Asmodeus ran from the room on legs made of lead. It must've been some primitive magic that kept her going, and her eyes, too-she couldn't see in front of her for all the blood and bodies-

She made it back to headquarters before collapsing into herself, a black hole, that didn't eat or sleep or do much of anything but cry. When daybreak finally came, it may have been days or years later, a bird sharply called upon the windowsill. Asmo jumped straight off the couch and screamed. Her eyes cast about for the source, was it-

No.

How could a bird even be near her with what she had seen and felt? Asmodeus ran her trembling fingers through her hair. She still couldn't stomach eating, but she'd need her strength for what was to come. In the night, a vision had appeared to her.

Asmo had stood in a ethereal green meadow and there was a slab of thick rock mere feet from her. Upon it lay a knife. The weapon called to her-but she was more than cautious about magical objects and strange luminous pedestals. As she thought upon her plight, a voice came to her. It comforted her, warmed her like she'd been in a deep freeze for so long and was only now being thawed out. She could almost put a name to the woman (it had to be a woman) but it eluded her time and again as she got closer to the knife. When she finally laid her hands upon it knowledge flooded her through her nose and mouth, her ears and eyes, and for a terrifying moment she could not breathe. Several things flashed before her.

The Fillory novels.

The knife.

Chatwin...

Julia smiling at her-

And then-

And then she knew.

After stealing the God killing knife, she decided to waste no time waiting to summon Him. The filthy bastard.

As she readied herself she hid the knife in a dimensional pocket, ready for her when she would need it.

She felt his hot rancid breath on the back of her neck before she saw him.

"I want power," she said, "and I know you can give it to me."

"I spared you once," he growled and Asmo grimaced as she felt his length harden against her, "I will not do so again." He pushed her against the stone wall, and she had no time to brace herself before he was buried inside her.

She waited until he made a moaning noise; in his pleasure Reynard did not notice the knife pulled out of thin air, the magic sparking around his victim's fingers as she twisted around to face him. His eyes were dark in his fox's face, slightly slitted in glee.

She slipped the knife into him, and it slid as smooth as if into a lump of butter. The god's eyes went slack, and he let out a sort of yip-shriek as he reflexively held onto Asmodeus's shoulders. She pushed the fox god off before he could retaliate. His body was cold before it slid out of her.

Asmodeus stood over Reynard in hollow triumph.