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EPISODE 8: Nixing Nyx II: The Alpha Bitch

"Oh, my-my... The furious throng of Belexia's finest have met themselves with such an ATROCIOUSLY handsome fate."

Cros Le Bail, in all of his florid oddities bonded in a vivid harness, glossy spikes, and provocative straps that enslaved his pale and lanky figure, bent over the railings of Belexia's chamber terrace with his revealing buttocks, red thong included, perked and wagging in the air as if waiting for a sensual thrash to his sickly tush. He clasped his hands upon his ivory goat mask's cheeks with lusty glee, his decorative grim-grinning visage of wild feathers shone sprightly enough, for it reflected the syrupy arousal that molested his sweet spots like a shameless harlot flicked hard at the pleasure bean.

"Define "Atrociously handsome"...?" said the devilish Closivus, a Shaettan Fiend who's not so pleasing inquiry clashed with the swooning Cros Le Bail, who seductively whined so much that Closivus found it secretly cringe worthy.

"Fearless is the beautiful beast. A monster of breathless magnificence chosen by the gods! Sprung from the loins of warriors' caste, he swiftly wields his immaculate sword with behemoth's grace. The battlefield is his canvass. And his blade is the instrument in which fine art is born."

Closivus scrunched his dull, leaden-blue face and flared his thorny nostrils in a disgusted snort. What ridiculous words to escape the painted pierced lips of a goat-faced freak. Cros's flamboyant poetry not the best—he sensed an odd bit of titillation from that—but flowery enough to answer Closivus, who sought no answer to his vague question. "I wasn't expecting you to answer that—and so poorly."

Cros moaned. "I wasn't expecting you to care—and I wasn't trying."

Closivus growled, his prickly brow puckered and his full obsidian eyes grew dark with appall. He ignored his sadist-garbed ally of macabre aura and carnal poise to match and focused on the tilted battle that worsened as a loony brigade of hopeless demons descended into Ricven's slaughter. Then he caught them. Cornelius and Hanakin creeping along the east landbridge—barren of fiends and only a few timid slaves lurking the cracks. "Hmph. Well, won't you look at that... Figured it only a matter of time before we crossed paths with them again. The mage was foolish to sacrifice himself for that death urchin. We should've killed them both."

Cros crooned and slipped from the terrace rail. "Mmm... It is not our problem." He turned for Belexia's door, but as he lifted his prissy little hand of rings and bangles and swirled it at the wrist, coils of darkness spun open, and he sauntered casually through the portal. "Coming, dear?"

Closivus scowled. It's one thing to have to put up with Cros, their leaders' alliance insisted on it, but it was another to have to run into the multiversers again—especially Ricven's gang. But Cros spoke true words; it wasn't their problem. They arrived at Belexia's call for important business before Belexia's goons spotted Hanakin and Aethenius, and both Cros and Closivus took it upon themselves to play reunion with the two. That reunion didn't end well, obviously.

Closivus waited a moment. He washed his gaze across the battlefield again, giving Ricven the black dagger look, then he vanished through the swirling gate.

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The uncontrolled throng of demons met their unlikely breaker.

Ricven and Fae decimated Belexia's horde by the relentless waves. Waves of aethra unleashed by his wide sword swings and Fae's merciless bullet blitz, that is. The black battlefield became a festival of sparkles and death, Edge Breaker rendered the raging demons to fainted glow dust only to be blown away by Nyx's scorched winds. Retreat was totally out of the question. Not like Ricven could or would do such, for he occupied the central point; right in the eye of the fiendish storm. Demons closed in, wild in the fray and chattering up a crude storm. Not many could squeeze out full sentences, since Ricven cut them down like moldy swiss cheese.