You pain will soon become ultimate pleasure. I promise!
A woman had snuck backstage through the rafters; she craved adventure, and could sense it in these three.
Her good rival Dimitri Maximoff [who still had intentions on making her his servant, despite her full power] had destroyed Jedah and his fetus of pure Pandemonium, his horribly flawed plans of a new world.
However, with no figureheads of evil to triumph over, and no new aspects of her body to wonder over, she had dreams. Immortality, for instance; after all, she could only live for four hundred years,
Bored, but optimistic. The second half inside of her had caused this, and she was still unused to its effects.
Whaddya think, soul mate?, a voice said within her. Should we check this out?
I believe it would be wise, she thought. It may quench our boredom, Sister.
She flew down from the higher set of rafters to a lower one.
Oh yeh! Servants, make Momo a pretty black dress.
That is not necessary, Lilith.
You've gotten lazy these past few years! You gotta keep appearances.
The woman's clothes altered, forming a small black dress, the type worn to simple dinner or mixer parties.
Fancy, eh?
The woman who hosted Lilith was silent, and waited anxiously in the rafters until an opportunity to make an entrance could be made.
The man with oddly tinged skin had just kissed some girl—possibly his lover?—, and she was shocked.
Like one of those little soap opera things on Earth!
She continued to watch; the supposed lover actually picked the man up, and had thrown him in rage. Yeah, her assumptions were wrong, but she shrugged it off.
I would have done the same thing if some man did that to me without expecting to give me his soul. Though she's quite… fiery, isn't she?
Is she the remaining third?
No…
True, she isn't nearly as fashionable, huh, Morrigan?
Morrigan nodded to herself, smiling.
After the tempestuous girl, the rejected man, and another girl who appeared out of nowhere [yes, Morrigan thought, these people definitely were of the magical sort] had left, Morrigan climbed down.
"Hello," Morrigan said. "I was thinking you three would be able to entertain me."
The man looked incredulous.
"Y-You! What d' y' think y' doing here, on th' surface? I thought y' became Troll-Hair's concubine."
Morrigan's pleasant smile soured, and she looked at the fiery girl, hoping to see some empathy.
"Well," the girl said, "we're searching for someone… or something."
Like a body?
No, Lilith…
"What would that happen to be? As a member of a high-ranking family, and since I've been around here for a long time—"
"She's an' old crone, Lei-Lei, babe. A child-killing monster-thing. She'll eat out your eyes and collect y' teeth!"
Morrigan had had enough, and her servants switched to her combat form, albeit she didn't have both her sets of bat wings.
"Wh-Whoa!" Lei-Lei said. "That's a very… small outfit, miss."
"Well, it's flattering," Morrigan said, her slight vanity showing through; she did admit she thought that her beauty was the best thing since her creation, but didn't think her self-love was that bad.
"Well, big boy, care to tell me how you know me, and why you could deny a face like this?"
"Well, let's jus' say I know that when a woman tries to look half 'er age, it's bad news."
Morrigan became downright furious.
"You know, that's the type of a comment that a man will say… and then I'll kill him."
The man spun his guitar, and then Lei-Lei protested furiously.
"No, my turn! You fought B.B. Hood, it's my turn."
"What?" the other girl said. "You aren't taking this seriously! Raptor, I blame your influence!"
Morrigan calmed down upon hearing his name; Raptor was an undead, a hack. With aspirations of great power, he tried to play the big leagues. But, he failed every time; he had failed against her, he had failed against Dimitri.
What an ingrate! Let's serve him on a platter, go to Dimitri's place, and laugh about it! And then beat Demitri up too! Ooh, I'm riled up, now.
Morrigan flew over to Lei-Lei, and grabbed her chin in her hands; the girl was cute, and she wondered how Raptor managed to keep such a cutie within fifty yards of him, much less kiss her.
"In fact, cute-as-a-button blueberry, I'll let you and your boyfriend both fight me. Doesn't that sound like fun?"
"Heheh!", Raptor said, though Morrigan didn't know what exactly he was laughing at. Victory was obviously Morrigan's, and hopefully this cadaver chump knew what he was going up against.
"Since you seem to be formidable," the yellow girl said, "that seems even."
"He is not my boyfriend," Lei-Lei said, "and you're making me very angry!"
"Aw," Morrigan said. "I'm not sure if anyone's ever told you this, Lei-Lei… but you look very cute when you're angry… so…"
She moved her arms in a pattern, and servants made her wings visible.
"…let me see your cutest, and we'll have a one-sided battle of beauty!"
