<span class="bbc_u"><strong>Battle with Grimjaw (finished)</strong></span><br/><br/>Vholdran nods, surprised first but once he looked the ruins of the body which is discporating (but leaving items behind) he says to Methu in telepathy;<em>"My favored one Alactra has confirmed the foe you had slain is fake one, unlikely true grimjaw is here present and I need get full true description of his appearance so we can see through this trickery in future. Also I have strong suspicion which mirror mephit is behind making that clone, as only rare few mirror mepthis get so powerful as clone like someone Grimjaw.<br/><br/>So for now Grimjaw is not eliminated threat long term but for now we should focus upon Grazz'zt army as it's still pressing on, so far angels have been dealt with. Pick trinkets, we distribute them later for those who need them most."</em><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Loot</div><div class="spoiler_body">A gemstone which takes slot on face/circlet; CL 18 Mind Blank bestowed upon the user when donned. There is also hand straps +4 dexterity (gloves of dexterity in function) and foot straps of speed (boots of haste) and fiendish hide belt of fiendish fortitude (fast healing 2 constantly and +4 to Con score).</div></div><br/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Battle of Angels (soon over)</strong></span><br/><br/>War/Orpheus smiles on Echidna's question and replies; "Such a man is below pitiful. Powerless mortals are pitiful to see, but any man of any rank who runs from battle after their female commander had been taken ravaged and tortured should have either choice share her fate or die trying rescue her. They are<em>nothing</em>, barely serve me in offering their asses for me use shit inside their asses. That much worthless and below of dignity they are to me."<br/><br/>The angels which face Echidna listen her words (and War's), the angels seem commune silently with each other and they nod.....and then they all kneel in same time, lowering their weapons on ground and disrobing naked and display their golden hued celestial flesh. But each remaining concious four astral devas speak in their own turns and doing displays of loyalty;<br/><br/>"I Araces love power, most terrible love of the all. So thus to you mistress, manifestos of this desire, I pledge myself." To display sincerity Araces ripped his own arm off his shoulder! His anguished cry as blood is shed and bone cracking as his own fingers dig deep into his own flesh, tearing, reaching to bone and snapping it he dislodges his own shoulder off the armpit.....and as symbol of his power granted to Echidna he offers his own ripped arm to her.<br/><br/>"I Arames, will believe in that no mortal ever knows happiness and good fortune all the way to the end. Each one is born with his bitterness waiting for him. So thus I shall be the reminder of this truth." He grabs on his own cock, stroking it and in anguished cry, much louder and clear than Araces, he tears off his own cock and thus forever denies his own happines....and grants it to Echidna as offering.<br/><br/>"I Rafael make this declaration; Oh where is the noble face of modesty, or the strength of virtue, now that blasphemy is in power and men have put justice behind them, and there is no law but lawlessness, and none join in fear of the gods? So thus I swear put my fear behind me and embrace the darkness and deny world's light and offer it to you." Rafael places his fingers on his eyes as he cries and tears his own eyes off from himself! Then blindly offering pair of bloodied celestials eyes towards Echidna.<br/><br/>"Death will be my wedding, My desire my grave and glory my birth, this I Thermes will pledge; death will claim all those who serve you but death is not ending of service. Nor it will be to mine." Thermes then reaches to his chest, with bloodied gurgling cry he sinks his hand inside his chest with brutality only achievable to strong angel and one who descends to realm of madness and evil....ripping out his heart he offers it Echidna, his body shaking, shivering and starting stiffen as he literally dies for Echidna before her.<br/><br/>Than in a unearthly chorus when all four astral devas speak (even Thermes does albeit as if in silent echo);<strong>“We'll buy back our own harm with what is most dear to us!” </strong><br/><br/>War/Orpheus eye brows went up, quite impressed on the display himself but he looks on Echidna, as after all they were meant impress her than himself after all.<br/><br/>As chorus happened, Nyag'thon and Ungrath ambush the angels with sudden warping movement....Nyag'thon achieving little with his power but raw brutal tentacles of Ungrath tear and subdue the remaining three astral devas! Who foolishly tried even escape injured from her assault and fall before her. So<em>loads</em>of toys to play with later!<br/><br/><em>Meanwhile....</em><br/><br/>Conquest stirs and wakes from paralysis, coughing and saying in more embarassed tone; "Well, that's quite anti-climatic display from me.....would you lady mind company on bloodied fields of Hades for second performance?" His hand glows in golden and black aura as he touches on Torihime's forehead...and surge of positive energy radiates pleasantly through her body but most importantly with gentle golden light filling her vision....her sight is restored back together and she is able to see once more!<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Brymril vs Anasil</strong></span><br/><br/>Same time when several hezrous get tricked by shadow, thens truck but not dead but severly injured instead there is telepathic reply to Anansil's words;<em>"You look down upon individuality of succubi, they all deliver pleasure but word pleasure is prismatic spectrum of many colors. Where one's into sadism other is into masochism and even then it varies does it target mind, emotion, body or soul. But even so if Methu would provide variety of alternatives, it was not succubus itself which loss hurt, but loss of substantially greater source of pride and pleasure than succubus would had ever delivered to a dark heart of mine....loss of pride of someone whom I cared to feel about."</em><br/><br/>As Anansil battles on, Vholdran communes back;<em>"The one tenth chance did not reveal who won, as coupling was more of result of agreement somekind and had open slated lust in it than any form of dominance of power structure. Much agreement than fiends can agree on anything, besides us bound to Soul Casket anyways."</em><br/><br/>Anansil mind forms pattern, a idea and thought, which could descripe root of the anguish of Brymril and reason why he is ready sacrifice own legion for.....quite interesting thing from half-fiend spawn but perhaps fitting considering the whole.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Result of Sense Motive roll from PM</div><div class="spoiler_body">Anansil senses Brymril's matter is related to 'loosing pride' of Grazz'zt upon <em>himself</em>. So Methu stolen his woman, overall not big deal, but someway it made Grazz'zt disappointed on his own son and favor Methu instead. This riled up Brymril, but did not act as Grazz'zt held favor in Methu. But when Grazz'zt indicated that Methu is no longer 'favored' per say; it unleashed full aggression of Brymril who wants 'prove himself' for Grazz'zt all cost. Fiends do not care about parents, but Brymril is half-spawn of Grazz'zt, so thus half-mortal and thus even if grown abyss, he has mortal attachment to Grazz'zt as parental/father figure someway.<br/><br/>However, as usual in chaos of abyssal politics of appeasing one's own fiendish parent, Brymril does not need to kill Methu achieve a approval. Hags bargained for his aid eliminate Ungrath but considering he send his 'butt hurt son' do it than himself send own legion or more capable general, means Grazz'zt is doing half-assed attempt on whole deal so hags had failed appease him properly (or figuratively speaking suck his onyx cock properly as Grazz'zt has sort weak spot for beauty and carnal pleasures delivered by beautiful women who want him as patron and hags aren't usually comely at all). Methu is merely bait to send his son do the task but he seems not care will his son succeed or not, so he would not be upset his son returns empty handed but it will cause further disappointment.<br/><br/>Unless his son achieved victory other kind which could make papa Grazz'zt proud once more on Brymril.....getting archfiend lover/consort, a powerful ally/connection to mysterious grouping of archfiends, intriquing and something worth to speak about even among fiends (more so bragging right for half-spawn what accomplishments go by). Albeit emotion itself is silly mortal, but fiends are driven by selfish motivations and Brymril is no less to that very least. So one tenth chance what Vholdran spoke of Anansil having chance form connection to Grazz'zr court through one his favored sons (by helping ofc restore favored status of said son). Of course such deal needs done carefully and just thrown in front to Brymril, him needing realize it himself or baited upon it.<br/><br/>Of course she can take half a half chance winning fight herself and gain fancy sword, other half she is defeated and reborn anew rapidly back in Soul Casket and gained nothing.</div></div><br/><br/><em>Meanwhile</em><br/><br/>As Famine arrives, at first fiends are confused as dozens of dretches get devoured while smarter fiends run off from the swarm fast as possible. Then once seeing the swarm chains souls to it...even fiends, it causes panic and suddenly portion of army plays amusingly game of 'tag' and Famine is the tagger! As further fireballs fall from sky in bombardment and dozen more dretches perish while couple hezrous collapses on impact. However army is still big but it starts slow down and spread out further, to avoid further casualties by bombardment.<br/><br/>Famine is having fun when suddenly one the cerebrilith commander is charging a psionic migthy blast towards him! However suddenly in flash copies of Torahime warped in, slashing and cutting rapidly the Cerebrilith in pieces and in same warping flash they disppear, their lovely visages echo in irises of demons who just blink and wonder what just hell happened?! In dark skies the figures of Torahime clones disappear into murky bloody/gray sky.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>In the Vholdran's dungeons</strong></span><br/><br/>Alactra had bit fun in disrobing Sonya, for celestial she had quite lovely figure (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/4b/1f/a8/4b1fa8cd39aa0fa16f7a677b33192849.jpg), bruises fading and disappearing rapidly and she groaned as Alactra shoved the beads inside her. Tigthness was much expected from Sonya's sex and struggle Alactra had to use her slender hand shove the beads inside her. Considering as celestial easily towers over her even when kneeling and in chains. A gasp however escapes as she activates the beads and Sonya starts to shift and stir wake.....before a sudden powerful jerking motion she tries break free! Bolting forward with leap of her legs and wings! Chains crank, groan, but are unyielding and then they jerk Sonya back to where she was as she roars in fury and tries shake and kick off the chains off herself! Starting trash around, injure herself in process but not life threatening manner nor able make suicide with chains thanks how they are bound to her and how tightly taunt they are. Pair of large white feathers come loose and flutter around the room as Sonya struggles.