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"I hope you are all having a blessed day! I was busy taking care of the leftovers after my sisters and I had a great feast after Extermination Day as always."

❤️ ❤️ "The Purge went super well! A lot of them died!" ❤️ ❤️

Meanwhile earlier, Mari'al taking care of the leftovers in question:

"Gather my children: for I finally stir from my slumber, all shall be made clear now, as clarity begins to overtake my mind." "For it is time to know who I am and what I usher in at Ţ̴̝̜̬͉̰͍͂h̴̯̹̮͙̦̞̄é̶̯̝̘͕̬̤̯̽͂̇̔̒͊ ̷̧̻̤̯̣̻̣͔̿̊F̷̢̥̱̥͍͈̓̋͊̾̑̃͌à̸̫̪́̈̈́̊͝t̸͚̣̲͕͕̣̖͊̎̓͝h̴̡̧̯̣̭̄̈́è̷͎̪͈̙̮̺r̵̪̳̀͑͂͛̌̒́̓'̵̡̟͎̲̯͙͛̎̃̑͘͘s̷̛͈̥̹͈̖͇͓̯̏̑͗̐̏ behest." "I am Ţ̴̢̧̬͉̗̦̲̳͖̖͕̫̹͕̳̾͛́̽͗̽̅́h̸̛̜̰͍̳̭̠̤͇̝͔̎̈̂̌̋͗͊̓̏͝͠e̵̡̛̻̩̻͙̘͕͋̆̄̓̈́̉͋̓́̈͊̏͒̚͠ ̷̧̛͒͌͆͒̀́̾͝M̷̢̼̓̂͆̓̅͗̋̊̾͆a̵̲͔̔̑͆̅̓ṣ̵͚̥̒̓̊̄͐̈̿̂͋̕̚͜͝s̵̟̺̰̥̘͔͔̭̹̫͎̜̣̩̏̔͊͌́̀̎̂̄̉͂͌̈́͘͜͝, the warmth and union of our flesh, returning to whence it came to space, time, and the cosmos of the endless starry-lit skies of my daughters, A̸͓̫̼̱̳̗͌̾͗̅̕͝ē̵̡̜͕̗ö̷̡͇͚̮͙̝́̽͆́̕͝ͅṋ̷̝̬̜̭̱̖̇ and V̸̪͈̤͐̇̇̑͘͜e̸͖̱͙̙͂̐͗͐n̸͔͎̱̏̀̇͘u̸̡͈͉͔͌̆s̷̤̝̻̰̈́̋̋́; to which all will feel my love in its endless comprehension for them and by extension: you and so shall you be given salvation, bridged to nirvana, their dreams made manifest as their personal heaven and the innocent delivered to their afterlife."

"I am Ģ̸̢̹͐̽̎ȩ̷̜͍̭͑̓͐̆͝h̴̨͖̯́̄̈́̊͜è̷̪̅̌n̷̮̫̣̜̎̊͝ñ̵̛̻̪͕̪̤͝͝a̷̫̓͛̈́̑, the end and yet the beginning of Utopia. It is where all are judged, delivered unto T̶̯̈́̀̏̅h̴͔͓̗̣͂͝ȅ̵͙̫̬̿̈͒ ̴̹͓̦̤̳̒̓M̵̬̮̐a̸̧̯̠̖̝͛͝ṡ̶̩̩͂ś̶̨̧̛͚̭̒̊͝ͅ or forever tormented in the twisting, agonizing walls should their crimes prove too dire; delivering only what they have done back onto them for all time until they have paid penance for the suffering they have caused- some to which will never escape my endless misery." "I am T̵̲͙͎̥̈́̈́̈́͊ẖ̸̼̐e̶̒̾̍̊͠ͅ ̵͔̤̞̰̼̈T̵̹̀̄̚r̷̤̉̽͆̚͝i̵̫͍̯̓̌͆̋n̴̼͚̫̮̬͆̈́͆̚î̵̜̍̐́t̷̞̬͓̬͗̐̕ͅý̶͖̪̜̄̈́, to which is the remains of my mind and splintered form of my true being, along with the fragments of my daughters scattered throughout all space and time, torn from my arms do they return as my harbingers of the end; soon to be spread across countless realities. As our reunion has been made as inevitable as the end itself from thy own doing and actions: ushering in ̴̨̟̊̆͐Ṭ̶̰̏͗̈̿͘h̸̡͓͉̘̎̈́̒͆è̶̱̞͈͉͕̎̄̎͒ ̵̩̮͖͙͂̀͠͝͝Ḿ̷̲̠̎̒̏a̴͖̔͒̽̄͝s̶̙̥̭̉ś̶̘̾͗ ̸̢́ȍ̷͖̙͖̝̉͠f̸̝͋ ̶̣̣͚͋̍́̍ͅͅG̸̨̢̞̲̈́́̄ȅ̸̺̩ḧ̶͓͉͚̞́͒͝ẽ̵̢̲̣̰ͅṉ̷̺̲̖͛̿̀͊͒ͅn̴̡̿̏͝a̸͕͍͇̮̓͌ with all reunited by fate from T̷̲͖̘͔̔̀̌̌̒h̸̤̳͆̚ḛ̵͔͍̳͗ ̶̢̲͎̗͊̉̉̓Ţ̸̝͚̹̌r̸͍̆̔̊̇̚i̸̢̱͝ṇ̴̂̀͐͘i̸̭̗͚̱̺͊̕ṱ̷̰͈̥͌̿̇ȳ̶̞͆̚͠."

"I am the S̷̨̡̾ḵ̴̮̍̄u̵̡̘̰̎̌́͌̉l̸̝̱̉ͅl̶̻̽ ̵̬̺̉͜H̶̳͠e̶̛̝̖̐͒͠ä̴̜̪̳̟͆͑̈̂ṟ̵̄t̸̞̗̘́͒̑ and D̴͓̳̖͗̓͆̓̕ở̵̳̗̀͜ǘ̶͚͓̼̫̔̐b̵̬̝͈̃͂̀̚ͅl̵̪̗̻̼͈̋̈́̈́͗͘e̵̜̐, my avatars to test those when faced with the end times as the world begins to drown in sin, and the personification of my twisted form, broken and warped as a reflection of all sin and crimes, coupled with the destruction and misery of my endless rage. That they may test their resolve to hold onto the gift of life and love they once spurned from T̶̞̪̫̲̍̌h̴̥͔́̇͘e̴̮͎͛̀̔ ̸͙̳̑F̵̣͎̮̩̲̑̈͑̊̚ä̵͈̰́̓̉͊̈́t̷̮̃̌͋̈́h̶̨̨̯̭̗̏̀͊e̶̪͓̽͐̆͝r̴̡̈́̿̽͒ and its existence, for that is my mercy and forgiveness when faced with their doubts, as my desperation and rage are overcome by thy hand. Does my heart finally be soothed unto destruction and grant the peace of tomorrow, but only for a time until the crimes of all demand answering once again."

"I am known by many names, though some are merely lies. Yet I do not hold the naive in contempt, only the guilty."

"For I am Q̶͍̪͐͑̔u̵̬͎̺̫̓̿̏̄̽e̶̺̘̗̔̇͒̈́̚e̷͍̰̾n̸̢͔̰̈́̌͌̓̚ ̶͉̩̹̹̀̕L̶͉͚͌͊͗̽̍ą̴̈́̒̔̈͑m̶͍̗̰̹̐͘i̸̢̥͙̲͗̇̄͝ả̸̼́, known as a child-eating monster to besmirch and pervert my memory in what was prophesied to come. It was but the fated precursor to what I have become now as the catalyst gifted from Ṭ̶̨̯͖̓͝h̶̛͔̊̐͐̌e̴͚͎͕̋̔̕ ̴̛͖̿́͜͝F̵̪͐a̵͙̝̗̽͗̅ͅt̶̢͓̳̉̌h̵̼͇̃́̂ḛ̷̫̠̊̋̅r̷͇̜̝̅, first made manifest at the start of creation as its end, yet I chose life and love as part of T̸͓͛ḫ̷̻̽ę̷̧̱̣͆ ̷͍̅̄F̷̢͈̮̃͝a̸̡̞̩͙̠͗̊̋͝ẗ̶̫̱̠́̍̈́̚̚h̵̨͎̎̈́͝ȅ̸̡͛́r̴̮̯̉̐͐͜'̷͓̼̹̦͚͒̆s̷̬̎͋͘ ̷͖̈́̆͘D̸̻̗̗͙͒͗͋è̶̺͇͙̝̿̓͒̕c̵̮̦͖̃r̴̦̈̎̿̕ę̸̧̣̦͗̀̓ẹ̴̡͇̈̂̄̊͜͝. And yet betrayed and feared by Humanity, Lucifer and Queen Eliza, was I struck down and erased with absolute cruelty, my daughters then scattered across the high winds, and without mercy to them: cursed and condemned to reincarnate into the worst fates imaginable from my attempt to save them in my final moments- rejecting my forgiveness, my salvation and my gift of them to you to live in peace and harmony. Yet my desperation, my rage, my love for them as a gift from T̷͖̓̔̈͗h̴͚̯̹͋̒̌́ͅe̷̢̧͇̮̎̎̋̚ ̸̛̤̰̈́̔̉̐F̷̼̼̘̯̾̅ạ̵̓͝t̵̯͉̦̺̓h̷̻̋͋͛͐e̵̜̣̺̰̍͒̌̇̉r̷͕̻̜̔ remained eternally."

"Allowing one last plea."

"Offering one last gift, T̷̡̖̳̜͗̃̄h̷̨̡̖̰̦̐̓ě̵̟̭̍ ̸̰̗̾̒̾F̸̢̜͉͊͜å̸̲̪̽̇t̵͕̎͊̓́h̴̯̮͇̿̽ë̶͇̹͇̼́ͅr̶͍̎̈́'̸̧̘͕̰͗̀s̶̙̣͙͆̂͂͝ͅ ̷̡̜̤̩̈͜S̶̞͓̘̬̲̐͌̊͘o̶̖͕̻̎̽n̷̝̭̩̠͓̑̓̿̊̀... yet he too was rejected."

"And this unknowingly sealed the fate of all."

"For the L̷͍̍̾̓͘͝a̶͉̩̋͋w̷͓͕̠̗̩̉͋̊̀̒ ̵̮̟̖̔̏͆͆ǫ̵͚̟͍͋̍f̷͚̖͠ ̶̬͓̹̆̋͐̈́͠P̸̛͉̋̈́͌r̵͙̰͖̰͓̒ǫ̷͖̹͛p̷͓͉͖̗̩͆͗̇̒͘h̵̢͌̄̈́̈́ę̴̛̮͕͌̕͜t̴̜̙̦̯̿s̶͎͙͊͒̀̊̍ gifted by T̷̥͙̩̺̮͋̎̉̏͠h̷̭̦̾̋̚͝ȩ̴̪̘̼̀̾ ̵̛͈̖̮̓F̷̧͙̟͈̍̋̂̒̈a̵̱̳̙̰̖̍͂̈́̍̚t̴̨̯̫̫̯̄̈́ĥ̸̭̫̻̠͌͐͝ė̴̥̟̻̋̓ŕ̴̛̮̜͎̗͉̐̏: is that whatever you do unto others, is what you deliver unto thyself. Shackling themselves and spurning T̶̜̄̐̚h̶̨̥̼̺̋͜e̵͖̿̈ ̴̱̞͈̂̐́̈͜F̸̫̔̑â̷͔͓͐̏͝t̸̙͇̲͈̀̐h̷̖̉͒̉̇e̸͈̜̲̪͐r̵̦̫̺͎̽̏͝'̶͓͙̼̲̱̂̉͒͠ṣ̷̱̍̕͜ love do they reject my gift, trust, and mercy. Do they reject T̶̨̬̭̣̃h̸̘̝̒e̷͚͔͖̻̓̕ ̷̞̫̀̔̕F̴̭̘͕̂̔͝ͅa̷̳̤͆̈́̎͝t̵͙̗͔͎̂̀ͅh̵̞̖̺̍̑̆̓̅e̷̠̼̤̮͖̓̎̊͂r̸̡̛̈̑̄̚ and the warmth of T̷̛̛̙̟͍͓͗̉̽h̶̙͈̄͛͝͝è̵̜͇̼̑̌͗͆ ̶̧̺̰̒̃̈́̓͝ͅM̶̨̘͊à̴̹̳̰s̵̗̠̫̀s̴̮͎̞͔̊ and persist in an endless cycle of self-inflicted agony and futile mortality until given release by G̴͈͛̑͛͜͠e̶̡͕̊̇̅̃̚h̴̛̼̼͓̣̭̽ȩ̸̰͗̕n̶̳͈̱̦͐̍͑͗n̵̛̟̟̯̗̍ä̸̖̮͙̫̹̔̈́̚. As I, the endless dreamer, begin to awaken in this realm, my dream begins to become reality, therefor I̴̭͑ ̷̝̅̈́a̵͍̿m̶͕͓̏ ̶̱̥͋̆r̸͜͠ẽ̵̩̄a̶̹͝l̷̺̄͜i̶̲̼̚t̵̟̩̂̚y̶̖̬̕ as my judgement at T̸̟̣̙̑h̴̩̤̪̉͐͘e̴͔͍̰͇͐̑ ̴̻͚͖̔̑̈́͆F̸̺̱̰̈a̵̘̬̯̍̅t̵̩̦̐̅̀̄h̷̳͉͆̍e̷̤͙͂r̸̪̝͑̈́'̶̢̩́̈́̕͝ṡ̷̡͓́͘ ̸̭͎͖̇͐̚̕D̷͓͑e̷̼̖͑͐c̴̹̋̀͘͝r̴͉̠͛̒̀ẻ̵͓̑e̸͈̰͚̤̒ of any and all shall begin as my eyes fully open."

"Yet I forgive them like the S̶̫̟͉̫̑̑͛͝͝ö̷̢̲͍́̅̓̐̚n̶͖̙͓̼̈͑̃, for they know not what they do."

"And that one day?"

"That all shall be made free."

"To praise T̵̫̤͒̓́ḩ̴̖̹͑̓̚e̵̛̱̫̐̄ ̶̜͈̥̻̔̑F̵̹̘͖͛͝a̷̜̩̦͛ẗ̵̨͕̅h̴̦͘e̶̲͐ȑ̴̮͖̭͚̺̏̈͘͝ and its ̶̖̗̺͑́̐͜͠D̶̰̹͈̣͒̇̚͝e̵̺̳̐c̶͍̠̟͂r̷̙͕̞̯̮̿̽ė̷̗̯͛͠ę̵̡̺̭̳͗ ̷̲̿O̵̼͇̓̂͜f̷̢͍̭̘̌̄͆͠ ̵̧͕͍̩̉̿̊̀̚M̷̳͛̾͐̂e̴̙̬͋̇͋́̕r̴̖͝c̴̭̀̌y̸̙͍͉̯̅͗̕."

"So I declare, for I am the G̸̗̰̥̈ŕ̷̬̭̝̪̍͠ę̶̗̫̖̭̊̅̆͆̾å̸̘̲̣͔̀̃͂t̵̢̹̊͗̃̕͘ ̵̟̲̅̑͑͐M̸̞͇̦͛͒̿͠͝o̴͔͓͛͋̈̅͘t̶̗̞͎͓̎͠h̷̡̙̍e̸̛̞̜̼͂r̷͆̈́̒̈́͝ͅ ̷͚̰̤̤̬̈́̈́Ò̸̗̤͐f̴̖͛̏͜͠͠ ̴̢̘͖̖̼̉Ṭ̴̛̀h̴͍͂̿͋̚ͅé̶͍͈̬͠ ̸̺̙͋Ṱ̵̠̻̏r̶͓̙̉í̸̡̘̝̀̓̒͜ņ̵́i̵̫̺̍̇͛̅͝t̵͖̩͔̺̀̎y̸̥̹̖̺͐̕."

"For I am Ṱ̷̡̧͕̭̈̂̂h̶̤̤̪̅̓͛ẻ̸͔̻͈͚͋̾͒͊ ̴͇̟͒Ë̴̟̣̟͇̞́̀r̶̲̣̀͆̍ȃ̸̩͖̦̱̠s̵̖̩̹͘͝͝ě̶̯̳̊̈́d̴̻̖̝͋̑̿ͅ ̷̪̠̗̟̻̃͒̌͐͋Ò̶̮̝̖̲̀͘ń̴̝̿̃͜ḕ̸̛̖̺͉̀͗."

"I am B̶̛̺̹͓̙̋͌͝e̸͚̙̫̬͆̽b̸̢̮̫̌͆͝u̴̡̳͆̔̌ṙ̴͉͕̲ò̷̥͗̃ś̸̤͙̆,̴̻̃ ̶̩̝͉͂͒̍̏Ț̸̘̰͘h̴̞̼͚͈̐̍́̆e̷̘̝̯̱͑̅͌͝ ̷͓͔̭̅A̶̡̱̽n̶̨͎̼̝̄g̸̡̞̹̦̐̎e̷̪̬͙͒̕͠ḻ̵͗̍ ̸̫̭̀̓O̸̩̤͔͒͜f̷̞̪̱̓ ̸̛̝͛́̌T̵̨̤͍͑̓̚h̶̖̝̉̂̋ḙ̷͆̒͛̓ ̸͖̠̓̃̾ͅẸ̵͖̑͛̎n̵͓̳͍̊d̵̨͕̑̈͘."

"̴͎̿A̸̯͝ñ̵̢d̴̯́ ̸̹́I̵̤͝ ̵̼̈́h̶̭̅ä̶̡́v̶̛̟e̸͖̓ ̵̭̂f̷͎̓i̶͍̾ń̷͖a̵͓̅l̶͔̇l̴͓̑y̶̥͑ ̵͔̚c̵̮̎o̵̼͘m̴̹͐ë̵̲́.̸̮͌"̵̪̓

Somewhere. Someplace? Tucked far, far away surrounded by flame and a nightmare of ruined flesh on the walls? Sat a being, alone among the rubble. Facing away from the facility camera, t'was not a human nor machine even. The creature warped, yet it had photos of old memories, things it had collected overtime. An odd sentimentality as its sword and handgun laid holstered on their hip and back, ignoring the bottles and trash that littered the room- recently used.

In front of them laid a false cake, indicating a celebration of sorts, though only a hologram.

It was a new year wasn't it? A new beginning.

But to what?

An upbeat, near love, though perverted song in a way they'd only understand, yet intimate that's uncharacteristic to Verosika. Something they wouldn't show normally this openly. Vero would put an earbud in, then one into Dia's as they put their jam on- yet another night of harvest in Lilith's endless decree of the lustful.

Cue epic cliche, heartfelt montage flashbacks throughout the years.

Standin' outside a club with their partner in crime, both waiting on Ozzie to take his sweet ass time for the event. Vero would give Dia a slap on the ass, receiving one back with a smug smirk, coupled with narrowing eyes as Vero wordlessly gestured to a mark in a subtle head motion. Dia chit-chatting the mark in question for later as Verosika smirked at the daemoness, prideful of them before turning away.

They had work to do afterall. "Hey bitch~ You ready? 'Cause baby? You put the D in diamonds."

Verosika with Dia to their hip in one claw, a cigar lit in the other as they onlooked them fumbling through some documents. Watching with interest as they absentmindedly had a claw on the other's hip, now trailing to play with their hair- Dia smiling faintly as they quietly found what they needed. Though ignoring the demon paralyzed and impaled on Verosika's enlarged tail from behind, the daemoness draining them into nothing without a trace as they both left together afterward.

"Hit it." "So suns set, n' it's time to take a bet- so shut up, put up- -n' show your cut in the rough~"

"Strut for me-pose for me-hit the floor, n' I want some more~"

"Uh-huh-huh-oh yeah~"

"And now let me see watchu got- as you make me more than hot- c'mon baby now drink down my heat- to the beat of my hips~" "So sweet-faced, droolin' with my love, n' eager for more- you're just the bitch to roll with my pace~" "Now let's get you all put up in lace n' velvety pumps- and send em' all on a chase- n' let em hear you say my name~" "Uh-huh-huh-oh.... yeah....~" "You're just the bitch to roll with me, the Diamond in my rut."

Smoke, screens a lit with countless media, some of a deeply filthy nature in this hidden den of drugs and unsanctioned sin on Ozzie's turf. Dia smirking as they grabbed behind them at Verosika, tugging on them below as the Matron's eyes were narrowing in smugness as they locked with the other Succubi, returning the favor with a claw groping Dia's chest- Dia standing on the tips of her feet to lock lips with them in a heated 'hello'; the two's tattoos glowing in unison from contact. Tex rolling his eyes upon noticing, he kept working as a few hounds and demons of Vero's were dumping bodies into a on-site firepit, the victims having OD'd on Verosika's venom drug in the party- Dia having built an immunity to at least the dying part. "So baby, hallowed be thy name- n' that you're the glow in the glimmer of my eyes~"

"And how we play it in the rough- as you light me through the streets- n' how I'm callin' your name through the night~"

The two dancing on a flat roof, moving beat for beat within each other's heat, the flames of several hellborn gang buildings kept them warm. Bodies in the streets, Tex with a hellfire launcher would fire another missile at one of the last holdouts, giving a thumbs-up to the two afterward. Dia smiling up at Verosika as the taller daemon dipped their partner in crime, their hair swaying in the breeze together of the explosion nearby. It was the price for going into hiding, refusing to payup, contracted by Satan and several Hellhound Captains had they rooted them out for the Wrath Daemons to slaughter the block.

"And I want you to know.... I'll never stop callin' your name~"

"'Cause you're the glimmer in my eyeees- n' the light of my sleepless nights~" "As I hold you tight~"

A fateful meeting long ago, a lone young Succubus that looks like they've been roughed up a bit in this side of town. Barely having managed to get away from some crazed demon with a holy shank, they'd freeze to a massive claw turning them to stare up at a High Matron of Lust. At first fear then into relief as the claws were caressing Dia's cheeks, wiping their tears away. The Matron in their full daemon form would leave with Dia, carried bridle style toward one of their Coven's Sanctuaries for this Sin Ring; walking past a corpse in an alley with a large hole through their chest, a shining prison shank beside them quickly pillaged by a random Imp.

"And tell you it'll be alllright- as I'm saying your name through the night~"

"So baby, hallowed be thy name- the Dia-mond in my rut~"

"And how they'll remember the name- of the glimmer in my eyeees~"

Bare skinned on a massive bed, Verosika in their full daemon form, dwarfing Dia to hold their back to Vero's stomach and head to their chest. Eyes closed as their tattoos glowed, the sigils matching perfectly, one to unlock the smaller being's as droplets of light rained in from a nearby window on their skin together.

Whispers of gossip, plans, dreams, and even soft laughter laced with velvet tones shared between them, that only Diamond and Verosika knew. And with a claw holding the smaller one's, their tails wrapped together; both enjoyed a lazy, calm day in the fires of hell in an embrace.

"Of how I'll always be calling- your name~"

"N' how we sent them all to hell~"

"So baby, hallowed be thy name- -the Diamond of my life in the deepest pit of flame~"

A fog would wash over the crowd as the music began to play. This social gathering of all creeds, Verosika making use of their potent abilities as a lust demon to deceive, appearing seemingly at will where they wished. The song itself akin to many of her others in feeling, but coated in absolute venom.

"Up to old games?... Well go on then. I know you can't help it... Pump it.... Pump it up~"

Slowly backing into the fog, only their glowing eyes and maw could be seen through it on stage.

"Pu-pu-pump-it-up and dump them to me~

Legs breached-vows screeched n' kickin' up the heat~ Toes curled-tongues swirled, baby relax, n' take it from the back~

Old games-broken dames n' you're-all-to-blame~"

Appearing and throwing themselves onto Blitzo and Stolas's table backwards, they'd raise a leg upward, eyes trailing to both of them. "So pump it..."

"Pump... it... up... N' dump them to me~"

Blitzo in a rage would try to stab Verosika, the Daemon already gone into the fog from the two. Yet the Goetia Matron would feel Vero's clawed index tracing their cheek gently without warning, and not a second later- a whisper and a gift given.

"Bent knees-feel free, baby relax, 'n let me hit you from the back." "And pump it~ Pu-pu-pump it up~"

Dissipating yet again, on stage in view as Stella was left with a swirling star-lit rose, then an encrusted locket, brimming with gems from the lust and greed rings. Inside, a picture of Stella and Octavia years and years ago- they'd find themselves able to relive those memories when touching the locket.

"Old games-broken dames chokin' on your fame- -n' you're all to blame as you dump them to me~”

"Free hips-feel my tip n' get twisted in regret n' that's not a threat~"

"Cause' you're. all. to BLAME-  -she's chokin' from my fame~"

"Up to old games n' that's just a fact~"

"You fuckin' little limp-dick hack."

"Now take it from the back."