough to keep her head still into place, while she failed to hollow his eyes out, barely managing to scratch his thick hide.<br/><br/>Spurting the same nonsense he probably told his victims many times before, the Bull twisted her wrist forcing another feral growl from her lips as she revealed her fangs to him. Erato’s metal gauntlets proved useless against his grip. Her fist opened wide, releasing the handle of her whip.  She dug her nails deeper into his arm using her free hand, to no avail. Frustrated to the point of risking a blood vessel explosion and fearing humiliation beyond anything else, the demoness brought her legs together. Powerful thighs caught his neck inbetween and she moved to either bend him over to the side or snap his neck. At least she’d have a chance to pierce M’Gul’s shoulders with her talons if the distance between their bodies would increase.<br/><br/>“You do not deserve to be here!” she spat.  What she hated more than males was a mangy beast like him enjoying the object of her constant fixation (the Queen) and having the nerve to do the same thing to her. The thought of having that massive beastly phallus inside of her wasn’t arousing – oddly enough for a succubus raised in the debauchery of the second layer – but enraging for the stern female demon.  It was more than a matter of pride, really. If M’Gul did prove his worth as a guardian (better in terms of physical strength than herself who was merely “the Ambassador”) then she would have no other choice than to accept the fact of seeing him closer to her Queen than anyone else in the realm. Least to say, that was unacceptable to Erato who strived for that herself.<br/><br/>There was nothing standing between her private parts and his except the leather thongs she usually wore to give her frame a minimum amount of decency – not that it was needed in the realm. Erato’s eyes burst into blue flames of anger as she let out a fierce growl. Her claws began to grow in sync with her fangs and she’d use both to force the beast away from her.<br/><br/><br/><br/><strong>The Queen and La’cael’rah<br/>Tagged Relena</strong><br/><br/><em> “Moreover, the art attains its end within narrower limits; for the concentrated effect is more pleasurable than one which is spread over a long time and so diluted. “ - The Poetics of Aristotle by Aristotle </em><br/><br/>Time seemed to gain essence and weight in those moments, bringing the Queen’s senses to their potential limit, yet she held her own pleasure at bay. Only he was allowed to climax, filling her with his fae seed and a brief question about its potential effects did cross her mind. She never “tried” Fae before this game had started and perhaps she ought to figure it out from the first time they became one, yet it did not happen. For this was the way of Hell’s pale mistress, not placing reason above delight.<br/><br/>Again he could feel her tight hold on him, which did not allow too much freedom of movement. Once his whole frame relaxed beneath her she slowly let go, lifting herself away from him. Then she slid off the bed and approached the wooden desk for a drink. Her throat was almost painfully dry. It was then she caused another rift to open, showing her chambers, revealing the mess Thane and Sakkara left behind as they trailed into the hallway, continuing their duel. The Red Chamber had arcane magic imbued within its walls and a specific “alarm system” designed to trigger whenever someone or something tried to break into it. This time however it was about someone breaking out of it rather than in.<br/><br/>The Queen simply narrowed her eyes at the sight of her majestic canopy bed turned into  a pile of wood and silk on the floor. She expected another escape routine from the Black Baron, but not such a vengeful display of anger and lack of politeness. After all, she did promise to explain things to him just to show how generous a Queen could be. At that time, Sakkara’s implication remained unknown.<br/><br/>Lilith entered the portal, leaving it open for the Brownie to follow. She was sure he wouldn’t refrain from trying to clean up the place, though she doubted he had enough stamina left for that. Once in the Red Chamber, the Queen unlocked the entrance to the Hall of Mirrors, tapping the eastern wall in a certain spot. Thousands of mirrors of different shapes and sizes hanged on the walls or rested on frames against the floor. As she passed through them, each silvery surface reflected the countless looks she took throughout history. Each mirror was connected to different worlds and Lilith stopped in front of the one who linked the Second Circle to itself. By touching the surface she was able to skim through all the regions of her realm; down in the dungeons the guards were still bustling over the death of their Captain – Thane’s doing. She saw Suzafan tempting the Celestial in the outskirts of the layer, Erato taken down by her beast gaurdian (a passing smile adorned her features, but her gaze did not linger there), Scylla watching Tristan in front of his cell. Where was Thane? Was Sakkara able to find the other major disturbance? Then she froze the image on Relena, one of the youngest succubi.  She was fairly new to Hell, therefore less known amongst the other layers. A certain quality the Queen could take advantage of.<br/><br/>“La’cael’rah” she called in that melodious voice he began to know well, giving him the honor of stepping in where no one had entered before “you’ll take this message to her” she pointed towards the mirror and handed him a sealed parchment – it bore the sign of Lilith, an owl and a snake. The Queen opened another rift for him, that would take him to where Relena was taking a day off apparently, now that Erato was “kept away” with other matters.<br/><br/>The message went as below:<br/><br/><em> To my faithful follower Relena<br/><br/>Her Majesty wishes that you take this being with you to Earth, in a city called Vatican. Our kind has no entrance in any of the human’s holy places, therefore you must use him. He should enter the Cathedral named “Saint Peter’s Basilica” and search for the tomb beneath it to take the wooden cross encased there. Being from the Fae kind, I had seen him turn invisible to the human kind.  <br/>Return him safely to our realm after you’re done and make sure no one touches the cross except him. <br/><br/>Her Majesty,<br/>The Queen of Hell and Second Circle </em><br/>