"Is this to your liking?" asks the Chancellor Delxit, his brow furrowed as he and Sydney stand in the surgical stadium, looking down at the gathered people, the plinths, the statues, all set according to Sydney's plan.  She feels herself speak, but doesn't feel herself doing it, surprised by the resonance of her voice, that she could be so calm in this moment.<br/><br/>"Yes, it all lead to this.  If not us, then the world."<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://img13.deviantart.net/d64e/i/2010/081/a/0/ritual_by_zsoltkosa.jpg)</div>It was going to hurt.  It was going to burn and she was going to scream and the world would be held together and she was going to moan and life would go on.  And she would either be the wizard who saved everything and was remembered in legend, or the wizard who saved everything and is still around to reap the benefits.  The promises she's gotten from world leaders, almost enough to make her toes curl...<br/><br/>No, not time for that yet.  It must begin first.<br/><br/>Phelypsis was part of this from the beginning.  The lusty demon has only gotten lustier, but it took a lot of convincing to get her to this point.  She would be the center with three lovely women and three lovely men to help her along, the point in the middle of her spell, her spirit, her energy enough to conduit the magic to Sydney.  Because they were linked with their own love.  Delxit nodded and the gates swung open.  Bodies moved in.  Beautiful bodies.  Stunning bodies.  None clothed, but all painted with the proper sigils and signs.  They moved to their places and Sydney called out, "Channel your lust.  Allow it out.  We save Creation tonight."<br/><br/>Then the fucking began.  Power coursed through Sydney's body, wracking through her as her moans lifted and grew above the gathered crowd, sweat appearing on her breasts, radiating and she felt the force, the darkness, that had to be pushed back.<br/><br/>And she woke, power still shaking her arms, shaking her legs, moaning out of her.