Even as Ana was careening through the cosmos, she strained her eyes to see if she could catch a glimpse of the three rotating lights, hoping they were pursuing her once again. But the far off stars and galaxies seemed to be the only things illuminating the black void around her, and she hoped that Pennywise was still on Earth somewhere waiting for her and wasn't off in space for some reason. She knew it was unlikely as he didn't really like leaving the town, let alone the planet after having made it is home for so long, but she was becoming anxious that she would come back and he wouldn't be there. She didn't think she could handle it if she was apart from him any longer.

A surge of joy ran through her when she felt her feet hit something solid and the pearly white around her dissipated. Her eyes had to adjust for only a few moments before she took in the scenery around her; she was back in the sacred area in the woods, standing upon the large boulder that she had been forced upon right before going back to Dulcis. She looked around her, expecting something to happen, some sort of ambush or greeting. But the trees around her were still, and the noise in the vicinity minimal, hearing only a few songbirds start up their chirps again after being disrupted by her arrival. She took a deep breath to calm her nerves, knowing she had been on edge constantly for quite some time, and now that she was utterly alone, it made her feel even more uneasy.

It gave her an opportunity to figure out how much of her abilities she had lost on the trip back to Earth. The first thing she did was look down at her hands, finding that her skin was back to its pale, non-glowing human color. She ran a hand through her hair and pulled some in front of her face. It was dark auburn, not bright blue. And then in a small panic, her hand went over her lower belly, and fear ran through her as she wondered how all of this would effect the growing being inside of her. But once she realized that she had obviously conceived on Earth and was supposedly still pregnant while on Dulcis, then theoretically it should have survived.

Reaching behind her back, Ana was disappointed not to feel wings through the white robes that had somehow survived the journey. She wished she had had a longer flight when she had the chance. Her heart started to race as she anticipated losing everything she had worked so hard to gain, and hopped down from the large rock and jogged over to a tree. Without pause, she balled her hand into a fist and smashed it into the trunk. Her hand crashed through and splintered the bark easily, punching a large hole through it and causing the tree to shake violently. She whooped in delight, pulling her hand back out. She had broken her skin in numerous places, and right before her eyes it began to mend itself, little shards of bark being pushed out of her wounds and falling down to the ground.

All at once she wasn't just hoping to see Pennywise. She wanted to see Lamia, too.

Ana cursed under her breath, knowing that her journey back to Derry would be a long one. She was about to start out of the woods on foot, when she turned her attention back towards the boulder. As she went back over to it, she found the golden glowing sphere sitting in the middle of it, the same one that had been used to open the portal in the first place. She reached down and grasped it in her hand, wondering if destroying it was the best plan. But there was no desire to go back to her fairy homeland, and the last thing she wanted was for some of them to come back to Earth and disrupt her life again. So she smashed it down onto the rock with all of her strength, a loud noise like a gong being struck sounding through the clearing as metal struck mineral. It didn't shatter or disintegrate like she had hoped, and as she studied the sphere in her hand, she noted that it looked cracked now, but still maintained its glow. She tried to smash it again. Again. It cracked more and more, but still shined up at her like the gleam of a mischievous child's eyes. Ultimately, she decided to take it with her, hoping that Pennywise would have a solution.

She had been walking through the forest for about ten minutes, hoping that she was going in a direction that would lead her to a road, when a pulsating shiver began to work its way up her spine. Laughter began to rise up out of her throat as the familiar pleasurable feeling started to overwhelm her senses, having not felt it in what seemed like eternity, and she started to call out for her lover as she felt him draw closer.

"I'm here, Penny!" she yelled, and was about to repeat herself when she saw movement out of the corner of her eye. She whipped around to face it, letting out a noise between a laugh and a sob as she took in the glorious sight of Pennywise the Dancing Clown standing a few yards away from her in the trees. The look on his painted features was unreadable at first, the corners of his red lips pointed downwards, his golden eyes narrowed as he stared at her. She was about to spout off something sarcastic, like 'don't look so happy to see me', but she knew without a doubt he was wondering if his eyes were deceiving him, if he should trust that she was really there. She didn't know if she was just projecting the thoughts onto him, or somehow she was now able to read his feelings. But that wasn't the moment to figure it out.

Ana ran over to him in a flash, and she saw his face break into a toothy smile just as she came close enough to throw her arms around his torso. She pressed her body into his, the familiar feeling of his lean frame making her feel safe and warm. He must have felt the same, as she felt a vibration run through his broad chest, almost like he was purring.

"My sweet girl," he growled lowly, one gloved hand gently cradling the back of her head as they embraced, his other arm encircling her so tightly that she almost had a hard time catching her breath. "Pennywise is so happy to see you!"

"Me too, Penny," she said, nuzzling her face into the silk covering his form, taking in his familiar musty scent, hoping that she'd never have to struggle to remember it ever again. "I missed you so much!"

The clown planted a kiss on the top of her head. "Your hair isn't blue," he mused, and Ana laughed and pulled away so she could look at him. The butterflies in her stomach started to dance all over again when she took in his features, feeling utterly ecstatic just to be able to let her eyes fall on his again.

"Does that disappoint you?" she teased, reaching up to place a hand behind his large head and pull it down towards her, starting to plant kisses along his jawline.

"Pennywise doesn't care what color your hair is," he said gruffly, and he moved to grip her face in his hands, pulling her into a long, passionate kiss. She nearly melted as his plump ruby lips moved with hers, and his limber tongue began to explore every part of her mouth. A satisfying throbbing started in her groin, and she let out an uninhibited moan as his hand lazily trailed its way down to lightly stroke it over her white robes. Then in one sudden movement, his hands moved to grip her hips roughly, hoisting her up with little effort, and she instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist. She felt his hardened cock pressing into her core as he walked them over to the nearest tree, pressing her into in unceremoniously, making her hit her head just a little. It made her giggle.

Layers of silver and white cloth were pushed aside without a second thought, and the entity was thrusting into her without reserve, Ana's cries by far the loudest noise in the surrounding woods. He was moving in and out of her so quickly and with so much force that he was grunting from the effort, the guttural sounds making Ana even more aroused, her moans of pleasure increasing in volume. When they finished, Pennywise still kept her pinned to the tree for a few peaceful moments, planting slow, lazy kisses down her neck and collarbone.

"Love you," came Pennywise's gravelly voice, the words coming between kisses and nibbles on her ear. Ana looked at him and smiled, her fingers slowly combing through his orange, fluffy locks.

"I love you," she replied quietly. To her, this was the perfect moment, and she wanted it to last forever. But there were a lot of other things in the back of Ana's mind that she knew they needed to deal with, and already they were starting to flood back to the surface. "Penny, there's something we need to talk about, and it's pretty important."

The cosmic entity slowly let her down to the ground, his arms still wrapped around her as though he never wanted to let her go. She looked up at him, wondering if he had already read her mind and knew, growing fearful of how he was going to react to all of this. Just as she opened her mouth to start telling him, however, something else distracted her in an instant.

It wasn't just a feeling; it was an innate knowledge that Lamia was nearby, almost as if her subconsciousness had some sort of security system that warned her of impending danger, and Lamia had just crossed the threshold. Ana didn't even have to look around to spot her, as she automatically turned towards where the blonde entity was now standing after pulling herself out of Pennywise's arms.

"You should have come earlier, you just missed the show," Ana sneered, taking a step towards her. She fought back the laughter that was threatening to burst out of her as she took in her disheveled appearance once again.

"Little fairy, you just can't seem to stay away, can you?" Lamia responded, her one eye glaring at Ana with pure hatred. "I went through all that trouble to get you home, give you back to your family and your betrothed, and yet here you are."

"They're all dead. There's not much there for me anyway," Ana said. Lamia was about to respond, when Pennywise's laughter interrupted them.

"You killed him!" Pennywise said, and Ana knew he was starting to see her memories. "That arrogant little fairy thought he was going to marry you, and you stuck him like a pig!" He was doubling over in laughter now, as if the thought was the most amusing thing ever. "And your father, you let him die without a second thought, you beautiful, naughty little thing!"

Ana saw panic run across Lamia's features, and Ana smiled at her, feeling a smug satisfaction as the evil entity finally started to wonder what danger she was in now. "That's right, I did," Ana replied.

"Is that supposed to make me feel afraid of you?" Lamia said, barely audible above the laughing clown. "I've done things far worse, things you can't even imagine!"

"And...you met the goblin matron," Pennywise continued on, almost as if he were the only contribution to the conversation, that he wasn't hearing the exchange between Ana and Lamia. Ana looked up at him to study is his face, because now the laughter had died completely. "And...you're pregnant."

Ana wanted to keep staring at her lover, to gauge his reaction to this realization, but she couldn't give Lamia the chance to attack first. If Lamia was ever going to kill her, it would be now, in a jealous, impassioned rage. She didn't have time to try to convince Pennywise to kill her, something she had tried to do numerous times in the past and had failed. So without hesitation, she turned towards Lamia, who now looked absolutely mortified and enraged, and charged her. As she crashed into Lamia and knocked her forcefully to the ground, the young entity let out a screech of surprise. Lamia tried to punch and scratch with her one arm as Ana moved to straddle her at the hips and keep her pinned to the ground. One of Lamia's swipes connected, and Ana let out a howl of pain as claws slashed across her chest. In response, she grabbed onto Lamia's wrist with both hands, giving her arm a forcefully yank; there was a sickening pop as the shoulder was dislocated, and Lamia was screaming now.

"I suppose I should thank you," Ana said through heaving breaths, now not having to put much effort into keeping Lamia in place. "If you hadn't sent me back home, I wouldn't have gotten the strength to kill you."

"I'll rip that baby right out of you!" Lamia bellowed, and suddenly Pennywise was crouched right beside them. Ana was almost startled at the expression on his face, as it was the angriest she had ever seen him look, and she had seen him pissed off quite a bit. The clown reached towards the blonde as if he was going to place his hand on her neck, but Ana gently pushed it away.

"She's mine," she said gruffly, and Pennywise looked at her in surprise for a second before slowly nodding. Ana felt relieved that Pennywise was letting her call the shots with this, and after taking a deep breath she turned back to the writhing, shrieking blonde beneath her.

"Master! Please reconsider this! You know I'll do anything - " Lamia was yelling, and Ana interrupted her pleas with a hard punch to the face. She felt cheek bone crack beneath her, and the entity started to scream in pain again.

"You're done making requests of him," Ana said, malice dripping from her voice. "You're done manipulating him, and interfering with our lives." Ana was about to wrap her hands around Lamia's throat, when she felt a sudden tug on her mind, and the sudden desire to let the goth girl free; Ana shook her head as if it would rid her thoughts of the intruding influence, knowing Lamia was pulling her focus from controlling Pennywise and trying to do it to her.

"Fuck you!" Ana yelled, and she jabbed her thumb into Lamia's remaining eye. The woods around them were filled with screams of anguish combined with Pennywise's delighted laughter, and it didn't stop even after Ana completely gouged the optical organ from its socket and had casually thrown it aside, likely to be some animal's dinner later on.

Lamia stopped shrieking some time after, now only tired sobs escaping her throat. "All I wanted was to please you, Dominus." Ana started to feel a twinge of sympathy for the mutilated woman, starting to sense without a doubt that being with the Eater of Worlds truly had been Lamia's only intention, that everything else had been done to serve that purpose, not out of malevolence.

Ana wondered if part of her retained fairy powers included knowing others' intentions; not necessarily reading their thoughts or memories, but feeling their emotions and auras. But the sympathy she was feeling was minuscule compared to the hatred that ran through her now. She reached for a softball-sized rock that was lying nearby, and brought it down onto Lamia's temple as hard as she could. Skull cracked beneath her, blood spraying the surrounding area, and Ana was surprised that it only took one blow to actually kill the entity. She must be a lot stronger than she thought.

She sighed, about to stand, when Pennywise placed a gloved hand on her arm to stop her. Ana was about to ask what he was doing, when she saw lights starting to shine through Lamia's empty eye sockets. Ana had nearly forgotten that she need to destroy the lights inside of her to truly kill all of her.

As the small, rotating orbs started to leave Lamia's body, Ana quickly cupped her hands around them, hoping that would be enough to keep them in place. She started to focus all of her energy there, and her fingers and palms quickly started to vibrate and glow red-hot. The lights tried to escape her grasp, and Pennywise acted quickly, blocking the escape with his own hands. Lamia's essence started to turn red from the energy flowing through Ana, and a hissing noise indicated that they were being burned.

Ana nearly fell over from the burst of energy that shot through her, and finally Lamia's lights had ruptured and disappeared in a sparkling display of falling red and white sparkles. "Is it over? Is she dead?" Ana asked in a mild panic, and Pennywise pulled her to her feet, brushing dirty and leaves from her bottom like the state of her robes were the most important thing ever right then.

"She's dead, sweet girl."

"Oh, thank god," Ana gasped. She barely noticed the clown continuing to fuss over her; now, he was tugging at the top of her robes.

"You're bleeding," he said, trying to pull them off so he could get a better look at the gashes that Lamia had made in her chest.

"So? I've bled before. I'm fine," Ana said, smiling as he managed to tug them off and leave her standing naked in the middle of the woods. "Well, this is cold."

"You're carrying my offspring. Pennywise gets to decide when you're fine," he responded shortly, and then he let out a short 'hmmph'.

"What is it?" she said, not really caring at the moment, because he had mentioned that she was pregnant and didn't seem disgusted about it.

"Your wounds, they're not there."

"I heal fast now. In addition to a lot other things we probably don't know about." Pennywise locked eyes with her then, trying to sift through her mind and know every little thing that had happened on Dulcis. "Can I have my clothing back?"

She held up her arms and he pulled them over her body forcefully, all focus now on going through her mind instead of on being gentle. She giggled when he scooped her up in his arms then, starting to trudge through the trees.

"Good that stupid Valdis fairy is dead. Or I'd feel the need to go there and kill him myself," he grumbled as he walked.

"It was pretty satisfying killing him," Ana replied. "Did you know you have like an entire religion devoted to you, Penny?" she asked then, referring to the Sordidus.

"Pennywise has always had devotees and worshipers," he said nonchalantly.

"And you just don't care?"

"No. Why should I?"

"They helped me a lot, Penny. I probably would have been executed if they hadn't interfered." She expected him to argue, or to have some nasty retort, but he was silent for a few moments.

"What would my sweet girl have me do?"

"I guess I don't know. It's not like you can go there, they live on the same planet as the fairies."

They spoke in more detail of the Sordidus as they traveled through the trees, and they discussed the possibility that Pennywise could try to visit them one day, if he felt he could resist the temptation to kill and eat fairies if he went. They talked more in depth of Ana's experiences on Dulcis, and she asked him why she was able to destroy Lamia's essence lights with her hands. Pennywise explained that it was probably one of the defense mechanisms that Maturin had originally given the fairies, along the same lines as their innate ability to make Pennywise sick if he killed and consumed any of them.

"Penny, I'm a lot faster than I was before. If you let me walk or even run we could be home faster."

"No. You need to rest," he said stubbornly, continuing to carry her in his arms. He insisted on making the trek through the woods, and then he changed into Robert and stole them a car to drive back to Derry once they reached a road. Ana kept wanting to ask him more about his feelings on her pregnancy, but she chickened out every time she was about to do it. Finally, Robert turned to look at her as they drove, giving her a concerned side glance.

"Why won't you just ask me how I feel?" Robert asked, and Ana bit her lip, looking out the window to avoid his gaze.

"Because I don't know if I want to know."

"Well, I'm happy about it, Ana. I am."

Ana turned to look at him in surprise. "Really, you are?"

"Of course I am."

"Oh, I'm so relieved!"

Robert started laughing. "Why wouldn't I be happy?"

"I don't know how eternal entities feel about reproducing!" she replied, throwing up her hands. "For all I know you'd think if it as some sort of competition or something. I didn't even know you even could get me pregnant. Did you?"

"It's not something I'd ever really thought of before," Robert said truthfully. "But yes, once I declared you my mate, then it's possible even though you're of a lesser species."

"Well that might have been nice to know," Ana mumbled.

"It didn't cross my mind. And regardless, you should feel privileged."

Ana smiled, wanting to protest or say something snarky, but as arrogant as the statement sounded, she did feel privileged. Not only did she feel that way because he was some powerful cosmic being, but because she loved him with everything that she had.

"So...do you know what this baby is going to be like?" she asked timidly.

"What do you mean?"

"Like, is it automatically going to be a shapeshifter? Am I going to give birth to a big, hairy spider?"

"I don't know."

"How would I even give birth to a spider? What if it shifts into a toddler while it's in there? Is it going to eat flesh? Is it going to eat my flesh while in the womb?"

"I don't know."

"How do you not know? Who does know? Someone has to!"

"You have a lot of questions."

"Well, yeah!"

"This isn't something that happens all that often, so it's not common knowledge, Ana. I've existed since before time was even fathomed and I haven't reproduced before. How would anyone else know what expect?"

What Robert was saying didn't make Ana feel any better, and she started to feel more and more anxious as more possibilities began to flood her mind.

"Please stop worrying so much. If having offspring between the two of us is possible, then you should trust that it will work just fine," Robert said, reaching over and grabbing her hand in his to reassure her.

"Easy for you to say. You were just there for the fun part."

"I'll be there the entire way through, sweet girl."

"Do you promise, Penny?"

"I promise. I love you," Robert said sweetly, turning to look at her with large, beautiful eyes. It calmed her down a bit, and she sighed and sat back in her seat. She was even able to drift off to sleep, waking when the car came to a stop. She realized that they were back in Derry, something she never thought she could be so happy about. Robert insisted on helping her out of the car and carrying her into Neibolt house, much like a groom would carry his bride across the threshold on their wedding night.

Being back in the house was one of the best feelings in the world to Ana. It looked exactly the same as the last time she had seen it, and it thrilled her knowing that Lamia would no longer be coming over for surprise visits. She took a long, relaxing bath, and then joined Robert in the bed. He seduced her almost instantly, but their lovemaking was much sweeter and more attentive as compared to their latest romp in the woods. After, Ana laid on her back with Robert on his side and curled up to her, his face resting on her belly as he took in her scent and told her how miserable he had been when she was gone.

He even told her all about his latest play time with the Losers. She was caught off guard at first that he had chosen to kill so many of them, and she held back her grimaces as he described cruelly murdering Ben in front of a devastated Beverly. But she didn't attempt to reprimand him for it, and part of her barely even cared at this point, because as he was telling her about all the horrible things he had done to his 'friends', he was lovingly stroking her belly and planting it with soft kisses. All that she cared about right then was that he was excited for the child that was growing inside of her, and that with the majority of the Losers gone there would be less things wanting to potentially come and harm her baby. That made all of the horrendous things the two of them had done just fine, in her mind.