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Genny stopped trying to get out of this place. She wasn’t even on fire anymore. All she was, at the moment, was tired. She expected more to this Darkness, but because of who she was and what she was capable of doing, she couldn’t find anything in it, which was torturous in a way. Genevieve deflated when she heard a voice. “Grace’s sister, I’m not anyone’s. We broke up. Now, if you can just kindly fuck off. I need to return to what I was doing.” She’d rather stare at darkness alone than have a conversation with Famine. 

But Ava’s questions caused her to look up from what she was staring at. “You can get me out of here?!” She got up. “I need to get out of this place. There’s nothing here. No sun, no light, nothing!” Being away from the sun probably wasn’t good for her and if the rules of earth still applied in this place, she wasn’t sure how much longer she had before dying from dehydration or starvation. “I want to get out of here. You have no idea how much I want to.”

“My name is Ava Winchester and I want you to memorize that because what I’m about to offer you will change everything.” She pulled a small plastic bag from the pocket in her blazer. Two white pills with a black horse’s head stamped into them sat comfortably inside. Ava held it out for Genevieve. “I can get you out of anywhere, including that shitty mood you’re in. Little bitch shouldn’t have made you so sad and now you’re trapped in here. Was that your doing, hers, or someone else?” 

“Well, I never thought that I’d get the chance to meet you.” She spoke out loud into the nothingness. When Ava meditated, she sometimes visited a void filled with something older than even her father and mother. Some people called it the empty, the blank, nothingness, endless darkness, or in this case, they called it the shadow realm. She smiled softly and squatted down next to the little flame before she grabbed the younger woman by the neck and pulled her close. “You’re Grace’s, right?” Her smile widened into a grin full of malice. 

“How desperate are you? How much do you want to get out of here?” Ava asked and let go of her. She didn’t have the power to get Genevieve out on her own, but if she amplified the poor girl’s desire for freedom, maybe they could do some damage. “All that I ask is that you keep our meeting a secret.”

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Avarice approached the beast of Envy and did what she had hoped to do for months now. “Where are my siblings? I can’t find any of them.” She demanded. She also wanted to know something else, but this was because someone had touched her property without even asking her. “How do you keep your items to yourself, Leviathan? Your niece has taken my human away from me. I maintain her well and yet… she was weak.”

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“I have no idea. My guess is that Pride fucked them all over and now they’re not ready for their forms. It’s a shame. The Sins are so much more interesting when they’re all together.” The Leviathan leaned against the fence, built to keep people from falling into the ocean. “I don’t always keep them to myself, but that’s what’s fun. I get a reason to visit the people who bother me.” When Lilith was brought up she rolled her eyes. “Let’s not talk about Lilith. We’re supposed to be meeting with that bitchy blonde.”

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“The Horsemen are well on their way to a reunion and beating the Sins to a punchline, so please save your bullshit for another day.” Ava arrived shortly after the other two did. She didn’t want to waste any time dealing with these two. “What’s wrong with Lilith? She’s been my favorite project since I tipped her over.” Truth be told, working with the Antichrist was a pain in the ass, but someone had to do it. She couldn’t let Amara have all the fun, not while the world was ready to be molded.  “You and Avarice are so sensitive.” For beings that had seen the beginnings of time, she couldn’t believe how weak they sounded at the moment. “So what if you’ve lost your mortals? I’m here to offer you something better. Why don’t we give you permanent vessels?  For a price, of course.”

“I bet you do love.” Both women were a force to be reckoned with and powerful when together. Their drive for power was intoxicating as they were capable of so much. “The bratty Antichrist can have her space. I can’t go through another assassination attempt on myself.” Julienne and Nova’s scheme was something she couldn’t get over easily. “Take the world by surprise, it’s better that way. Anyways, Angeline’s newfound title and abilities should be fun. I look forward to seeing her thrive in your place.”

Amara smirked, “I have a high metabolism babe.” Gently reaching out for her hand that traced her jaw, the hybrid places soft kisses before holding onto it and flashing the blonde a knowing look. “Good call.” she mused. “Simple, let them do the dirty work and ensure it doesn’t go straight back to you.” Humming softly, Amara pondered briefly on a thought and added, “Besides many of my best agents are from there. Although they see me in some God-like complex, it’s cause I saved them from the cruelties of the Home. Mind you, I don’t consider it deceit, but more so a simple favour.” Letting go of her hand, the Director crossed her arms and continued with, “Plus you can choose people for your projects. Think of this as a ‘beings shopping spree!’ Now shall we?”

“They were nearly successful so they deserve to die for that. Mortals should know their place.” Ava never understood why her father worked so hard to bring light to the mortals. She didn’t believe that any of them deserved knowledge. What her father did was make them more unruly, but then again, if they remained unknowing then someone like Amara would have never come to exist. “Only one Horseman can exist at a time... we’ll see what happens as I regain my strength. We might be able to see something new come along.”

Ava chuckled at her. At the very least they could enjoy each other even if it didn’t lead to anything. They were immortals so time could change anything for them. “Exactly what I was thinking. Oh, they’re playing into your hand, but you don’t save all...” She didn’t know about everything that Apollyon did behind closed doors, but she heard rumors. “They’ll do anything for their god and maybe I’ll pick up a few runners.” She got up from where she was seated and fixed herself further for their outing. “Amara, if you really are hungry, please get it over with before we leave. I’d like it better if you and I were presentable. I’ll be waiting in the car.” 

“I’m not small.” Jeremiah went to the gym every day. He wanted to keep fit and strong. One day, he had plans on returning to the level of ripped that he was when he was stuck in his older form. “I want to fight you because you’re threatening me and being mean to my family, but I’m not.” He didn’t think that the people deserved to have another terrifying super powered fight to deal with. After what his sister did and what his mother was doing, adding to the mess would just make things worse. “You’re the one responsible for pushing my mother over the edge… and that isn’t right.” He hadn’t thought about this meeting enough. He wasn’t sure what he was going to do next after that statement.

Ava stared at Jeremiah. “Is Lilith sending her tiny son over to fight her own battles now?” She looked him up and down. She thought about snapping his arms and legs then sending him back to his mother. Or she could send absorb the life out of his infant self. “Where’s the baby you? That version of you is so much cuter. So cute that I just want to squeeze the life out of it.” She got up from her seat and pushed open the gate in front of her. She crossed over from the patio to the street. “Let’s get it over with, Jeremiah. Don’t worry about the people. They’re inconsequential.”

The first time she saw red was in her father’s face when she scolded her for leaving such a mess after she murdered her mother, but today, her own vision was clouded with it. After speaking with Arabella and having her sister’s well preserved corpse in her home, she wasn’t in the mood to be teased about the people she lost. So without another thought, she put on the ring. It vibrated aggressively and turned around on her finger until it started to crack and break, overloaded with psionic energy. 

Before she realized what was happening, it sent out a blast of energy and shattered into seemingly nothing. Angeline was blown back from Ava’s table. The energy had knocked her cold for a couple of minutes, but once she came to she was bombarded by thousands of voices. Angeline rolled onto her side and covered her ears until a low and gravely voice broke through the noise. Famine’s true voice broke through. “Shut up!” She reached down to pull the ring off, immediately regretting her decision to put it on, but she found that it wasn’t there. “What did you do to me?”

“I won’t be silenced, Angeline. Yelling at me won’t do a goddamn thing.” She strode over, knowing damn well that her plans were working the way she wanted them to. “That’s my voice speaking to you, or it was. Now I need a break from my duties as Famine, so I’ve passed on the spirit to you. You see, Angeline, for some reason, your family has been chosen to be fucked up by all sorts of divinity. I’m not saying that the Vales are particularly important, but I will tell you that you’re all so fucking fun.”

Vampires didn’t really sleep and even though Amara was a hybrid, the beating she took weeks ago took a toll on her stamina and endurance than usual. Although it wasn’t obvious, the Director felt it overtime and that meant she was still healing and recuperating from the loss of life. It wasn’t really sleep, as Amara called it resting. Therefore, when she felt Ava leaned in for a kiss before settling herself on top of her, the hybrids brown hues were wide open as she a playful smirk graced her lips. “I’ve been up.” she murmured as she watched her get out of bed. “Ah love…Now don’t get it twisted.” With a deep breath, Amara too got up and began slipping on her dress, before fitting into her heels and taking one last look in the mirror to double check that she was presentable. 

Appearing behind the couch, the hybrid took in the breaking news and smiled. It seems like the death of Altimira’s Director took a toll on those involved with her. Chaos was thriving at this time and it meant all the more reason for two of these women to amplify it even more. Wrapping her arms around Ava’s waist, the hybrid trailed kisses from the side of her face and down the Horsemen’s neck, as she nibbled lightly onto her skin. With a low hum, she pondered on a response, before finally pulling away, “Atlantis. It’s still there. Might as well finish what we I started. They have more artifacts lying around, plus we can fuck around with the Atlanteans roaming there…Or…” She turned her around, so that they were both facing each other and suggested, “Hyrian Home, the counterpart of Altimira Academy. With their Director gone, what if we give Hyrian’s students a new home?” Shrugging, the vampire took a step back and twirled her hair as she continued on, “The possibilities are endless now that your sister unleashed her grief. You must be hungry though…Perhaps a trip to the financial district should suffice? Your call love.” 

She tilted her head down and looked up at Amara before fluttering her eyelashes at her. “But darling, I love it when we get a little twisted.” She chuckled and then shook her head before letting out an amused chuckle. Neither of them needed as much rest as the mortals did and for Ava, she built some downtime into her routine so she wouldn’t be bored while the world slept. Whatever Amara and her had, she wasn’t really sure of what to call it, but she knew that she appreciated what the other woman would do for her. Even if she was pretending to sleep, the goddess thought that it was a sweet. She just needed to make sure not to fall for her. Amara was a dangerous woman to fall in love with. 

“I’ve never liked anything about you.” Angeline replied easily. She didn’t like the other woman because she once had eyes for her husband. Ava’s attention on her after her husband passed away didn’t make things any better. In fact, Ava made things worse and just managed to piss her off even more. “All Gods are terrible.” She glanced at the dimming lights. Absorption was such a nasty ability; it wasn’t pleasant when Ava took more than she would have liked from her. 

“I’m not going to fight Arabella for you. Any plan involving you is destined to be a disaster and a waste of my time and resources.” She crossed her arms but then eyed the ring as Ava casually sat herself down. The ring seemed to call for her. “Famine’s ring. Why are you doing this?” She asked even though she couldn’t keep her eyes off of the ring. The power called to her and she could almost hear whispers within the humming. She unfolded her arms and picked up the ring. The object seemed to reshape itself so it could fit better on her finger. “What’s the catch?”

"Now that isn’t fair. I was all about your husband and we can agree that there was lots to like there.” She briefly raised her brows suggestively. She knew that she was bothering the mutant even more, but all of this was good content for what she was willing to pass on for a moment. She just needed a little bit of heat off of her so Lilith would stop looking to hunt her down. Ava let the lights turn back on. “Don’t worry, you’re greater than a god. You’re a godkiller, sugar.”

Ava pushed herself up from the bed and stretched out her arms and back. She was still sore from the fight she had with the Antichrist. It didn’t go exactly to her plan, but the plan was to lose and she needed to be convincing. If she was going to kick Lilith into who she was supposed to be, Ava needed to show some kind of humility in defeat, even if it wasn’t genuine. She hummed and then looked over at Amara, who seemed to be asleep. The goddess rolled her eyes and leaned down to kiss her. Softly, at first, before she pulled away and then properly situated herself on top of the hybrid. “Hey, I’m bored.” She whispered gently before reaching down to lightly tap Amara’s cheek. “So wake up.”

Grace didn’t know what to think anymore. All her thoughts and emotions were dishevelled and chaotic, but when Ava came in contact with her and revealed her truth, it took a lot for Death to even process. Slowly getting up, tears continued to fall endlessly as she stared doe eyed at Famine. “You sound so confident.” pointed out Grace with hints of hesitation. Her initial reaction was to wrap it up and poof off to the first place she could think of to be alone. However, Ava’s next words caught Grace’s attention as she stood there wide eyed. “Okay.” she confirmed in a soft whisper. Looking away, it didn’t matter what the costs were to get Aurelia back. “Please get her back…” Her gaze darkened as she added, “If you find out who took her soul…I want in on their annihilation..”

The youth of immortals had a lot to learn. The diwata knew she was being underestimated and while she knew Ava was willing to carry out her own plans, the same goes for Maria. “And I’m in no rush either.” She was the type to enjoy things as is, allowing Ava to bask in her glory. Her hubris will eventually get the best of her, it’s a path that they all walk on after all. “Well, not everyone can get what they want. Her emotions drove her to what she needed to do and I did just that. Like I said, you should be grateful that you were granted all this by me. If it weren’t for my actions, you’d continue to be a bland piece of bread.” Arabella grinned, it seems like the Vale family were heading in a different direction. “Interesting, you do the bare minimum. Not sure if you’ll get away with that. Your sister’s future self may be okay with it seeing as she’s already been tainted by darkness. However, you still have the AntiChrist, the eight year old and Angeline to deal with. They won’t be pleased with the end product. But I’m not worried for you, everything will go in its place if Aurelia comes back alive.” The diwata wasn’t going to mention anything further because like she had mentioned before, she was in no rush. Now she was excited for what’s to come. 

Maria spoke in threats and Ava felt like the other woman didn’t like it when someone younger and arguably more beautiful than her came in to stir the pot. “That’s why I’m all about living life to the fullest, even if it means that I have to break a few good eggs.” Ava didn’t believe that Maria had planned for everything to happen as it did. Gods and Goddesses were notorious for saying that they knew that things would turn out as they planned it, but the truth was everyone else was just too stupid to call them out on their bullshit. “Sweet of you, but honey, I don’t owe you anything.” She didn’t know what Maria’s game was, but they were on two different sides of the playing field with their own brands of chaos. 

Ever since Aurelia died, she tried her best to distract herself from the heavy feeling in her chest. She was heartbroken, yes, but the emptiness she felt was deeper than that. She finally knew what was arguably the most destructive human emotion felt like. Hopelessness. She didn’t believe that anyone could find Aurelia or bring her back. Some people could let their hopeless situations consume them, but Lilith was the Antichrist, so her hellish inclinations took her hopelessness and turned it into hatred. She hated herself above any other creation on this Earth and it was all due to the limitations she placed on herself. 

She wanted to be more human and being human meant being vulnerable. She let Aurelia die and Amara be right. Lilith let a mortal disrespect her by taking away her family. She pushed her hands together, warping reality more. All the items around Famine were crushed under the pressure of her rage. No one could bring Aurelia back and no one needed false hope, especially not her daughter. “I’m going to take back Angeline’s powers from you, even if that means killing you.”

Lilith released her hold on reality when the locusts gave out a disgusting crunch. She barely turned when Ava’s fist connected with the side of her jaw and sent her to the wall. She braced against the wall and reached up to touch her face. The skin and muscle around her cheek and chin were dissolving away. She turned to glare at the goddess and let out an inhuman roar. Summoned by his master’s call, her Hellhound broke through the wall to grab onto Famine’s arm.  

Despite finally facing the Antichrist in the way she was supposed to be, this sidesplitting turn of events made her laugh even harder. Her eyes watered joyously. Famine never thought that she would live to see any of this, even if Pride had made a god out of her. “I dare you to then, boss!” She approached her to see the effects of her deteriorating aura. Lilith looked absolutely monstrous and in another time, she was sure that Lucifer would praise her for the work. She unleashed more of her aura to destroy the floors and wall.

Just as the floor to her office was ready to collapse, Lilith’s infernal hound came crashing through the weakened walls and managed to clamp onto her arm. Ava growled back at the dog mockingly. Then the floor fell beneath all of their weight. Her destructive aura continued to disintegrate the floors while she wrestled with Dog mid air. Just as they passed the thirteenth floor Ava managed to pull her arm to the side enough and secure her free hand on the other side of the hell hound’s neck before she violently moved his head backwards until she heard a snap. 

She withdrew her aura and landed on top of the mongrel at the seventh floor. Ava rolled off of him and slowly got up to her feet. She would have cradled her mangled arm, but she could barely move it. Her lower arm was hardly connected at the elbow. “I hope you’ve gotten dog insurance...” She joked as she observed the hell fire off of the hound’s form, hoping that would keep it down longer. Ava wasn’t sure how those pets worked, but she doubted that what she did would keep it out for long. “The Little One isn’t going to be happy with either of us.”

Lilith was always encouraged to be open with her feelings. She was rewarded for her expressiveness and her ability to articulate what she thought, but today, she wasn’t too happy about a goddess reading her mind. The light in her eyes darkened until a vantablack darkness overwhelmed them. Then, a demonic red glow appeared in the darkness of her eyes, as if she had opened herself to Hell’s influence for just a moment. She wasn’t above the human drive to kill and she had used her abilities to do such things before, but today, she had every reason to kill Ava Winchester. 

“Invade my mind again.” She commanded. As she walked to Ava, things decayed, rotted, and crumbled away, almost similarly to what Famine could do, but as a display of power, Lilith had Hellfire rain down on the other woman’s precious things. “You took her abilities and now you’ve promised my daughter something impossible.” She reached out to Ava and then closed her hand into a tight fist. Warping reality, she made the gravity around the goddess stronger to crush her. 

Ava heard the command as an invitation and she wasn’t going to keep herself from really exploring the Antichrist’s mind. She brushed her hair back and sighed, contently as she used her newly attained psionic abilities to launch an attack against Lilith. She entered the other woman’s mind for a moment and saw that nothing seemed to be there except for an endless darkness. Her eyes had difficulty adjusting since there this place seemed to eat and swallow all light. She jumped back to the physical plane when she was forced to kneel by gravity. 

“Violent!” She howled and started to cackle. Ava had never seen the Antichrist act in this way before, so there was an element of surprise, novelty, and refreshment. If she wasn’t a god, all this added gravity would have turned her into a pancake. She smirked at Lilith and pushed herself off of the ground. “Honey, I know you’re upset that she’s gone, but I’ve got plans for you.” As soon as she finished speaking, her body turned into locusts and they were all crushed under the the weight of gravity.