[[50 years after the story of Theo, The Blood Angel of Lescatie]]

CHAPTER 3: Agrat, Empress of Monsters.

Reikshold.

The beautiful castle stood in the heart of Reikshold, a violet-pink heaven for monster girls and their humans whom they now treated as valued husbands. Laughter and joy was never in short supply amongst the pleasure gardens, its hidden coves, fountains and bedrooms. Its pink dungeons housed a thoroughly different sort of captives and prisoners, which was even open to mamono visitors and surprisingly, humans. It was fair to say less humans got out than got in.

Even the guards were far too busy, a pair of busty dark elf guards who were busy kissing two strapping human men behind them with their skirt armor and pink panties around their ankles. With intermittent moans and slaps, both were quite busy as both men thrust like horny rabbits and held them firmly, making the Anubis guard upstairs shake her head and groan, going inside.

Downstairs, the two chocolate-skinned curvy slots' tongues lolled, fully lost in the throes of sex, their pink, glistening slits pounded by the men's hairy cocks. Their mouths, between kissing could produce little more than grunts and moans, each loving the bitch treatment, gleefully shuddering in orgasms as their ponytails were pulled, and hips worked to knock the two horny dark elves up. Every thrust jiggled their thick, round asses, both dark elves lost in pleasure with animal moans.

Some monster girls like harpies or lamias were milder, content in sighing and cuddling, straddling their lovers amongst the gardens, topiary and fountains, having their sex in slow, melodic moans penetrating the air with snake bodies, feathers and .

Inside the palace, life went on, visitors safely housed in quarters. Two of these were Anubii, or Kemet jackal girls invited for a mission.

After Theo sacrificed himself to kill the Demon Lord, the Mamono Reik, short for Monster Girl Empire, it had entered a period of peace with the humans, though it still had skirmishes. Skirmishes born out of necessity. The captives were all now alive and well, either living with monster girl captors, keepers, or distributed amongst the population as well-treated slaves, something Agrat tried to get under control and ban altogether...

If only the Theocracy would let humans go more frequently inside its borders... For now, the system would stay.

Otep, the Anubis Detective that helped so many to get a better life, was invited with her deputy, Saakali...

The Empress of the Monster Girls, Agrat's palace housed two little detective Anubis tonight, sitting in a palatial study room carved out of warm, scented wood, reading newspapers and smoking as a young boy servant massages Saakali's jackal paws, squishy little toebeans with his hands.

"Why are we having news of a worldwide civil war..."

Otep's tobacco and coffee felt stale on her tongue. Life felt sad, drooping her Anubis ears and making her whine like a puppy.

The world was reforming, love and intimacy freely available, but the last Demon Lord was now trying to come back to ruin everything. Maou didn't quite die, even when enforced by a Wish spell and 10000 willing sacrifices who gladly died in combat to dent its colossal demon God form.

The sounds of giggles, sexual activity and laughter around the monster girl castle was scant joy. This free love future was threatened, for the third time.Just because the old Monster Lord Maou wanted to tear apart the world.

Otep had to stop it again. By reading news and analyzing them. She smiled at the boy's hands occasionally wandering on her moccha colored thighs, giving quick caresses above her jackal-furred knees.

Otep winked at...me.

*-*-*-*

Hello!

And here I was, Saakali, another Anubis, warming my paws by the fire after a harsh walk. We sat by the fire, analyzing news and reports on how to stop another World War destroying all we loved.

Sometimes it's hard to fight for peace.

Freedom has a price, so they learned from Theo, the man who sacrificed himself and ten thousand willing souls to stall an apocalypse.

When you want to love and live, it will cost you. You can't have everything sitting in your room and demanding handouts.

You want to have a girlfriend, a job and freedom?

You must suffer and bleed for it. Every inch of the way.

But today, I loved my paws getting rubbed by the boy servant. And I didn't miss that...ahem...enlargement in his pants when he caressed my legs and even gave a touch...on my butt! He even caressed by tail, since I couldn't help but wag it when he slowly massaged my legs. Tee hee!

Maybe Miss Otep will let me take him upstairs! Gosh his hands are touching my butt and he even squeezed a little!

I didn't pat his hand away. Hihi! I'm a sinful Anubis!

*-*-*-*

"Detective Otep. What's that about demon magic and blood anyway? It's a hard topic but..." Saakali mumbled, reading another threat of civil war in far east Baharat of Hind.

"Another part of the game, Saakali. Civil wars cause nothing but strife, slavery and death amongst the humans."

Saakali sighed in relaxation, her fluffy black tail wagging with gentle motions on the divan, her footpaws were being squeezed: Lady Agrat really knew how to spoil her guests. She had sent a comfort boy to massage both Anubis' fluffy footpaws as they drank coffee and chatted about the events which seemed to lead the world into apocalypse. The air of gentle relaxation, human massage and refreshments melted the little two Anubis detectives into a pampered bliss.

Occasionally, Saakali could not stop but let out gentle whines. Her forepaw landed on the young man's head, ruffling his hair. Both exchanged loving glances as Otep rolled her eyes.

"Maybe you two ought to get a room..."

That made the little Anubis' ears perk up, little fluffy black skin flaps twitching in excitement. "M-can I? Lady Otep? You don't mind?" The young little Saakali was shocked: Otep was allowing her to have sex out of wedlock in blatant disregard of Kemet laws. The older Anubis just smiled, and shook her head.

"It doesn't hurt to have a little fun. I justify it as rewarding hardworking boys who love to serve us. Look at him." Otep smiled and patted the young man's head, earning a smile. "They were treated like animals, worse than animals before Agrat took over. Now they are in love with us, and many love their servitude. For those who don't, Lescatie takes them in eventually. What's not to justify? I think our duty as Anubises are pretty much relaxed: I believe we can justify sex out of wedlock as "rewarding good servants"..."

Saakali just blinked: "That's...very progressive." The boy held her paw tenderly, looking into her eyes. She smiled back, kissing his nose as her ears flicked. Her dusky face, save for ears and her Kemet kohl makeup, showed a contrast to the young man's blond hair and fair skin. Otep smiled at both getting along well, and added why she decided to relax her laws.

"My parents adopted Human Holocaust victims. One was Theo's sister which helped him stay sane. And that was enough to fix the world...If "progressive" means this, I suppose I am." Otep stated flatly. "I feel a strong desire to protect our human slaves, lovers and servants like the sheepdog protecting the flock. Last centuries has been horrific for man and beastgirl."

Saakali nodded, but was lost in the servant boy's blue eyes.

Otep bit her lips not to laugh, noticing how fast Saakali's tail wagged.

But the news before her were not good, neither the news to come in the shape of an urgent medical team dispatched to receive the heroes sent by Agrat. A joint Mamono and Human operation that went to shut down a Drow Remnant slavery ring, a slavery ring that kidnapped and tricked virgin humans to be sacrificed to reawaken Maou rather than lawfully selling them to monster folk that would make good use of husbands and living qi batteries. Even human women in vicinity of monster girls fed them with essence in a trickle.

"Maou." Otep sighed. "How hateful are you, beast-king, Dai Oni of the East? How will we stop your hate?"

*-*-*-*

Shores of Reikshold.

The Heroes were racing home.

Close to Reikshold's western port, a sailship was racing to the shore, carrying the wounded heroes back home, back home with clues about the Circle: the cospiracy that wanted to bring the old ways back and resurrect the old Demon Lord.

Inside the captain's cabin, a beautiful woman lay on bed, in bloodied bandages. Sibel was gravely injured, only kept alive by desperate magic and hope. The Seljuk Enchantress' hand was held by her love and husband, who had gone to hell and back with her to liberate slaves intended for sacrifice by Drow, the insidious relatives of Dunia's Dark Elves.

"My Lion..."

"MY WOLF!" Ulfric was on her bedside immediately, as an ex-slave, a tiny boy fed Sibel a healing potion, who was freshly rescued. "My She-Wolf, my moon and stars, are you alright?" The boy tried to wipe Sibel's bleeding which had turned a purple, stinky slime oozing from her blasted kidney.

"Better..." Sibel coughed some blood: a kidney was blasted, atrophied to uselessness. The Drow Guard had stabbed it so deeply that healing magic was ineffective from the black-green steel, the flesh turning green-black signifying necrosis. Ulfric could not sleep, as if he screamed at the four winds to deliver them faster to solid land and healing.

On deck, ex-slaves, Hellhound girls and Human warriors worked furiously to optimize the sails. Soon they'd be on land: for a life was at stake. The flares fired from the ship's deck alerted a sleeping Hellhound on the docks, her ears twitching, she barked orders for sleepy Red Oni dock workers to prepare the ropes:

"Zephyr's coming to dock! It's the Queen's Entourage! HURRY DAMNIT!"

Her big, cute, flaming eyes grew when she spotted a signal flag being waved, a red-black flag with a scary skull and a Caduceus sign. Her tail sinking in fear, the Hellhound struck a bell furiously as her tongue felt dry. The Queen's Entourage had encountered trouble, for the signal clearly spoke:

"Imminent death."

*-*-*-*

Reikshold docks.

The stretcher was covered with a white cloth as if it was a shroud, Hellhounds ringing bells for everyone to get the hell out of the way.

The gates opened with a loud clang. Before the dust cloud disappeared, furious monster girls, Hellhounds by the look of it, hurried through, carrying a severely injured, tan skinned woman wearing a wizard's robe, her hip oozing with purple blood, looking like as if it's a magically corrupted wound. Her one dainty hand was held by a terrified, bearded human knight, a man of flaming red hair. His eyes looked like a scared child losing his sister.

The Hellhounds, usually brazen and cheerful girls, looked somber, trundling towards the glorious palace in tatters. None were dead, but they were all at death's door with bandaged injuries, leading a group of ragged human slaves and adventurers behind them. Their leader, the one with the fluffiest mane, largest breasts and biggest, fluffiest ears, roared towards her sisters, the Gendarmerie Loups de Inferne.

"We have injured sisters, allies, and liberated illegal slaves in tow! SEND MEDICAL AND CLERGY AID NOW! BANE SWORD! BANE SWORD!"

The General Hellhound's eyes grew wide, and she dashed screaming towards the palace on all fours.

"MISTRESS AGRAT! WE NEED YOU NOW!"

The crowd fell silent when the dying woman was carried by a crying, huge, red-maned man in armor towards the hurriedly established tent in the gardens.

Bane Sword.

The name sounded ominous, few knew what it meant. Maou's corrupt blood was used to forge swords before the end of the First Demon War. The wounds struck by the sword never healed, growing necrotic and killing the injured. Maou had experimented on thousands of men, women and children taken from the front as prisoners with sick undead doctors dissecting writhing captives alive...

Sibel would die, unless pure blood, equal to Maou's would cleanse the wound. Blood that flowed in the noblest women of the Reik's veins.

*-*-*-*

It was a miracle in making.

Agrat, Empress herself knelt over the dying human and slit her wrist, chanting.

Sibel's grievious wound, which was surely bound to kill her, and made Ulfric keel over in pain and desperation, started to knit in front of the shocked onlookers. Ulfric's eyes widened when he realized a miracle had happened: Sibel's closed eyes, soul wandering between life and death, suddenly opened, her eastern features flush with life.

Her parched lips croaked a single utterance.

"My Lion?"

"My She-wolf!" He yelped like a young girl in joy, hugging Sibel who started to cough. He was looking in awe at the tall succubus Empress who herself came from her palace to cleanse Sibel with her wound. All monster girls, human servants and refugees looked at her intensely, who, eventually realized she had to tell a thing or two about herself.

"Children. You were struck by my evil ex-husband's blood curse. I believe it's time I told who I really am, and why Detective Otep sent you to stop his old followers."

Agrat stood like a blue-clad statue in the middle of the crowd, everyone staring at her in admiration and love, some falling to their knees. The succubus empress was like a giantess with blood on her hands, still fresh from the spell she used to purge Sibel's blood from Maou's blight.

"Please, children. Stand. Or sit. It's a long story. Tell the maids to bring seats." She closed her wounds with a magic syllable, and in her blue-skinned beauty, sat down and called for chairs.

*-*-*-*

So did the Succubus Empress started to tell her story to her servants and lovers, her maids and beloved subjects as monstergirls and men gathered around her. Her first words already shocked everyone, exiting her lips.

"Once I was human."

A throng of monsters and humans were gathered around Agrat bat Mahlat, and as time passed, the palace fell quiet, bearing an expectant air they were usually not subject to.

Before the vampire delegation visited, Agrat decided to tell them her story. She started to speak in a different tone, a somber voice telling a story of lament.

"My name was, as a mortal woman, Zuzanna von Wallenstein. I am, or was, what you call, a Yehudist. In our world, we were named Jews, offshoot from Kemet, or Egypt, as followers of a single, indescribable God."

"I lived in a country called France, equivalent of this world's Marignon, Frankonia and Temirburg combined. A country similar to this world's Ulm, Germany, had attacked and occupied our capital. Paris. This capital, Reikshold is NOTHING compared in beauty to Champs Elysses, my children."

"Paris had become a hotbed of sedition of the so-called Vichy France conquered by Germany, led by an insane man with no sanity of his own. I was back then, a French citizen of Jewish heritage, who was proficient in what was named, Burlesque Opera. Singing and performing satire, so to speak."

Agrat could almost remember the German soldiers marching down the Champs Elysses as she spoke, everyone dead silent. Jackbooted thugs with Stahlhelm headgear, bullying anyone that remotely looked like the people they aimed to exterminate. There she was...

...for one moment she felt herself back on Earth, in Paris, as a human...

...Where she was Zuzanna. Young again. With no burden of a world on her, not as a demon empress, but as an innocent Jewish Frenchwoman...

"My people were being targeted for EXTERMINATION." Agrat somberly spoke. "No persecution, no punishment for slights. Every last Jew, the people that I belonged to... was on the target list." She was clutching her golden pendant with a strained hand as she kept remembering in a painful vision...

*-*-*-*

"JUDENHURE!" The jackboot exploded on a Jewish woman's stomach who was accosted while taking a walk. The thugs, collaborators of the invaders, had beaten her senseless as the people stared, doing nothing.

Zuzanna had kept on walking, hiding her face under her clothes and hat.

"They would beat, kill or abuse my kin on the streets as we looked on, helpless."

"KAUFT NICHT BEI JUDEN" Was a sign on a Jewish shop, plastered with lime. Zuzanna shuddered, the shop was ransacked. "DO NOT BUY FROM JEWS"

She had to dance and sing for a last hope. A last hope the world would recognize her plight. A chanson to tell the patrons about her. A last Burlesque without the joy the artists brought to it.

The stage was set tomorrow. If all else failed, Zuzanna would use her grandfather's final Theorem, the True Name of Beings. The whole SS Officer staff would be watching, knowing her as a white Christian Frenchwoman.

She would use a 72 letter name to change the world, at the cost of her own life, if need be.

*-*-*-*

Zuzanna swung and sang, danced and sang the lyrics, the black-clad SS Officers drunk and singing along, oblivious that the French words referred to them as pigs, and how France would rise again...

As the music reached to a crescendo, Zuzanna threw a leg, turning and singing how the "pigs would fly". As she sang, she realized the darkening gaze of the clearly French floozie in the black dress in the SS Officer's arm, whispering words in the drunk German's ear.

Zuzanna noted: The French were the worst collaborators when it came to that. But it was time. She drew the little wire across her hands, bloodying her hands.

Time to employ Kabbalah, the name of Beings and Arts. As the final refrain approached, some of the SS were blinking surprised when Zuzanna started singing, uttering words that made no sense at all.

The black haired Frenchwoman whispered as the SS officer's eyes twisted in anger, standing up.

"WAS SOLL DENN DAS BEDEUTEN?!"

"Alpha, Beta, Gamma, Delta..." Zuzanna was chanting, hands drawing patterns on the curtains in strange Hebrew letters.

"WAS IST DAS?" He was drunk, hands shaking when German soldiers fumbled with their weapons, some of the musicians confused.

"S'hma Yishrael, Elleihau Adonai..." Zuzanna's eyes started glowing when she raised her hands in anger, pointing at the SS Officer who was red-faced.

"KAMERADEN! VERHAFTET DIE JÜDIN! SIE IST EIN JÜDISCHES SPION!"

German soldiers started lifting tables and marched ominously as patrons screamed and ran, German soldiers starting to trash the joint and rushing to tackle Zuzanna, who chanted with blood on her hands.

Lifting his Luger, the officer aimed.

Too late.

When the letters left Zuzanna's mouth, all hell broke loose.

The Nazi soldiers and the officers started vomiting, eyes popping out of their sockets when the Jewess lifted her hands and screamed as ancient powers woke up, and the entire city of ocupied Paris shook.

For the first time in millenia, G-d's true name was invoked in a thunderstorm, as electricity died across Paris, screams erupted, and guns blazed as freedom fighters acted on instinct.

The officer's face started to melt, the cowardly Frenchwoman screaming when her dress, and herself caught on fire, burning with G-d's holy rage.

"I INVOKE THEE, GOD OF WORLDS, GOD OF HOSTS AND HEAVENS! I INVOKE THIS: THOU SHALT MAKE ME THE SAVIOR OF A WORLD, AT THE COST OF MY OWN LIFE, IF NEED BE!"

Remembering grandpa's words, Zuzanna clapped her hands in anger. And then...

...there was silence.

She was nowhere to be found. That day was attributed to Allied bombing, and Jews were rounded up and exterminated. Up to this day, no Jew ever survived Paris.

*-*-*-*

"My soul was bound with the succubus you see, children."

The French woman in a distant world spoke somberly. "The Universe's first succubus, Agrat Bat Mahlat was fused with me. There is no Zuzanna, there is no Agrat. But there is me."

Everyone was silent.

"And I came to see ANOTHER world, HERE where humans were slaves and animals, killed and eaten for sport. I cried, children, I cried for a hundred days until my eyes bled, my throat was sore, and I nearly died. For one hundred days I cried blood in my new form, with Agrat being me, and Zuzanna melded with her. All that is Zuzanna is now Agrat. And Agrat is Zuzanna, the first succubus in history."
Everyone was silent when she recounted Paris, France, and its beauty, its culture until an injured man with a tortured soul became the ruler of Germany, Ulm's counterpart in this world. Stranded in Dunia, this world, she decided to melt into the Mamono-Reik and rise through the ranks of the Monster Palace, Maou, the Dai-Oni of the West, reigned in pain and blood.

"I seduced him. We oversaw slave sacrifices where innocent maids were bled to empower him. I cried in my heart, but I kept my resolve. I married Maou, and did my best to change the world, making all of my monster subjects cute girls that would need men."

An Anubis maid cuddled her boyfriend, her tail wagging as she whimpered like a puppy. All around, monster girls cuddled with their human lovers and embraced even tighter as her tale went on and on.

Some started crying. A beautiful lizardwoman, her scales gleaming, stood up and excused herself.

The hall was quiet as her speech ended, Agrat explaining her master plan.

"And children, this is why I am planning a banquet to bring the final monster population of Ermorea together. Tonight, the last independent vampire clan joins us in a grand feast. Please...dismiss yourselves, make love, and get ready for tonight's festivities. All I have is yours, eat, drink, and make love."

...

They were hesitant. Agrat knew they needed a show of force.

Agrat stood up with a serious face. Her demonic features started to gleam, appearing bigger by the minute as the room darkened.

"If Maou has a plan, so do I. So do I, this will NOT be a world of victims. Not a grim tale of tragedy. I will fight my ex-husband, and will kill him if need be! I have sworn on the Seventy-Two letters of Creation that I will NOT let this world darken! Here is where the Lamb kills the Wolf!"

She looked taller by the minute, as a gust of wind appeared around the giant succubus.

But that was for a moment. Suddenly she felt small, weak, young, and helpless.

"I must rest. Children. Dismissed." She walked to her chambers, her maids propping her up.

*-*-*-*-

It's me! Saakali! The Anubis Deputy!

You see, the vampire delegation of the Reik is supposed to come for a banquet tonight. She plans to investigate the event so that her suspicions after discovering demonic contraband are confirmed. So she left me in charge of the castle halls hoping nothing unusual happens, like a surprise attack by the resurrected Maou.

I think her instincts might prove true, and we can all rest easier by her.

I spent quite some time with a human boy in one of the bedrooms: sex feels great! I don't want to write what he did to me though, I lost my virginity to him!

But don't tell that to my superiors. I think I'll take him home

*-*-*-

Otep apologized when she stepped over a sleeping goblin girl engineer who was asleep...The green minx was obviously supposed to be fixing the plumbing for a fountain where harpy girls bathed and splashed water, her plump green ass in the air, snoring peacefully nursing a whiskey bottle. Her assistant, a smaller goblin girl played cards with her boyfriend perched on a tree, both sharing a treehouse and a waterpipe.

A third goblin girl wore a set of goggles and a bikini, madly riding a new motorized two wheeled device across the huge gardens using bubbling oil as fuel, laughing wildly to the sounds of engine roaring, her passenger, a young boy screaming along as the device roared and made laps across the stone road.

"DO A WHEELIE!"

Human maids wearing skimpy clothes sheared the gardens clean as laughter, moans and whinnies rang from the stables. Naked human girls carried burdens on their backs to the stables from the warehouse as more of them labored in varying states of undress, cleaning the stables and walls from cum with mops and buckets, overseen by a grinning Hellhound girl smoking a pipe, snuggling with a nude human couple. Male servants mounted naked human and monster girls on the lawn doggystyle, their screams and moans filling the air, a succubus wizard girl reading a book surrounded by humans and monster girls having sex, resting her feet on a sleeping Minotaur girl's belly who snored surrounded by beer bottles, her massive axe anally inserted into her upraised ass with a sign. "Do not remove."

The succubus had turned the minotaur's axe in her ass to an impromptu lamp, hanging a magic lamp to the axe blade and tying it with the minotaur's bovine tail.

"Beer!" A happy Holstaurus wearing a dirndl passed the stalls with trays full of beer. A blonde, curvy Kobold with golden dog ears spoke in Ulmic as she distributed beer steins to the working girls. A young boy wearing brown clothes galloped on a laughing centaur girl's back, kissing her as they pranced and laughed.

Debauchery was the day's word. Saakali now understood why humans in Agrat's captivity never went back even when given freedom.

Who would want to leave here? Technically very few were even written down as slaves.

Agrat's royal stables were a sight not seen anywhere in the Monster Girl Reik except some dark elf farms. Lots of Centaur women were housed for breeding and service, most dark elves using ponygirls, human women stripped naked, set with harnesses and treated like horses instead. Agrat did not mind that as long as the girls were given plenty of food and sex, but herself preferred beast girls that would thrive in the burden and labor.

Still, some stalls had locked bars, housing naked human women wearing leather harnesses, muffled by bitgags and tied to poles as they slept soundly. Agrat kept a few ponygirls taken from skirmishes, teaching the arrogant human women who had racist tendencies until they apologized and repented their ways, returning them with stern lectures that anyone could lose their freedom and made to serve if they kept hating monster girls.

Two had even asked to stay, serving as her personnal carriage drivers as naked ponygirls. Agrat furnished their naked bodies with tassels and jewelry, taking them to carry her across town for novelty on Sundays. The two, under riding crops and lashes, had even grown to like their new lives, fed the best and taken care of all their lives without worries, sometimes even sharing Agrat's bed along with hundreds of humans worshipping Agrat's body in daily orgies of hundreds of people lining up to penetrate their living goddess' holy pussy.

A hundred boys slept between Agrat's thighs every day, filling her with essence. Some say, even her divine asshole was not free, five men filling her mouth, pussy, asshole and hands at a time.Agrat loved everyone, some say, too much. No human captive hated her when she invited them to her bed to share the endless joys of sex with a succubus queen.

As merciful as she was, Agrat did not mind people finding kinks to live with. Two female knights had been quite the secret celebrities amongst the population of Reikshold, now proudly galloping tied to the royal carriage next to horses and living like them, their asses sporting tail plugs. To each his own, Agrat had concluded.

Otep nodded the two a greeting, who stomped their feet, quietly resting in their stables in each other's arms, bitgags preventing communication.

As for centaurs, her goblin alchemists brought human boys specifically given potions to enlarge their puny cocks into flared, huge horse shape and sizes. With massive penises, they would be bred with the centaurs to replenish their numbers after the war. Some chubby dark elves would also line up to buy young men with incredibly big penises for..."experiments", the goblin business of penis enlargement always in demand.

And the boys loved it. Volunteers were NEVER short. A foot long penis and a willingness to use it would WILDLY increase the boy's value in the sex slave market if nothing else. Even human women from distant lands were interested in importing fertile blonde boys for their kingdoms: Arab women from Qadim, black Zulu and Kongo queens from deepest South and smoky Siam-Thai noblewomen, even mysterious, almond eyed Zhong and Zipangu women regularly visited the Reik to import blonde, fertile stud boys to grant them a light skinned child and a wild lover hung like a horse, or locally born blue eyed, blonde white girls who wanted to see the four corners of the world...to parade in their courts as sexy attendants, signifying their prestige and exchanging bloodlines, exchanging local Ermoreans with exotic boys and girls imported from the respective countries for sex and marriage: Internationalism done right with sex was on the menu, part of Agrat's plan where it failed in Europe on Earth.

It was a benign slave trade where adventurous, willing young white boys and girls were given to other kingdoms on Agrat's behalf, with regular health and psychology checks on the "merchandise"s wellbeing.

Here it was her little pet project to bring the world together, charged with sex and awe, a lot of things could be accomplished where the neurotic little man named Kalergi failed in Europe.

Did Hitler kill him? Agrat didn't know. She herself pretty much saw herself as another villainess sometimes. After all, not all slaves were that willing under the hands of the dark elves.

But that would wait. Maou first.

Saakali's paws felt the cool floor of the halls as she walked with a sway. The centaur stables outside were as rowdy as ever, the new stableboys having the time of their life being brought to breed strong centaur mares, already busy thrusting their hips into their new designated centaur wives with penises enlarged for the girls' pleasure. Saakali giggled when she heard a boy moan, too tired from fucking his share of horse pussy, groaning when he ejaculated with a shudder inside the naked centaur girl's shuddering body, emptying his balls inside her fertile womb.

Kissing and hugging, they made out in the stall, with more centaur girls sleeping soundly after the rough fucking they had received, pussies dripping with cum with boys snuggling next to them. More boys cleaned the stables, large penises dangling from their naked bodies: even Agrat didn't mind nudity concerning boys, her slaves working happily knowing they were cared for.

And their massive penises were appreciated by other women who were quite touchy feely come bath time. Human women loved to wash a breeder boy's massive penis with their hands, whispering sweet promises with their hands caressing cocks and balls with soapy hands. Already two human women were happily washing a boy clean, jerking him off as he was on all fours being poured soapy water, his petite frame washed by several hands, his eyes in bliss when a human woman giggled and kissed his balls and took them in her mouth to give a thorough cleaning with her tongue while another woman washed his genitals and anus with soapy hands. They gasped and applauded when he shuddered, splattering them with white globs of jizz. Laughing, the human maids washed him clean and slapped his ass before tying his arms and legs to a pole stuck in a cage with ropes and locking the cage shut, more for his safety than security. Big-cocked, well hung horny boys were often stolen away, and even Agrat was jealous of her slaves and their lives. Still, their penises and balls were fixed to contraptions dangling outside the cage, so any passing mamono could give them a quick charity blowjob for refreshment. There was no rest for penis slaves of the Reik but pleasure.

Like the visiting dark elf who knelt on all fours and suckled a caged boy's penis as her cheeks bulged, her throat full of the massive penis in her mouth as the sleeping boy stirred uneasily, moaning.

Back in her stall the centaur girl loudly whinnied with the boy finally cumming inside her with full force and collapsing, his penis sliding out of her juicy cunt with a slurp.

"Here it's horsey ride, every day!" The naked centaur giggled. "How was your first time?"

"A-amazing..." The boy moaned, hugging her to sleep, the centauride cooing with him in her arms.

"Cute boy~We'll do this every day OK?"

"O-ok..." The boy fell asleep.

Saakali shook her head: Boys were boys, centaur pussy or not. But it wasn't time for voyeurism: a human and an elf maid had told her that the upper floors' Ghost and Lich residents, delicate ladies who appreciated pleasures denied them in their mortal lives, wanted to talk to the Anubis detective.

In private.

*-*-*-*

Upstairs, classical music rang in a delicate chorus, shimmering, beautiful women trying to sip wine from crystal goblets. Girls long dead and turned into ghosts, many servants of Agrat died fighting Maou, drank and listened to a singing Gandharva, a singer harpy and watching a musical performance. Overall, ghosts danced with boys and girls in a gentle waltz.

Their leader, a tall, elegant woman with silvery hair in a translucent robe, motioned Saakali to sit, with a young boy in her arms, cradling his head as he nuzzled her and kissed her hands.

"Welcome, detective. Wine?"

"I need to keep my head clean, nectar for me, lady...?"

"Alexa. Are you finding the castle to your liking?"

"Very." The Anubis smiled, sipping the drink conjured by a lich girl who waved the levitating goblet to her hands full of shiny nectar. "So, who exactly are you?"

"I was a human archmage, Alexa the Great, Archmage of Lescatie, with the only degree in all magic spheres combined. The Empire had sent me to fight the Reik in the first Demon War. My life ended when a Demon Titan, a giant six-armed Mandeha, an eastern Anti-Sun demon ripped me in half. Agrat has seen fit to resurrect me from death and grant me a place in her court."

"I'm very sorry to hear that." The Anubis's tail sank.

"It's alright." Alexa grinned. "You should see the other guy. I teleported water from the depths of the ocean, and pulverized him into chunky salsa. Mandeha cannot withstand the fury of the ocean, especially when it's pressurized enough to cut rocks. Still, snip snip, and I was in two pieces. Yet I had a goal, and I am glad to help Agrat, as lewd as her castle is, even beyond death." She smiled at a ghost girl kissing a human man in her seat, her hands desperately caressing his face as icy tears formed from joy, carried away by waitresses housing the tears in ice boxes for alchemy.

"We have a high turnover, many poor girls transcending to afterlife as they sleep with a boy or two. After all, love was all many craved." The ghost lady declared in her eternal glory.

"And your...Dharma, miss?"

Alexa smiled. "Until Maou is permanently destroyed, I have sworn to destroy his ilk from Death and Beyond. So I guide ghost girls in their work to undo Maou's evil, and give them more purposes than sex. We even have Valkyrie women from Asgard to help us, but I fear that with the last developments I foresaw, it is still a long march until I can find peace in death." She kissed her boy toy's lips and winked at him, the boy enthralled by her beauty.

"How so?" Saakali was intrigued.

"I foresaw events, little Anubis." Alexa somberly spoke. "Blood sacrifices, murder and incest, the sun blotted by the first demon wolf, Fenris. The world apart, as Maou howls his rage to the sunless sky, Jormundgandr, the world serpent tearing the continents apart. Still, Maou can win. Still I am determined to stop him. He will not stop until this world is as merciless as the rest of the universe, cold and uncaring."

"How can I help?" The Anubis wagged her tail.

"I need a living mamono to find out about the rumors of civil unrest. Agrat treats her human slaves kindly, and this city, Reikshold, is quite mild, yet there are murders and slave riots across the Reik kept under wraps."

Saakali blinked. "Oh?"

"Worse, the riots are random, one day a family of two generations of human servants kill their owners and themselves...The police said the blood splatters create a pentagram with virgin members of the household in the center."

"Mind control?" Saakali whimpered like a puppy hearing poor humans die for no reason.

"Very likely." Alexa nodded. "I tried interrogating the dead but they couldn't recall anything, strongly hinting their actions weren't their own. For this, I created a Kemet tiara made from pure gold washed in ghost tears against mind control."

"Resistance?" Saakali liked the idea of a golden tiara. Already her cute tail wagged, Alexa smiling.

"Yes. I know you Anubis like the golden tiaras with snakes. This will protect you from several attempts but will alert your presence to the caster. I need you to gather a coterie of best mamono, NO humans. The spell strength to control mamono and human are separate, this will give your henchwomen time to react. Fast ones, Valkyries, Manticores, Dragons and the like. Can you do it tonight?"

The Anubis saluted the Ghost woman with gusto.

"Hai!"

*-*-*-*

I hope lady Alexa lingers. The boy was in love with her. He will mourn if she transcends.

It's time for me to patrol Reikshold with my airborne mamono so nothing bad happens. I'll start with the lowest parts of society. Starting with human slaves and servants, particularly working in farms, brothels and sperm milkeries. Partly to console and calm as much as possible, partly to what we fear.

If someone casts a mind control spell...I don't want to write about it. I am given the grim permission to kill humans in self defence. For this, I memorized as many sleep spells as possible.

I can't do it. I can't kill my boytoy. I sent him to the port, sailing him to a home ran by Kemet delegates to wait for me.

I'll be back for him.

*-*-*-*

That day later in a warm building in the outskirts of the city.

The night time was lively in the Reik. After all, night time mamono were just as lustful and active.

The Anubis gulped hard before knocking the door, which was opened by a polite pair of an Arachne and a dark elf.

"Can we help you?"

"Hello, is this the Dark Elf Volanta's essence farm?"

The two women nodded warily, eyeing the police Anubis with squinted eyes, one on her arachnid legs, another, delicate dark elven high heels. "We operate legally. Is this a health check on slaves? Because we were visited and I proved that they are quite comfortably housed..."

The Anubis shook her head, dressed in her police armor which clearly made them worry. "No, I have to ask a few questions concerning a few things. Have any of your men had headaches and dizziness other than orgasms?"

The Arachne ruffled her own silvery hair with her sharp hands, and blinked at the Dark Elf, who, in a sleepy stare, shrugged and pursed her beautiful lips.

"Wait, let's talk inside. Come in please..." The Arachne waved the Anubis in police uniform.

Inside, the Anubis smelled the scent of food and sex, entering a spacious hall with naked succubi girls carried bottles with gleaming milky substances to magical distilleries which hummed with energy, their plump large breasts swinging with every steps, with moans and giggles coming from stalls next door. All the succubi snuggled with boys and men, jerking their engorged cocks into sperm bottles.

The stall gave only moans and soft jerking sounds. Saakali clearly knew what happened inside. Laughter and small talk echoed as men moaned, screamed, and ejaculated happily.

She was seated on a comfy chair as the dark elf and the Arachne sat across the table, the gagged succubi softly jerking off the humans housed in rooms and filling the bottles with sperm as if they were milking cows, rows of naked men suspended with ropes, hogtied. One succubus massaged a man's ass, her gloved middle finger gently probing his asshole and massaging her prostate as her other hand jerked him in a bottle.

"Relax..." The succubus giggled, filling the bottle. The dark elf chuckled and shouted at her:

"Oi! Leave my husband's ass alone! Now...What seems to be the problem?" She turned to the officer.
"Look, I do not like that trade but, i'll be straight. As much as I have a distaste for it, I cannot interfere with your sperm milking business, but I have to ask you to stop for the day and use drugs or magic to put all humans to a sleep no less than twelve hours as soon as possible." She spoke with authority, her jeweled tiara connected to airborne mamono gliding over the building and scanning the city for activities. The Dark Elf blinked.

"Why?"

Saakali replied. "There is a series of murders happening across the city, and all of them are done by humans."

It was the Dark Elf's turn to retort. "My slaves are docile, my six husbands being half of them, and many are quite happy. I do not fear a rebellion from my own family, I love them... Put a whole operation to sleep? That will wreck my profits." The Anubis shook her head, paws feeling the soft leather on the armchairs.

"I want it only for one day, and yourselves put to sleep as well. We are suspecting fel magic to mind control individuals capable of harming. I have to confiscate any sharp items capable of drawing blood."

"Why?" The arachne replied with carefully measured coldness.

"Because this place is where many humans are stocked together, and since I do not have the funds to buy them from you, I have to apply my authority to protect high-risk zones. Agrat fears a Maou insurrection and ten blood murders happened inside the city. We cannot risk more."

Both sides glared at each other. One feared loss of profits, the other death.

After an eternity, the dark elf carefully replied:

"I will be compensated the day's production."

"Fine."

Greedy bitch.

*-*-*-*

Anubis left the building as sighs ended, Succubi flew away in sullen silence. The building went very quiet after that as sleep spells echoed across the halls in quiet hums.

One down, many to go. Otep better hurry, Saakali smelled trouble. When she entered a dark alley to pass a brothel, her Ma'at staff glowed, her tiara giving vibrations.

The brothel, a pink building with three stories, gave away foul magical emanations.

"What the?"

The Brothel in front of her looked peaceful, happy and filled with music. Still...she decided to enter, waving to the sky to call a Manticore Girl to her side.

"Watch my back." She knocked on the Brothel's door, a naked white elf opening the door, inside full of music and sex as men and girls, human and monster, were entwined in happy sex. A naked dark elf was poledancing, her toned ass grasping the pole as coins rained on her hands, the black little slut turning around the pole like a maypole ornament.

"Can we help you, officer?" The elf smiled, sweaty, her ass drenched in cum. "Sorry I'm still sore. Tee hee! Came to see the poledance? It's the Vampire Night, we just had a delegation visiting for entertainment."

Upstairs, Saakali sensed danger.

"Wait...did you say vampires? Why aren't they in the castle as they said?"

The naked light elf wearing an iron collar wiped her ass clean and shrugged, her collar engraved with the words "MOEBLOB". Her big white ears wiggled.

"Beats me. They spent good money for a private show upstairs though, I don't know why they asked for virgins though...They paid in gold bars, so much the Brothel's slaves will be technically free come tomorrow..."

"Who?" Saakali asked her.

"Some male vampire, and his protege, a cute little Castillan vampire girl."

Saakali's blood froze, her paw going to her Tiara.

Monçada was the traitor in plain sight. A lucky find, maybe they were not late.

"Airborne. Second window, on me, forced entry. NOW!"

The light elf's eyes grew when Saakali jumped on her, pinning her down with her paws.

"GET DOWN! THIS IS A RAID! REIKSPOLIZEI!"

Screams erupted as patrons and girls scattered amongst explosions, spells, and crashing glass.

"UPSTAIRS!" Saakali stood up, drew her Anubis sword, a curved Kopesh blade, and charged through the doors, screaming to her Tiara as she started hacking her way to the wooden door, splintering wood across the building.

"Alert the castle. Blood Ritual commencing, extreme resistance imminent! Elf's Ears Brothel, 31st street, bring anti-magic soldiers! CODE APOPHIS! CODE APOPHIS!"

She was a little deputy Anubis, her heart racing with fear.

She was no match for an elder vampire predating Maou itself. Yet it was do or die, and for all her inexperience, Saakali was ready to fight and die.

"Saakali! Step aside!"

Her manticore guard, a huge monster girl, pulled back, and charged with a shoulder to the door, screaming.

What she saw would chill her to her bones in the days to come...

*-*-*-*

"This party is bad business."

Otep meditated in the library, secluded amongst Kemet books. She tried to read the hearts of the castle, her indigo seed wine trickling to the kegs. Sibel and Ulfric slept in the bedroom next to her, too weak to protect, settling for a lizardwoman guard on watch.

Still it was not enough. Then it dawned on her:

Virginity was nonexistent in Reikshold, save for new generation of human slaves growing up. Same slaves that asked for unconditional freedom and many times protested in less liberal cities of the Reik. These were men and women of fighting age. And not all supported freedom. Some human boys and girls *loved* slavery, and eagerly awaited their loss of virginity in gentle, dominating hands and between legs of gentle monster girls. And some monster girls were still virgins, policing the riots.

And the latest protests read happening in a shape roughly resembling the points of a pentagram, the locus being the castle itself.

What if...

"Oh Gods..." Otep's eyes glowed. "Horus-Ra, NO!"

She saw visions of street riots with blood drawn. Loyalist slaves and Rebel slaves killing each other as blood filled the streets, and the city shook.

Her eyes snapped open, standing up from her meditation.

"OH GODS! MAOU WILL INITIATE A CIVIL WAR! GUARD!"

The lizardgirl guarding her meditation circle slumped to the floor, her head rolling away, eyes open in death. Otep screamed in horror, as jaded as she was.

"Sakri! NO!"

She was beheaded.

A crash to her left made her jump, three draconic claws locked in her throat.

"Clever puppy."

A scarred dragon girl's face was facing her own.

"KARTARIRY-urk"

It was the four armed dragon woman Kartarirya who had escaped, jumping through the window to strangle her as Otep punched her face in desperation.

"Now it's just you and me, Jackal Bitch! Die!"

Last thing Otep saw was a long tulwar plunging deep into her heart, as her spine went cold. Not satisfied, Kartarirya snapped her neck like a twig, laughing evilly, and clawed her head off, tossing it across the room in an afterthought. It was all darkness and silence, death claiming her.

Otep was dead, eyes open in horror in her beheaded body.

Already screams erupted from the city, as fighting exploded all around the palace, Kartarirya screaming in murderous glee and laughing.

"KALI MA! KALI MA! TAKE THIS JACKAL'S BLOOD! TAKE THIS LIZARD'S BLOOD!" She screamed, four arms in supplication before the two dead monster girls. "MAOU ASCENDANT!"

"BLOOD FOR KALI MA! BLOOD FOR MAOU! BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GODS! LET THE WORLD BURN!"

In the Hall of Ghosts, Alexa's eyes froze as she listened to the music which suddenly stopped.

Something horrible had happened.

"Necromancers! Liche! TO ME!" She burst from her chair, floating to the library.

*-*-*-*

CHAPTER 4: Vampires, Dragons and Retribution.

Kartarirya, the four armed draconic villainess chuckled, watching the dead Anubis' corpse, her foot on the bloody head.

"Your fake paradise burns, bitch. All shall it be as it was: no mercy for slaves and the weak."

Her body felt on fire, viciously feeling the dark energies coalescing from the disrupted ritual. The Anubis died, and her friends would follow. Maou would return, rewarding her with eternal life and power, slaves and wealth.

That would wait, however.

A hiss and a magical hum knocked her off her feet, slamming her against the wall. A barrage of magic missiles slammed on her back as she gloated, knocking her face first into a wall. An enraged female voice rang in her head.

"WHAT.HAVE.YOU.DOOOOOOOOOONE!"

Ears ringing, Kartarirya turned around slowly, seeing two human tower at the entrance. A massive, bearded Ulmic human male wearing a giant axe, a full plate armor and a winged helmet, accompanied by a slender, wavy-haired human woman in a mage's golden robes screamed with rage. Sibel saw the beheaded lizardgirl, who had been a friend as she recovered to her, and the poor little Otep, beheaded and tortured obviously.

"YOU FUCKING MONSTER!"

Her tearful screams shook the castle, rousing more guards. Kartarirya laughed evilly as she drew three more swords, and took a fighting stance, her tail and wings stretched outwards.

"You mean Otep? She is dead. As will you soon be."

Ulfric looked silent, shuddering. Then Kartarirya noticed that he had been eating mushrooms from the purple tinge on his lips. Berserkrgang mushrooms put humans to an animalistic rage.

"Good. I was getting bored."

Gurgling wordlessly, and letting out a scream enough to raise the dead, the human male raised her axe, leaping at her with full force.

Roaring like a lion, he lowered his massive axe with bestial fury, Kartarirya's four tulwars raised to block it. Even then, it was not enough. Screaming like a madman, he hewed and swung, repeatedly raining thunderous strikes to stun the dragon monster, axe raised and lowered like a hammer, until Kartarirya gave ground and was thrown back again. She crashed against a rack of expensive books, paper flying everywhere. A lightning bolt tore into her body with full force, screaming in pain but not letting her tulwars go as she shook with lightning.

Sibel's teary eyes blazed with rage, desperately chanting and her hands signifying a protection shield when Kartarirya drew a huge breath, and spewing a gigantic torrent of fire, nearly incinerating Ulfric and shielded by a coruscating dome of water.

Around them, crackles signified that the library started to burn, the building starting to catch fire. Kartarirya kept breathing fire, and tossed a rack of books at Ulfric with a kick. The bookcase slammed on Ulfric, knocking him out to the ground, but he leapt back to his feet with a foaming mouth and a roar.

Screaming wordlessly, Ulfric charged again, rolling down and sliding under the swiping dragonbreath and swinging his gigantic axe in a wide arc. Two tulwars blocked the swing, another pair swung to decapitate him in perfect accord.

Not today.

Ulfric's helmet and gorget blocked the blows, both shattering from the sheer force of the dragon woman's blow. Laughing, Kartarirya swung again with a twirl of her beautiful, naked body, all four blades landing on Ulfric's neck like a whirlwind.

He raised his axe, catching three blows and locking them on the curved blade, the four landing on his neck with enough force to decapitate him.

Except he bit down, catching the fourth sword between his teeth like a growling animal.

"What the-"

Kartarirya gasped in terror for the first time in her life.

Lesson One: Berserkrgang infected men are immune to pain, with regenerating teeth and bone structure, are immune to interior bleeding.

"Mmrrbbbglllll!" Ulfric, mouth foaming, kept clenching his teeth, and pressed forward to impale Kartarirya on his axe, or her own swords if she didn't let go.

He roared, and screamed, until a sound like glass breaking shattered the weapon between his teeth.

"NO!"

Kartarirya screamed in protest when another rain of magic missiles shook her bones, burning holes in her flesh. Kicking Ulfric between his legs, her dragon claw didn't even scratch his full plate armor. She swung her tail to disorient him, perfectly landing a blow on his ear.

Lesson Two: Berserkrgang drugs did block disorientation in the ear canal.

Learned too late, Kartarirya screamed in pain, earning her price for the lessons.

Ulfric swung up and down, severing her tail in the middle, before raising the axe far too fast for a human, and landing another blow on her chest. Barely blocking with her three swords, She clasped her free hand in a fist, summoning her regeneration spell to gain time. Already her tail was growing back with a crackle...

Lesson Three: The Hero Hieracles used fire to kill the oldest Hydra to block its regeneration.

Sibel had not been idle. Praying to Umay Ana of the Turanic Pantheon, she blew on the library. A blue wind coalesced from her lips, engulfing the dragon woman with her own kindling, as books all around them blazed in an inferno. The fire cauterized her half-tail with a horrific pain shooting across the four armed dragon-woman's body in a scream...

Lesson Four: Never try blocking an axe with an arm in panic, especially wielded by a 250-pound raging man.

Ulfric screamed, chopping up and down again. Kartarirya's fourth arm fell off with a sickening crunch, and burning books and winds shut off the nerves and blood vessels, sealing her arm against regeneration. Her cockiness gone, Kartarirya let out a primal shriek, falling on her ass and rolling off, attempting to escape through the window with a dash, pain filling her nerves.

Lesson Five: Outstretched wings get stuck.

Running through bookcases with an insane man on drugs and a furious Seljuk woman raining magic spells on her, Kartarirya threw off her swords, and ran like a coward, diving to the window.

A jerk and a horrible pain on her back signaled her outstretched wings getting stuck between collapsing bookshelves on fire. A foot away from the window, the crying, desperate dragon woman saw the perfect reflection of two humans towering over her as the fire and smoke turned the window into a mirror.

A foaming, enraged human man and a furious, glaring human woman raised their hands, staff and axe, over her pinned wings, and two upper arms raised in supplication.

There was no mercy in their eyes.

Kartarirya screamed until her lungs bled, her wings getting chopped off, and finally, vomited from pain. Closing her eyes, she tossed herself out of the window, three arms, wings, and tail cut off, a miserable little stump, and felt the endless fall from the top of the castle.

She turned, her brain froze in timeless pain, mouth spewing vomit and blood to the sky as she fell, and fell.

A wet squish on a spiked garden wall ended her wall, now very much dead, impaled through her brain, neck, spine, body, and belly, over the palace battlements like a grisly trophy. Her soul felt the tug of Maou, and her Dark Dharmic Gods, pulling her soul into Neraka.

Hell.

For all eternity.

*-*-*-*

"No, no no no no nononono NO!"

Sibel screamed, crying her eyes off hugging the headless lizardgirl.

"SAKRI!"

She had been her first monster friend, and a bedside friend as she slept. She had been a loyal soldier, protecting the Reik's servile humans and monsters with no discrimination. And now she was a blooded stump, her lifeless head staring to the burning ceiling.

"OTEP!"

Ulfric was coming to his senses, beautiful blue eyes of his showing not only horror, but tears as well.

They say men don't cry.

Fuck them.

Ulfric cried that day, seeing their savior a blooded stump on a ritual circle.

Ulfric hugged the mutilated Jackal's fluffy body, crying when he saw the Jackal's girl separated head.

"NO!"

"GOD, NO!" Sibel and Ulfric were crying as if they were mourning their own mother butchered, their own children were killed in front of them... Ignoring the flames around them, they sobbed, crying...

Then the flames started dying out, with hums of undead appearing all around them. Sibel blinked in tears, incredulous at what she saw, the woman she once knew as a ghost, surrounded by several ghost girls, and a blonde Valkyr hovering on wings.

"WHAT HAPPENED HERE!"

"A-alexa? You are..."

"Sibel?" The ghostly woman blinked.

"How are you alive!" The Seljuk woman blinked amongst tears.

"Too much to explain for now. Carry the dead."

*-*-*-*

The undead party appeared all around them, surrounded by dying flames as the chill of death cooled the fires, shimmering girls extinguishing the blazes, some of them floating to rearrange what books remained. All around them, crying humans and monsters assessed the damage, claws, wings, hands, feet working to put out fires and remove broken glasses in panic.

Sibel was traumatized, eyes frozen in tears when Sakri's body was wheeled away by diligent Anubises, praying for the dead, along with Otep. Both bodies were dressed in shrouds, heads attached by weeping Anubises who sewed the heads to their necks, praying with their fluffy paws over the bodies.

A saluting, wounded Lizard woman, her armor full of arrows and cuts, stood before Agrat, who was dressed in a gigantic magical armor, the entire castle armed and panicking. All fun and joy had ended, human slaves removing all restraints and hiding the noncombatants in the barracks, some even arming themselves, willing to defend their mistress' paradise.

"Report." Agrat's voice was emotionless.

"Mistress Empress...The city is in an uproar. Half of humans are fighing the other half, and our guards. Their eyes are red, showing mental compulsion. Death toll..."

The lizardwoman sobbed, falling to her knees.

"Speak!" Agrat barked.

"GODDESS I DON'T KNOW! IT'S TOO MUCH!" Her mouth with saliva, the lizardgirl cried and sobbed, collapsing. "TOO MANY ARE DEAD! TOO MANY!"

"IS IT CONTAINED?" Agrat bellowed as the lizardgirl cried, but nodded.

"Somehow they stopped. Everyone is crying so badly. So many...It stopped when a brothel burned to the ground..."

Agrat sighed, tears of blood appearing on her beautiful cheeks. Sighing, she composed herself and turned to the crowd.

"Now is not the time to mourn! Assemble defenses, and release everyone that can wield a weapon, slave, freedwoman, freedman, monstergirl slave, monstergirl free. EVERYONE is to be armed and granted absolute freedom. Target everyone with red eyes. Alexa..."

Sibel blinked.

"Can anything be done for them?"

The ghostly woman thought deep, floating over Otep's closed eyes, her pretty face, her jackal ears and touched her paws.

"She is of Kemet faith. I am a necromancer. Sakri...maybe, as a Dracolich fledgling if her soul can handle the mana storm. Otep..."

Alexa's voice broke.

"...no. Otep is dead, and we cannot bring her back."

Sibel sobbed like a mother who had lost her child. Ulfric as well. Sobs erupted from the castle, even the lowliest slave had seen Otep as a gentle protector in her short time around the keep. Now Otep had died, and the struggle was in danger. What would they do?

Everywhere sobs wracked the air.

They had lost a hero that day.

"No..."

*-*-*-*

"...Yes."

A weary voice rang behind them.

An angry glare of an Anubis, and her stylish Kemet Medjai armor bloodied and mangled filled their vision as Saakali stepped forward, having just arrived from the burning ruins of a building, judging from her burnt fur and mangled face. She glared at the throng, like an angry little pup of vengeance, a fluffy Jackal of War.

She was mutilated beyond measure.

A bloody kopesh sword hung in one paw, and two bloodied heads in her other, most definitely the heads of two vampires. Her face was scarred, wounded, rent, burned by magic, one ear clipped at the tip like a puppy, her tail a tiny, fluffy stub, a deep gash reaching across her hip signifying her tail was clawed off.

Her one eye was gouged out, an eyepatch with a deep scar across her eyesocket added to her menace.

She barked in fury:

"I SEE A COTERIE OF BITCHES BEFORE ME! THE FUCK HAPPENED TO YOU! DID YOUR BALLS DROP OFF?!"
Behind her stood wounded monster women, all embattled, and in varying levels of mutilation.

"WHILE YOU WERE BUSY FUCKING, I BURNED A BROTHEL FULL OF VAMPIRES!" She tossed two heads before them.

Lucita de Aragon and Monçada, two most infamous vampires of the Reik, were proven to be traitors. Saakali had torn their heads off, and marched back to the keep without assistance. Everyone stared at her as if she was a horror.

"Otep died didn't she?" Her face was without emotion, although her one good eye now was misty. "Here." She tossed to head to Alexa. "Bring her back. Vampire blood is Sekhmet's domain, you can use it. Two of these fuckers are a millenium old, there should be enough magic left in'em..."

Nodding, the shimmering Ghost of Alexa picked up the still twitching vampire heads, and floated towards Otep's corpse.

*-*-*-*

Silence.

Endless space, dust of the universe around her. A little fetal position of a jackal girl floated before the sun.

Endless space was full of dust.

The little fetal jackal girl rose to her feet, settled on a shimmering dust cloud, and rubbed her eyes with her paws. Blinking in innocence, she stared at the sun in wonder.

The sun was the face of a kindly Kemet man to her.

"Ra?" The little jackal yipped.

...

DAUGHTER.

...

The jackal barked, jumping in fear.

...

DAUGHTER PSYCHOPOMP.

...

The jackal blinked. "Ra?"

YES DAUGHTER.

The universe reverberated with the mighty Sun God's decree.

DAUGHTER. YOU ARE NEEDED.

The voice was male, powerful and deep.

Otep realized what happened.

"Kartarirya killed me."

Before her stood the Sun itself. Its visage was of a well-built brown skinned man with the head of an eagle.

YES.

The universe buzzed on, planets and stars dancing in Creation's music.

"So...is this the end?" Otep whimpered like a jackal puppy.

...

Silence.

NO.

Otep blinked in wonder, and gazed towards the sun.

SHE OF GHOSTS IS BRINGING YOU BACK. GEB AND NUT NEEDS YOU. THE WORLD NEEDS YOU.

Otep felt fear and regret. "But Lord, the price to pay for a Resurrection is someone else's life..." She did not want to come back from death with a sacrifice.

THE PRICE OF BLOOD IS PAID. DO NOT WORRY, TWO EVIL ONES PAID THE PRICE.

She felt like being pulled towards Dunia.

RETURN TO LIFE, DAUGHTER OF DEATH AND JUDGEMENT.

Otep felt power surging across her limbs.

RETURN, AND JUDGE THEM AS I JUDGE ALL LIFE.

Otep's tail wagged, eyes teary with joy, bowing before the Sun.

"Thy will be done, lord."

She felt like falling, burning-

*-*-*-*

A sign of an Ankh gleamed over the Anubis' corpse, embalmed, and wounds and neck mummified.

"GASP!"

Otep's eyes opened, drawing a frenzied breath.

Screams of joy and exultation boomed around her as the sun burned her eyes. Looking around, she saw tearful Sibel, joyful Ulfric, and Sakri somehow back from dead like herself...

She was changed. Not for the good.

Sakri looked pale, gray-blue, with skeletal wings protruding from her back, her eyes bluish, magic blazing in her hands, face almost drawn to her bones. She was sitting away, lectured by a Liche woman with gestures of magic, flanked by ghost girls dressing her undead body in balms, bandages, and a leather armor.

A Dracolich. So be it.

What mattered is everyone, more or less, clung to life for now.

Otep's body was more or less intact, except her neck and some of her body mummified. Her body was alive and fresh, but wounded. When she looked at Saakali, her heart sank.

"You look like shit, deputy."

Saakali, to her surprised, wasn't offended by her gaffe.

"Well, humans won't hit on me as much now eh?" It was as if she had matured in a day. "Welcome back to the land of the living, High-Commissar Otep. Promotion's in the bag." She tossed her a necklace made of vampire teeth with a scroll from the Pharaoh.

"I'm the Sergeant now."

*-*-*-*

I live.

Weeks of healing barely healed my wounds, months of meditation, baths and cures barely healing my limbs.

I don't know if it can be called living.

My tail, eye and eartip's gone, and I look like a scarred jackal. Surely my boytoy won't love me when I get back. Can I blame them? Boys want pretty girls, and I'm a scarred wardog now.

Reikshold is battered, damaged, but we survived. Our Capital's in flames, and from what I heard, humans' capital is damaged as well.

All around us the world is aflame again. Pity the young ones born today don't know what happened back then.

Here is what happened to my dear Reader:

50 years ago, Humans and Monsters had made peace when Theophilos killed off Maou after years of horror and slavery. A slave in the Spider Clan Dark Elves' pit, he was a traumatized boy accidentally learning blood magic, and destroyed the dark elves. Adopted as a war orphan, he was drilled as a soldier by humans, and had killed Maou in single combat, vanishing from all records at the end of the battle.

10 years later, he killed him, again, with full force, and pulverized him with a gigantic spell of sacrifice, literally WISHING him eradicated, fueled by 10000 willing sacrifices. They sealed the world with a giant ruby made from a mountain of innocent blood.

Two World Wars ensured worldwide peace, and a gradual decline in death and evil, slavery declining and reformed into well-treatment and gradual abolishment, as well as increased health for flora and fauna, and the sentient races being blessed with supernatural luck.

The spell is partially broken.

Inside Crystal Mountain, evil takes its form.

Maou is reformed, with two bodies now. Dai Oni are of two parts, spirit and flesh which can be separated by damage. His body is buried in the World Seal, in a Crystal Mountain of Ruby, while his spectral form is sensed alive by our Liche and Ghost guards, marching to unite with his body to be a Blood God.

Even now, battle plans are drawn, and lines form to stop it.

Apparently Maou emerged from the Mount Fuji, with millions of dead and demons pouring and rallying to him all around the world, tearing a chunk out of Zipangu and literally bridging west towards the mainland, devouring men and monstergirls alike who didn't join them. The news are too horrible to write here.

Lescatie's surviving leaders arrived last week for a full and complete Alliance against the Maou's now-reformed army, calling themselves the Black Horde. We get reports of demons, Drow, and disgusting monstrosities forming a Rapine Storm towards the west, rampaging from Zipangu, through Zhong Guo and to the Western shores, aiming to bisect the world in two. The army is moving fast, black Nightmare horses, Blood Dragons shaped by death, and hordes of evil monster girls and monster males conjured from the dead. The Jade Empress even reported they punched straight through the Great Wall and poured through the Taklamakan desert, eating their dead and humans they carried for nourishment.

Bactria-Afghani is overrun. Humans are fleeing back in hordes to Lescatie, Frankia and all around Ermorea in panic. Bharat peninsula is in full lockdown, its border a similar series of fortresses like Zhong Guo desperately holding back cannibalistic hordes of demon horsemen and women at bay. No help from the Hindi, worse, two of their Gods declared support for Maou.

Shiva and Kali-Ma are on Maou's camp, three Gods versus the world in a hellish Triumvirate. Bharat is in full civil war with no help coming.

Otep is reborn, as a mummy-Anubis, alive, and well. She is combing through the world before the horde comes knocking to discover clues to stop him. She is always the detective.

Lescatian wizards, in payment for unconditional freedom for all slave humans in the Reik, are collaborating with Reik wizards for a superweapon. Alexa said the weapon is about hurling chunks from the Moon towards the surface, literally pulverizing the Black Horde if need be, as well as summoning comets and rocks from heaven.

I fear the weapon will reduce Dunia into dust. But then...

We had a good life. Death is preferable to slavery to power.

For fifty years, we loved, procreated, had sex and peace, lust and love, everyone more or less happy. The World Wars were over. Even the Reik's slaves were happy, us using humanity's excess for our pleasure and mutual joy.

If we fail, may we all stand dead before Amon-Ra in judgement as failures, rather than as slaves to a merciless God.

My heart is light as a feather writing this. Maou must be stopped. Scouts say Maou is bound to hit Ermorea in three months latest. In six months total, the world's fate will be decided. Love and joy, or death and pain.

Three Months we have.

Saakali, Sergeant Anubis.

*-*-*-*

Three Months Later.

Ermorea was ablaze in a feverish effort. All around, three months non-stop, human and monsters hunted down infernalists and rogue monster lairs using humans as food and abused slaves. Nearly all of them showed sacrifical rites.

Saakali wrote in hellish speed, blazing through paperwork as Otep trundled to Reikshold's repaired library as ghosts and Hakutaku recorded books.

"How did you do it?"

"Eh?"

Otep was pouring over a tome, paws marking runes and map spots. "How did you kill two fucking elder vampires and brought me back to life? Granted, it's amazing but..."

Saakali looked up. Her body had healed, her eye had not. The eyepatch stood, her tail slowly growing back.

"Your "friend" helped me."

"Who?"

"What's the worst rival of a vampire short of sun?"

That rang a bell. Otep perked up.

"That Afrikan werewolf..."

Saakali kept writing. "You see, it happened like this..."

*-*-*-*

Three months earlier.

Suddenly, a roar echoed across the city as the brothel burst into flames, unseen firebombs exploding on the roof with shrapnel. The monstergirls flying overhead were raked with the metal shards, some plummeting to their deaths even as reinforcements flew all around the city. In moments, airborne mamono slammed through the windows, securing rooms full of terrified patrons and kicking down doors with paws and claws.

"REIKSPOLIZEI! WHERE IS THE VAMPIRE!"

That's when Otep's assistant, the Manticore named Mushakis burst through the VIP door, special police monster girls piling behind them with muskets and shotbows.

"By the Gods..." Saakali shrieked, eyes open in horror.

It was an abattoir best not spoken of.

"Welcome children."

An old male voice burbled from the bed, a vampire male sitting on it. He was dressed like a Lescatian Priest, even wore the cross as a mockery, but was quite spry, hummed with power and evil. All around her, poor girls lay pale and dead, with not a drop of blood around, but plenty of broken furniture.

On his lap sat a young, black haired vampire girl, Lucita by the looks of it, smiling as her hips moved on the Dark Father's lap, eyes closed in extasy. A pale Castillan beauty, she was dressed like a small child in a disgusting ageplay, her hair in girlish pigtails even when she was a quite mature, lovely dark woman.

Saakali vomited.

"Oh do not be offended child, sex and blood often goes hand in hand in my kind. Do I offend you? Oh my...Lucita, thy hips are most supple, like the day I took you..." He grunted, straining in pleasure. "How long has it been? How old were you back then?"

Saakali looked in horror, washing her mouth with her canteen as monster girl policewomen aimed at the couple on the bed.

"Children...If you mourn these poor girls, do not." The evil mockery of a priest intoned. "Soon they will rise in eternal life as we feast on humanity and-"

Saakali spoke a single word, eyes steely, heart thumping in her chest.

"Fire."

Lesson One: Do not boast if you are a villain in front of a firing squad, even if you are a millenium old vampire. Especially if the enemy knows what to use.

Muskets and shotbows blazed in a hellish chorus, bullets exploding with holy water icicles, bolts laden with mercury lining the gopher wood frames.

Horrible hissing intensified, as both vampires slammed back against the wall with a shriek, bodies riddled with anti-vampiric rounds eating at their flesh.

"RELOAD! DO NOT APPROACH!"

Saakali's eyes burned with renewed purpose.

"Oh.. ha...hahahahah!"

"HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAH!"

Both vampire cackled madly as their wounds started to close, eldritch powers protecting them.

"OH GOD, I DIDN'T HAVE FUN LIKE THIS FOR A CENTURY!" Monçada laughed, his old, chubby frame healing and rejuvenating, the old man floating towards them.

"Let's show them daddy!" The vampire girl, Lucita, in all her black,haired, black eyed gothic beauty giggled like a child even as she looked quite grown, yet dressed like a young girl. "I WANT TO FUCK THAT LITTLE PUPPY WITH HER STAFF AS I DRINK HER THROAT!"

All nobility was gone from both vampires, a change from their once-regal attitude.

Outside, voices of anger blazed, as streets were erupting in clashes between innocents under mind control.

"It starts child. Drop these little weapons and I will forget this little fight. Join us, and I will give each of you whole cities to govern. Kill, spare, treat the human cattle well, I will not interfere." He smiled, even his cassock forming in a menacing beauty, his body forming to that of a young, handsome man. His face was beautiful, eyes compelling them to listen.

"See? Maou turns me young, beautiful, immortal. All I want is our supremacy back again. All monsters have a right to live even if it kills humans. FOR EXAMPLE, I mean, why are Arachne forbidden from laying eggs in human women lethally? Arachne are born stronger if the babies can eat the human woman from the inside, a necessary sacrifice mind you, the human not even feeling a thing from sheer love. Today there are rules, non-lethal oviposition, even...artifical incubation..."

"You sick fuck." Saakali growled, barking subconsciously.

"There is beauty in death, pup. You, an Anubis can see that."

"And there is greater beauty in life and mercy." Saakali stood proud, kopesh sword in one hand, her Ma'at staff in the other. "We coexist. We do not predate anymore."

"Roper? Mindflayer? Sea Anemone?" Monçada smiled.

"Predatory Mamono are to be exterminated unless they learn to adapt and avoid lethality." Saakali smirked, waving her kopesh about in a menacing arc.

"So genocide it is...even if it means some humans die anyway? You would disrupt the natural order of the world? Not send a human or two to be eaten by poor Roper or Anemone?"

"Predators of Men are Vermin, so it is declared by Agrat's command." Saakali spat.

"Rich words, you dare judge the matters of life and death?" Monçada grinned, hands shaping into protean claws. Seething in righteous fury, Saakali roared an insult fitting for a vampire and charged, Lucita baring her fangs with a hiss and preparing to jump on her.

"I AM ANUBIS, I JUDGE THE DEAD!"

"Come at me!" Monçada roared in an otherworldly voice, Lucita jumping with preternatural speed to pin down Saakali. Even she could not stop a jumping vampire, her throat open for Lucita's fangs.

Lesson Two: Do not try pinning down one assailant when the rest can...well...do things...

Just when Lucita jumped on Saakali, she was blown back by another rain of bullets and bolts. Too much for her frame, Lucita looked in horror as her body was torn apart, and finally, turned to an unmoving, burnt husk in Final Death, an unceremonious, ignoble end at the end of modern firearms.

It stopped Saakali to gawk at the burning vampire, Monçada shrugging in arrogance.

"Heh. Was getting tired of her ass."

"RRAAAAGH!"

Saakali charged Monçada, again, barking like a dog as she leapt on him even though her face was human. Claws met kopesh and staff, fangs flashed, Jackal and Vampire, locked in a battle for the dead.

*-*-*-*

Outside, sounds of murder and horror grew. Saakali knew she was in trouble when Monçada snapped her kopesh like a twig and tried to pry her staff away, almost tearing her arms off. He was freak strong, swinging he around like a doll when Saakali desperately clung to the Ma'at staff and laughed. Panicked, she prayed in garbled Kemet to bless the staff to stop the vampire from slamming her to a wall.

The words came out correct, if barely. The golden staff burned, Monçada's claws hissing in holy fire as she freed herself, and pulled back to pray.

"FAITH, SHIELD US!"

Glowing Ankhs appeared in a circle...

...not around her. Realizing she couldn't harm him much, she shielded the exit, where her friends stood in a circle so they could shoot the beast down as mamono desperately reloaded their weapons. Monçada smirked, intending to finish her off when she was busy praying.

"Typical altruist. Now you are exposed."

He was a millenium old vampire, and too fast, too strong for Saakali. Grabbing her with a flick of his hand, he pulled the struggling little poor Anubis in a hug, and opened his mouth, shielding himself with Saakali in his arms.

"Lay down your weapons, girls, and I will employ you in my army. I *may* forgive this much."

The girls hesitated.

"Do not push me. I will rip your little jackal's throat and drink her dry." His eyes glowed menacingly when the girls slowed down...the mind control started to take hold, as Saakali whimpered in horror, Monçada with his handsome face smiling.

"Lay down, and I will spare her, and you."

The mamono started to lay down their arms, eyes starting to glow pink.

"That's it...Why fight me? Now, come to me, I need to talk to you." The girls slowly advanced.

"D-dont!" Saakali whimpered, ribs about to snap as she struggled in the vampire's arms.

Monçada smiled, slowly waving the enthralled monster girls close, in moments he would embrace them all as vampiric fiends. Saakali struggled, no match for an ancient vampire. She panicked, praying to her Gods...

That was when another crash signaled her rescue.

A howl tore through the night, a black werewolf girl flying through the rooftops and crashing towards the entwined pair. A maddened werewolf with a transformed face tore with frenzy to the vampire's ancient flesh, fangs and claws blazing with fury as they dove into ancient flesh, furious young fur against wizened false youth.

Sheba, the Afrikan werewolf had come to kill a vampire tonight.

Saakali rolled free, as the streets suddenly went silent, the vampire no longer able to keep the compulsion on the crowds with a raging black girl with fangs and paws ripping him apart.

"SAAKALI! SWORD!"

Two kopesh swords were thrown at her by two Anubis policewomen who didn't need them, using muskets instead. Leaping high, Saakali snatched them, and blocked a shadowy claw from Monçada with a flourish.

Monçada faced now two enraged canines, and a fusillade of bolts and bullets.

"FIRE!"

Another rain of bullets tore at him, revealing a true form of sorts. Flesh fell apart, revealing his one half as a strange, quivering, living shadow, shaped like a man, but not a man. Growling, Monçada swung his claw and knocked Saakali to a wall before focusing on Sheba, fang versus claw, wolf versus bat, in mortal combat. Screaming beasts tore the building apart, walls splintered and windows flew off as screams, blows, punches and musket shots engulfed the air until it was impossible to hear anything else.

Saakali barked in rage, like a dog, and charged in as a mental voice filled the room.

"Ha! Did you just bark? You are always an animal!"

Saakali started screaming as she started whirling with the twin curved kopesh blazing, the shining swords starting to rend the vampire's mortal flesh, as Sheba grappled with his shadow arm, the claws scratching her dusky flesh. Praying to the Wind Goddess, she started whirling like a dervish with her twin kopesh, tearing chunks of steaming vampire body, combined with Sheba's rending claws desperately struggling with Monçada's living shadow.
The vampire slid away, swinging a shadow claw at Saakali, which evaporated harmlessly when her twin kopesh sliced it off the wrist.

Another barrage of shots blew his human body entirely apart...only to be replaced by a black, black, humanoid figure, with hundreds of arms, claws, appendages and blades. The monster girl raiding party whimpered in terror as another, louder voice echoed.

"NOW WATCH MY TRUE FORM! LEVIATHAN!" The scream shook the girls' brains, rending claws raining on them like a Goblin lawn mower. Saakali screamed in pain, claws ripping out her one eye, and snipping off a tail, and slicing her body apart, sprawling on the ground in pain and blood.

Sheba's eyes grew in shock and pain as the claws rent her body and cut her raised left arm to the bone with a sick scratching sound, the wound cauterized by eldritch powers.

It was the end.

Towering over the two monster girls, Monçada laughed, and with a mental shout, started coalescing in his mortal form again.

"I can heal any damage, dog."

Desperate, and out of time, Saakali endlessly whipped her memory of a spell. Deep inside her jackal head, the spell shone with clarity. The only magical ritual that stopped the dead, forcing it to listen to Ra's judgement, the decree of Weighing the Heart.

She needed a special ingredient for it. Mostly willingly given as only the dead did pay their due to the cute jackal girls working as morticians.

"SHEBA!"

Time was running out as he healed slowly, his mental compulsion coming back, the musketeer monster girls slowing down in frustrated yells.

"TEAR OUT HIS HEART!" Saakali screamed, dashing to the side to grab her staff. Snarling, the Werewolf girl howled, ignoring Monçada's claws tearing her sides and dove forward to his chest, plunging with her claws and with a crunch, tearing his black heart with the last bit of her strength.

The shadowy man-thing didn't even flinch.

"I'm no longer a vampire. You think destroying this heart will change things?" He chortled, spreading shadowy wings. "It is too late. Now you all die, as I feast on your blood and souls! Stake the heart, it is of no use to me!"

Saakali snatched the black, bloody trophy, and grinning, bloodied, mutilated and in pain, grunted as she put the heart on her Ma'at staff's scale.

"It is to me."

Lesson Three: Weighing of the Heart is a decree as powerful as all life in the universe, immediately paralyzing the undead applied on.

When she laid the black heart on the scale, the world went silent for a second. A sign of Ankh appeared over the embattled top floor, the roof, abused from bombs and fighting, crumbled away in a shower of mortar and brick.

"I JUDGE THE DEAD, BEAST."

The Anubis stood proud, bleeding and wounded, and laid a small feather on the scale as everyone looked.

"UNTIL I SPEAK YOUR VERDICT, YOU CANNOT MOVE BY THE POWER OF RA, BEING TECHNICALLY DEAD."

Monçada's horrified eyes spoke as much, Sheba rolling back and licking her wounds, grabbing a broken wooden railing with one hand. With her deft wolven paws, Sheba climbed over to the roof from an opening, and kept climbing to the chimney, lining her vision with the paralyzed Monçada twenty feet below.

Gazing at the full moon, Sheba howled, arms outstretched, blood dropping from open wounds, as monster girls loaded their guns, and aimed at the vampire below. Sheba jumped, rolling in the air as a perfect ball, and dove downwards, howling all the way, and impaling the frozen Monçada with the long, improvised wooden stake.

A sickening crunch showed the impaled Monçada, Saakali giving a bark-like sound in concord.

"FIRE!"

The feather was obviously lighter than a heart strangled by murder. The scales lowered, the heart proven to be heavier than the feather, bullets, fire and bolts rending the staked vampire, Sheba howling in glee and rolling aside to dodge the incoming blast, everyone focused on Monçada. He was shot to pieces, hanging like charred meat on the stake.

A terrible scream shook the building, Saakali slamming the Ma'at staff to the floor to stand on its own and took the twin Kopesh blades.

Towering over Monçada's nearly destroyed body, she breathed in, and screamed, swinging two blades at his neck. A final scream of Judgement finished her decree as she swung with colossal might, fueled by Ra's grace, Isis' love, Sekhmet's fury unbound.

"THOU ART UNWORTHY OF DU'AT, THE AFTERLIFE!"

Monçada's head rolled off next to Lucita's still twitching, burnt carcass. Saakali breathed in, panting from fury. To the shock of the crowd, she walked to Lucita's half burnt body, slicing her head off. Saakali picked the two heads full of ancient power, and barked a command.

"Let's go. The building will collapse."

...

"What happened?"

Everyone flinched, seeing sleepy, pale girls slowly standing up.

"What happened? Where are we?"

Their fangs were showing, the girls gasping for air standing up. "Miss?"

...

"Shit." Saakali sighed. "Come outside. We need to talk. The building is collapsing."

It was not an easy thing to console and talk to poor girls whose lives were stolen in vampirism, monster girls carrying them outside, as with a final groan, the Brothel of Elf's Ear burned down.

*-*-*-*

Otep sighed. "Shit. How many?"

"Twenty four girls, now vampires. Luckily he was dead by the time they woke up or we would be in serious shit now." Saakali kept writing. "They are being trained by Alexa in their newborn vampire skills downstairs. It is our luck and burden now that we need to keep them. We lost twenty four young girls lost, dead in slavery."

"Their families?" Otep asked warily, manicuring her paws and looking outside as her black tail twitched.

Saakali sighed, sealing her orders and pushing her orders with a fluffy paw.

"Twenty were motherless orphans Dark Elves had picked up from ruins and groomed for service. The four...well, the families are at least glad they exist...in a way...but it has been hard. Human serfs gave their girls to get a better life. We brought them back with fangs..."

Two Anubises stared at each other in sullen long silence. It had been hard months, hard times, and a hard fight. Monster girls were recovering before another final war, having some fun with their humans.

Two jackal girls' tails wagged as they looked at each other.

"Dinner at Tavern Kami?"

"I'm buying." Otep nodded. "Boys?"

Saakali looked at herself, scars healing slow except the eye with the patch. Her cute humanlike face with jackal ears sank in melancholy.

"You think anyone will look at this scarred sand dog now?"

Otep smiled, landing a paw on her charge's shoulder, standing proud with her Kemet clothings and staff.

"Nonsense. Our kin is beautiful, a bit of scratches is all you got." Smiling at her, she opened the door.

"Too much melancholy. We have fun tonight. Tomorrow, we will crack that case about the so-called mole in the palace. Three months is long enough. In these three months, we did a lot. In the coming three months, we will have our fun and take our time."

Saakali stared with one gleaming eye, yipping like a jackal.

"We are not the only ones. There are many humans and monster girls that fight for us. We are but two, and I want my deputy happy."

Saakali smiled.

*-*-*-*

Chapter Five coming soon: Love, Music, and a Vision of Things to Come.

Reikshold was rebuilt, the dead buried with honors and tearful funeral rites. It was for a while, beautiful again in the Reik, with news of Black Horde seemingly slowed down by centauride outriders of Khatun Tengri, war seemed like a distant memory even for a while.

Two Anubis women left the palace grounds, walking to the taverns in a leisurely pace. Their tails wagged seeing the rebirth of a city, and humans, monster girls and the like greeting them with smiling faces, happy humans and monsters working side by side to rebuild and live.

So many new humans came to Reikshold, to much joy of the man-deprived monster girl population, Dark Elf and Arachne seamstresses for wedding gowns, and taverns!

Even for three months, people wanted to live. And it was Otep and Saakali's day off.

The two heroes would try their best to win this war.

(Coming Soon. I have been infected with an antibiotic resistant virus, and spent a month in the hospital. My arms still ache from IV drips' needles and I'm unemployed, so be patient. Please comment and point out corrections. I apologize for lack of Grammarly in this story due to spacing problems in copy and paste. Will work around it next story)