Warning: A bit of blood, jealousy and the usual dragon battles. Nothing to see here.

"Fuck!" Setsuna rarely cursed out loud, much less now that she had the twins. However, the moment one of Fallon's gigantic fireballs nearly burned down her right ear, she couldn't really be blamed for it.

She wished she could say that she knew what Fallon was going through, so she could hug her, and cry with her; tell her that everything was going to be alright in the future; that the wounds became small scars in the end. But, the fact was, she couldn't just blatantly lie in Fallon's face. She didn't know what it was to lose the love of your life in such a crude, cowardly way. She didn't know what it was to lose a child; one that she didn't know about until recently, but hurt regardless, if not even more, seeing as Fallon hadn't know about the baby.

Setsuna dodged one of Fallon's swipes as she summoned Yuunagi. In the blink of an eye, she had cut into Fallon's flesh, leaving a gaping gash that travelled from her longest nail to the centre of her palm. Fallon's cry of anguish did nothing to deter the samurai, as she proceeded to cut such gashed all around Fallon's body, taking extreme care in her attacks and avoiding hitting any vital point.

Once Fallon's wings began to make clumsy beats, Setsuna knew she had the upper hand and the fight would be soon over.

Fallon landed -or crashed more like- on what was left of the castle. She was still breathing fire, so Setsuna had to approach her from behind as she motioned for Naomi to come closer and help with the older demon's wounds.

Things calmed down eventually, to a certain point. Fallon finally transformed back to her human form with the help of Setsuna and, surprisingly, Mana. She requested te be left alone in a voice that sounded like anything but the usually jovial Fallon they all knew. Still, Setsuna nodded her head slowly, knowing that the other woman would get away no matter what.

Being Queen wasn't easy at all. Protecting Konoemon from his well-deserved death just to get information left a bad taste in her mouth. Outing his secret to Fallon just like that had been the biggest mistake she could have possibly made. Allowing Negi to step into her castle had been a stupid move on her part (allowing him into her life had been an even more stupid move, now that she thought about it).

Because she let Konoemon die, she jeopardized her relationship with Fallon, even if she knew that deep down the woman didn't hold anything against her. All the hate was directed to the older man. And Setsuna couldn't find it in her to feel any kind of remorse for what Fallon was going to put him through once they had sucked every bit of information out of him. Once he was useless to them, Setsuna would make it clear that he was fair game for everyone in the nine realms as long as they left his end in Fallon's hands.

By spilling the beans on Fallon's love and child, she had pushed Fallon to the state she was in. Although, she doubted that this situation could have been prevented at all.

Then there was Negi. The thorn on her side. She certainty held no feelings for Konoka. Except, maybe, the natural anger anyone should feel in such situation. But even so, her anger had long disappeared, leaving room for neutrality. It was kind of sad how they grew up together to be best friends, lovers and then- then nothing.

Negi, the man who had dared insult her family while in her own home. Now the man who would forever wear the mark of her anger. She, of course, knew about his dungeon punishment. She just hoped that it would knock him off his high horse and wake him up.

Because Negi was no longer living his old boring life. He was in her territory, the house of the most dangerous demons, who all served their Queen loyally. And if Negi wanted to play God in the land of Lucifer, then Setsuna would sit back, relax, and watch as he was ripped apart in front of her.

Setsuna turned around and helped everyone else to look for any remains that could be salvaged.

"Fallon-sama!" The Chinese-looking twins greeted their Master gleefully. Fallon merely grunted and nodded her head, not even batting an eyelash at the sight of the fallen angel.

"What happened?" They tried to question, but Fallon was already flying away. They didn't notice the tears streaming down her eyes.

The twins glanced at each other in impassive worry, then tugged at Nero's sleeve to continue.

"Who was that?" The fallen angel had felt an enormous pressure when encountering the other woman. It was as if his body couldn't dare to breathe in her presence, afraid of angering her.

The twins smirked lightly. "The dragon you saw? That was her. Tokugawa Fallon-sama."

Nero nearly fainted on his spot.

Back in the castle, Eva and Setsuna watched the twins play with Mana and Noburu as anyone who could perform magic helped rebuild the castle in ruins. They were relaxing against a half scorched tree, with Setsuna's arms wrapped around Evangeline as she recovered from her own wounds with a little help of her demon heritage.

"Do you think she'll be okay?" Setsuna mumbled into her wife's ear. Evangeline nuzzled her shoulder, not caring about the many eyes of their old classmates watching their interaction. What she did care about, was the shift in Konoka's behavior, going from content to uncomfortable.

"I don't think she'll be okay anytime in her future." Evangeline answered in all honesty. "Losing the love of your life is hard enough. Finding that you lost a child as well?" Setsuna tightened her hold on her wife, her hands instinctively going to her stomach.

"I want Konoemon and Negi as far away from you as possible." The samurai kissed the blonde's neck softly as she drew patterns on Evangeline's stomach. "I want them to suffer, but I don't want them to die just yet." She smiled lightly as she heard the blonde laugh out loud.

"I am rubbing off on you." Setsuna kissed her cheek, then her forehead. She needed as much contact as possible. She needed the reassurance that this wasn't one freaky dream and she would wake up. Evangeline understood without the need of words. She merely encouraged her wife silently, secretly overjoyed by the public affection and Setsuna's protectiveness.

"Indeed." And they left it at that, watching in bliss as the twins jumped and 'attacked' Mana and Noburu.

Sometimes it did feel like a dream. They had a family together. They had fought and argued, like any other couple, and they had flourished into what they were to this day. Sometimes Seiko joked about how much she and Evangeline reminded her of Noburu and herself, back when he was more of a stupid fool and she was a blood-thirsty maniac. Setsuna actually took her time to compare themselves to her parents. Much to her horror, it was true.

Setsuna came off as the calm leader, just like Noburu. Once she was in charge, she would remain calm and cool as a cucumber, but inside, she would be freaking out. Behind closed doors she would whine like a child in front of her wife. She would demand a foot rub and then proceed to take Eva's beating for implying she was anything near the wife of an 'American Dream'. Setsuna had made the mistake of correcting her and saying that the America she was referring to was actually North America and not the whole continent, but another beating followed after and she learned to shut up and take it.

Eva was like Seiko in so many ways it scared Setsuna (she had heard enough mommy complex jokes for a lifetime or three). She was usually bored out of her mind, or busy doing something equally boring that somehow entertained her. Like playing chess or signing papers. She was fiercely protective and had quite the temper, often resulting in disputes with the other Kings and Queens of the lesser realms. But Setsuna wouldn't have it any other way.

"Unhand me!" Konoemon struggled against his chains. He expected Fallon to pop up at any time now and have his life.

Naomi scoffed from her chair, "Unlikely."

"Please!" He pulled at his chains again. "I- I'll do anything. I have money; connections! I can get you anything you want. But please!" Naomi lifted a disbelieving eyebrow. Was ths man for real? Did he really expect her to just throw her loyalties away?

"Yeah. No." The urge to just kill him was hard to ignore. But she knew that he was Fallon's as soon as the woman came back. She considered asking the woman to let her watch his torture.

She settled for watching him squirm under her sardonic gaze, "Maybe you should just relax and enjoy whatever freedom you have left. Make peace with your mind and all. And pray. You're gonna need those. Badly." She refrained from smiling happily as he choked on his own sobs.

Mana would be so proud later.

"Setsuna-sama!" The samurai watched with interest as Krystal and Kris approached her, closely followed by a very nervous-

Angel?

Sensing her tense stance, Evangeline placed a caming hand on her forearm, effectively preventing her from jumping into any kind of conclusion. Angels were a very rare sight in the depths of Hell. They only came down when they had no other option, and most meetings between demons and angels were held either on Earth or Heaven. It was unfair, yes, but the angels were very skeptical creatures, so the demons would follow their rules as long as they didn't flip and caused an unnecesary war.

"Kris. Krystal. What is the meaning of this?" She asked in her practised polite tone. During her few years as sovereign, she had learned to use it expertisely when it came to angels.

"His name is Nero, and he wants to help." They proceeded to tell Setsuna about how they found him near his death and helped him. Setsuna merely listened in rapt attention, never taking her eyes off the fallen angel. Nero, on the other hand, was shifting uncomfortable under her gaze. He felt naked and powerless before the samurai. And the warning daggers sent by her blonde partner were not helping with his nerves.

Setsuna's lips curled up, "Nero-san, right?" The man in question nodded tersely. "I am sorry if I made you feel unwelcome. We've had some... recent problems with foreigners." She mumbled under her breath.

"I- No, Setsuna-sama," He hesitated lightly. "I am sorry for dropping in unexpectedly. But, to be honest, I didn't really think this through." Setsuna's eyes twinkled.

"Yes, I think I get that." Nero blushed. "I would like you to stay and tell me more about you and, if possible, what you think you can do to help around here." Nero nodded his head numbly. It was just too easy. Nothing like Heaven, where he would have had to wait days to get an appointment with the secretary of the secretary of the secretary of the head angel. He actually didn't know if this woman was always like this with strangers or it was the twins who made her trust Nero a bit more. Maybe it was both.

"certainly, Setsuna-sama." Nero smiled earnestly. The woman chuckled, seeing him relax.

"Good." The samurai kissed Eva's head before standing up and nodding her head towards the castle in construction. "You may start now." She walked ahead of him. He stumbled on his feet as he caught up with her, completely dumbfounded at her easy stance and the fact that she had given her back to him. He could have easily stabbed her, the strongest woman in Hell -or so he heard-, and she simply turned her back on him.

Nero smiled. Maybe he had finally found his place, serving under a demon.

The irony.

"Do you think this is wise?" Kazuo shifted on his weight as he huffed. "The old man already ratted us out. And the head demon bitch read his mind." He growled angrily, just like every time Setsuna was remembered or mentioned.

"She's ready." Kazuo held back his growl. It wouldn't be taken kindly by the one in front of him.

"Yes, but-"

"No, Kazuo. She is ready. I made sure that there's no way she escapes." A sinister smirk. Kazuo felt himself shrink. He hated it. He hated feeling powerless; but he needed help to erase Setsuna's existence.

"Alright. I trust you." He didn't. Not really.

"Good. Because you and her are going together in your next mission." Kazuo perked up considerably. There was a distinctive glint of insanity in his dark eyes. Usually his missions helped him relieve stress. Mainly because he got to kill some demons and angels. Sometimes, if he felt up for it, a few humans that no one would miss.

"What do we do?" A dark, hollow laugh filled the room.

"Raid the palace in the Ninth Demon Realm."

It took Fallon exactly three days and two nights to snap out of her angry trance.

It was somewhere along her walk towards the dark forests of the Eighth Realm that she finally realized just how utterly pathetic she looked. She had cried and screamed when she was completely alone, and it did nothing to help her mood. If anything, it fueled her anger and frustration. She just couldn't stop thinking.

And when she glanced into her own reflection, her sad grimace turned into a bone-freezing scowl. With tightened fists and elongated fangs, she stormed out of the woods like a bat out of Hell.

The servants of the castle turned to her, startled when she just barged into the place and said, "Where the fuck is Konoemon?" In less thank seconds, seven different hands pointed towards the dungeons.

Knowing that the place had been built just like its predecessor, she took the shortest path -memorized by heart- towards the dark chambers. A small smirk appeared on her face. The anticipation made her hackles rise and her eyes redden.

"Fallon-sama." Mana greeted in a boring tone as the woman approached what she knew for sure was where they kept Konoemon chained.

"What's his state?" Fallon asked.

"Badly injured, but kept alive. All the senior demons had a go at him." Mana smirked, and Fallon couldn't find it in herself to mirror her expression, no matter how warm it made her to know how much the others cared about her. Then, Mana added, "Evangeline is inside right now. I think you will like what you see. you know how... creative she can be." Fallon nodded, having seen countless of times how cunningly evil the blonde could be if motivated. Again, Fallon felt honored that the blonde was s protective of her.

Once the small talk was over, Mana stepped aside and let the ancient demon step into the cell-cave. Evangeline never failed to deliver. It sometimes frightened Fallon how someone who looked so angelical could be so gruesome when it came to torture. But, for the blonde it was an art in which she poured all her feelings.

And Konoemon was a masterpiece.

"Is that permanent? Because if not, let me take a picture." The blonde turned, smiling toothily. Fallon saw traces of blood smearing her teeth and decided not to ask. She feared she'd find a chunk of Konoemon lying somewhere in the room, knowing fully well that she'd never keep anything of his in her stomach.

"You should have seen him on the first day. Gosh, he was so much fun." The blonde licked the remains of blood off her teeth. Fallon almost sighed in relief. "Now I fear we left him a bit broken. Or maybe it's the fact that he hasn't been able to sleep at all since you left. We wouldn't let him."

Fallon nodded, turning her head to the man who now looked at her with empty eyes. However, she still saw what was undoubtedly fear for his life dancing in his gaze. Fallon smirked as she took off her coat, taking out her many sharp weapons from her belt and placing them with the most care on top of the torture table. Evangeline too that as her cue to take off.

The blonde paused on her step as she was walking out, "Naomi placed a constant-healing spell on him. Just don't stab his heart or head and he should recover rather nicely. Oh, and he scars." With another malicious smirk, she disappeared from her sight.

Fallon drew a chair and placed it right in front of the broken man. When she considered she was at a reasonable distance, she sat down lazily on the chair, her left leg comfortable folded over the other.

"So... I'm guessing you don't like room service." The man hung his head down, not even strong enough to cry. "It's okay. I know which spell was used on you. Another two hours or so and you'll feel like new." Fallon grabbed a plate of soup and lifted it above his lips. Konoemon looked at her in a mix of gratefulness and shock.

"Why are you doing this?" His voice was not even a whisper. "Why feed me and treat me nicely? I thought that you of all people would be thrilled to-" Fallon grabbed his chin forcefully and shoved the soup down his throat, not even caring to stop when he started choking as he was unable to drink fast enough.

"Because you and I have to talk." Fallon said once the old man was finished with his food. She reached out and repeated the same action with a glass of water. "And, depending on the answer, you will have a swift death or, and listen to me, my favorite form of torture." Konoemon choked as he looked at her with widened eyes.

He gasped for air and coughed, "A-and that is?" Fallon smirked, placing her head over her hand as she looked at him with cold eyes and a gleeful smile.

"I will keep you here for the rest of your life." Konoemon let out a strangled cry. "Can you imagine? Day after day eating nothing but hard bread, bitter soup and dirty water. Day after day having demons of all realms doing the unthinkable to you. Day after day regretting your actions and wishing to just drop dead."

Konoemon shook his head and sobbed. "Please-" Fallon cut him off.

"No, Konoemon. You don't get to say anything this time." Fallon hissed in his face. "Because I'm sure you didn't listen to Seiyu when she said those exact same words, did you?" There. She had finally said her name. And just as expected, the man flinched visibly.

"And now, Konoemon, you better start. And think before you answer, because any half-ass explanation will be used against you. And believe me, Evangeline is a fluffy cloud compared to me when I'm in a bad mood."

"It should open in five minutes, sir." A beautiful woman spoke softly from her spot, her hands stretching forward, where the magical portal was being opened.

"Excellent. I suppose you know your orders already." The woman nodded lightly. "Good. Kazuo?" The man turned to his boss, smile playing at his lips. "Bring me the angel. He will be a great addition to our collection." Kazuo nodded, licking his lips eagerly.

"And Sakurazaki, sir?" The woman asked, eyes fixed on the portal. Their boss seemed to actually think about it for a minute.

"Well, she's certainly become a nuisance lately, but I promised Kazuo that he'd get to kill her eventually, so she's off limits. For now." He clarified. "Her blonde wife however... I want you to bring her to me. She'll make a remarkable specimen." He waved them off as he turned to walked away. "You can kill the rest. I only need you to bring chaos at their doorstep." The portal finally opened.

Kazuo took off first, jumping inside the swirling circle and leaving the woman behind.

She was about to jump inside as well when the voice of her boss called her.

"Seiyu."

She paused. Then turned to him.

"You know what to do."

She nodded, then jumped inside the portal.

I've been dying to update this xD

There you go, Paula! Finished, so IN YOUR FACE!

Dedicated to SIsilica. I hope all goes better in your life, and that this little gift gets to you and lightens up your day.