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Deep in the Duat, Apophis seethed.

He was vast and infinite, an uncontrollable force.

But his brothers had trapped him in their first home, the sea of chaos. In the beginning he hadn't minded so much. But then he discovered, that while he was infinite, his home no longer was. He was cramped and cold. And even worse, as reality expanded, he began to feel it's presence. The putrid sent drove him mad. He didn't understand, how could his brothers live in such impurity? How could anything they made be fit for more than target practice?

He had tried to bring reality down before; and that failure stung. He had counted on the loyalty of his littlest brother, only to be betrayed. And he had been rash, he had rushed in without planning. But tucked away, he had millennium to plot and plan. And soon, if everything went to according to plan, reality would be crushed beneath the weight of his armies.

But something had to be done about the youngest Holloway.

"Liz."

She could dam well muck up the whole thing. If Blake's plan failed to work...

"Liz!"

Elizabeth Holloway blindly lunged forward as she awakened. She ended up knocking into Lucifer before she was awake enough to know where she was.

"Sorry." She said.

"It's okay. You want to talk about it?" He asked.

"Talk about what?" Liz got up to put on a pot of coffee. This hadn't been her first dream about the Sea of Chaos, since the attack on Orlando she'd begun to have them every night. But this had been the first one featuring Apophis himself, and the first one Lucifer had noticed.

He grabbed her wrist. "You know what. You were having a nightmare, and I can tell it was a bad one. And you haven't had one like that in a while."

"It wasn't a nightmare, not really."

"Then what was it?"

"I don't want to talk about it." Because, really, what would she say? She shrugged her arm out his grip and made her way into the kitchen.

She put up a pot of coffee and then grabbed two pieces of bread and shoved them in the toaster.

Liz heard Lucifer rummaging around the bedroom, getting dressed. He had spent the past month trying to bring hell to order. Most of the demons had complied right away, but a few didn't like the fact that their king was a full powered archangel and that he expected them to fight alongside other angles.

She and Gabriel had been busy marshaling the pagans, the fae, and the children of Eve. The fae were creatures of magic, and they had sensed the rise in Chaos activity. They were eager to help. The pagans were creatures of magic too, but they were stubborn as mules and some were refusing to work with angles and demons. And Eve's first children believed the Rise of Chaos was happening, but some of the individual packs took work to convince.

Lucifer came into the kitchen just as the coffee was ready. He poured them both a mug and sat down across from her. His stony expression made it clear that he was frustrated with her.

Liz wanted to apologize, but apologizing would mean explaining. And Lucifer would drive himself crazy with worry if he knew. So she didn't say anything, and neither did he.

They ate the entirety of breakfast in silence.

"Well I've got to be going now." Lucifer said breaking the silence.

"Okay, have a good day." Liz said.

He vanished with hardly a sound.

Liz finished her breakfast and pulled her phone out to check reports. All of the major packs of the children of Eve had agreed, and most of the smaller packs had too. Only a few in the Midwest remained unconvinced. As for the pagans, the Egyptians were the first out of anyone to jump in, and She and Gabriel had convinced the Norse and the Hindu Pantheons. Some of the smaller Pantheons had joined voluntarily, without being asked. The Hindu, Egyptian, and Norse were well respected and the reason the other Pantheons had probably joined easily was because of their presence. She and Gabriel both thought that if they got the Greco-Romans (another well respected Pantheon) to join then it would be easy to convince the others.

The hunters were slowly being convinced. Liz had contacted Bobby, the Harvelle's, and the Winchesters for help, and they had agreed. The Winchesters were infamous, most hunters had stopped at the Roadhouse at one point or another, and everyone knew Bobby. So, slowly, the hunters were agreeing. Occasionally she'd get calls in the middle of the night by hunters demanding to know if Chaos really was really rising. But those were happening less frequently now.

What worried her was the fact that chaos had been quiet for a month now. Everyone knew what the attack on Orlando signified, but there was no sign of Chaos demons. Liz might of thought that the attack on Orlando was an isolated incident; if not for the fact that Chaos energy was increasing exponentially on a global scale.

And the fact that her dreams were featuring the Sea of Chaos every night were also worrying.

The only good thing about them was that she forgot the details soon after she woke up. They were usually just about the general Chaos that existed in that realm. But last night's dream, it had been about Apophis. he had let slip something important, something about her. But for the life of her she couldn't remember what it was.

Liz tried to put the dream from her mind. She had to get ready for negotiations and then she had to go pick up Lionel. Lionel had objected strongly to being excused from the negotiation process, saying that as he was Lyall's heir, he should be helping convince other werewolf packs to join the cause.

But because Lionel was hotheaded and completely incapable of taking any gruff, and supernatural creatures in general are fond of dishing out gruff. Having Lionel in the room during delicate negotiations seemed like a recipe for disaster.

But Lionel insisted on being part of negotiations, so Liz was bringing Lionel with her to Olympus. Gabriel was bringing his son, Sleipnir, to distract Lionel so he couldn't cause trouble.

*SPN*

Gabriel knew today wasn't going to be a good day when they walked into the Hall of Olympus and found that Zeus was in more of a Jupiter mood today.

Fast-forward about thirty minutes and they've gotten absolutely nowhere. Hell, they've actually gone backwards. Jupiter has been insisting on revisiting and then disagreeing on everything that Zeus had agreed to the previous day. Hera's been trying to talk sense into her husband for the entirety of the session. But, as usual, she is having no success whatsoever.

If he strained, Gabriel could hear Sleipnir and Lionel talking. At the moment they were laughing about something. At least they were having a good time. At the moment he and Liz were trying to explain to Jupiter why it was unreasonable to demand Shiva's death from the Hindu Pantheon for something that happened over three centuries ago. Liz appeared to be completely calm on the surface, but judging from the tension in her neck, she was nearing her breaking point. And so was he.

Gabriel was about to suggest they take a break when an explosion rocked the earth.

Beside him Hera gasped. "Chaos Demons!"

Well thank you captain obvious!

Gabriel summoned his weapon and around him Liz, Jupiter, and Hera did the same.

Then they exited the temple and joined the fray.