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EPISODE 34: Hanakin Rising II: The Sum of all Demonic Fears

"Correct me if I'm wrong but... Is that the phase?" Aethenius hoped against it. "Please tell me that isn't the phase."

"No," Cornelius answered. "She's going through a pre-phase."

"That's not good at all, right?" Fae hoped against that, too.

"This isn't the first time she's done it," said Cornelius with a tiny drop of dread in his voice. "But this is the worst dat' she's ever progressed it."

Hanakin released another deafening roar. The black, stygian flesh of her fiendish arm claimed her whole as she risen to her hands and knees, mouth agape, teeth turning sharp. Her skin steamed like a great pot of veggies, oily and bubbling as a prickly growth came to collect that ass. The crowd bore witness to a sooty slime trickling from her now primitive frame, oozing globs of black phlegm, a ropy mucus, tar-like, strong to the nostrils and burning holes through Sheolora's marble rut. Hanakin's back spiked over, rough like a dragon's spine, and a plated tail swished at its end. It sliced through the mist that pushed from the fissures of her unnatural plates, and her butt-cheeks turned veiny and gray.

Her hair thrashed violently from her serrated crown, its curved horns, red-tipped, queenly and yet totally fear-inducing. They crowned her skull like a living helmet that veiled her dismal eyes aside from her wide-opened jaws packed with carnivorous teeth. Juruda stared into the misty jowls of a monster chick, and BOY was she still fuckable!

"I'd hit that," blurted one of the vice knights.

He'd kill himself trying. She wasn't the cute monster girl type, not the adorable carnal sort seen in those overly sexualized graphic novels and moving pictures. No. Hanakin rose an alluring abnormality with a shapely body forged from the bowels of hell and could, without a shred of a thought, shred you limb from limb.

And that laid a broad smile on Juruda's androgynous-looking face.

"And THERE it is!" He cheered. "On cue! So this is what you've become. How rich—"

His bad habit of discourse was hushed by the serpent strike of Hanakin's tail. Juruda never moved a foot, but his torso twisted enough that when he pivoted with grace, his eyes ran over each plating that layered her reaching tail, and the arrow-tip it owned, which almost punched through his chest!

"YES!" He happily cried out. "You really are the dark bane of evils. Of all the sacrifices met, you were the one to rise from that ravaging—"

Hanakin snarled and sprung from her crater, reaching her claws for the fiend. Juruda went "Whoops!" then shirked her again, leaping out of her path, and she skidded across the marble, scratching up the floor and forcing the crowd to expand.

Juruda climbed the air, watching the angry beast below, and how the mad Hanakin suddenly clutched one claw to her head, shaking her skull as if fighting off a bad vision. "Let me finish, child! For this is the part that annoys you the most, but before you begin your wretched effort to persevere in such a berserk state—thanks to me, no need for an applause—I should inform you. Your chances of killing me are and will always be...nonexistent. Revenge will never be in your favor, Hanakin. You will never be able to have your destructive way with me and you forever be cursed to live a life of eternal madness. Such is the way of life, I suppose. It's almost...poetic. I'm going to haul every piece of my ass on out of here and have you losing your shit to find me again. But don't worry, my favorite little bitch hellion—I'll be sure to leave as many appetizers for you to nibble on until the next we meet."

"Oh, no the HELL you DON'T, Juruda!" Sheolora stomped forward and raised her shaky fist at him. She then pointed to the steam-breathing monster tearing up her court—and was having a bit of a manic moment as all else outside of her head faded to black. "She's here for your fine lizard-looking weasel ass! You're going to deal with this right-fucking-here, RIGHT-FUCKING-NOW!"