Ennea leaned against the machine girl, the top of her head quite easily finding her breasts.  As much hate as there was in Ennea, it felt good to be so close to another living being, even a mockery of God's creation like Elohim.  "We should die together."  Ennea whimpered, suddenly drawing Elohim very close.  "I cannot betray Master... but I want to die."  Ennea cried, moaning as her limbs began to crack into workable strength.  "You can pull your blade out right now, you know."  Ennea whispered, a hint of lust in her eyes.  "The others think I am going to try and kill them, that I am angry at them."  Ennea said, a small grin creeping onto her face as her bestial nature began to reassert itself.   "I have never hated a human.  I have never hurt a human."  Ennea whispered, looking up at Elohim with something approaching twisted affection.<br/><br/>"I know why God hates you."  Ennea purred, her breaths becoming more regular as she finally changed from a vulnerable, half dead girl to a virile killing machine.  "You were made to replace him, to pass judgment on those we call monsters."  Ennea said with a smile, placing her hand on Elohim's and drawing the Gynoid's hand between her legs.  Ennea leaned upwards and placed her head on Elohim's shoulder, then began to whisper horrible things into her ear, about her secret desire to be penetrated with a knife, to die cut open as if in a mockery of birth.  "God will still hate you, whether or not you grant my wish."  Ennea taunted, her despair and rage hardening into the grim ecstasy with which Ennea hunted.  "We are but idols."  Ennea hissed, as her snake coiled on the ground behind her.