Note: You all thought we forgot about Ciel, didn't you? Fools. We remember literally every plot point we've ever written. We are the greatest writers.

"So, there I was," Ciel began, waving her arms out in front of her mysteriously, "trapped in a dark room with no hope of escape. I could see the Relic of Choice off in the distance, but there was a problem: between me and the Relic were a hundred beefy hunks, hung like horses and ready to plow me like a snowy day. I knew right then and there that if I was going to finish my mission, I was going to have to suck dick like my life depended on it. The ultimate question was before me: start with the shaft? Or start with the balls—"

"I'm sorry," Salem suddenly interrupted with an angry grunt. "Um…what the fuck is going on here?"

Ciel looked at Salem, and Salem looked at Ciel, and Ciel looked at Salem, and Salem looked at Ciel, and Ciel looked at Salem, and Salem looked at Ciel, and Ciel looked at Salem, and Salem looked at Ciel, and Ciel looked at Salem, and Salem looked at Ciel, and Ciel shrugged.

"I'm…I'm telling my story," Ciel stated. "My fun little sexy side adventure explaining how I gathered all four Relics. Isn't…isn't that like really obvious?"

Salem looked around the room, flabbergasted and frustrated, trying to find the words to describe her very unhappy feelings. "I…I just…what the hell? I'm sorry, but…is this really a thing that's going to happen now?"

No one seemed to respond. Not Weiss, bound and constrained, or Cinder, bound and constrained, or Penny, or Neo, or the MILFS—especially not Yang or Blake either, who were busy drooling all over themselves as their skulls were roughly penetrated by slimy, slick tentacles.

"Are we just having a fun little story time now?" Salem asked, exasperated. "Is that what's going on? Seriously? Like, we're just okay with this now? I'm doing my own little thing, my own happy little thing, and then this bitch just shows up with the Relics, and now what? Now it's all about her? Now we go on a wacky tangent for an hour about how many whores she slept around with in fucking Nobody-ville? Like, what is actually happening here? Does anyone know?"

As a matter of fact, someone did know, but they were keeping quiet. Pyrrha, who much like everyone else in the room, was trapped by a thick webbing of tendrils sticking to every inch of her creamy smooth skin, actually did remember something or other about asking Ciel to go retrieve the Four Relics. It was all part of their master plan. She knew it was incredibly likely that people had forgotten about the point of this orgy in the first place, what with the fucking and the sucking and the incest and the creampies and the sex contests and the rap battles and the murder incest. Yet, she had remembered quite clearly. Their ultimate goal was to film a lesbian orgy so wild, so hot, so sexy to the brim that they could broadcast it all over the world and seduce them all simultaneously. Then, they would summon back the Two Brothers, and the Gods, upon seeing the world at peace with itself, would restore humanity to its proper state, eliminating the Grimm and saving them all. Of course, she had believed that plan had all gone straight to Fuckedtown, which she assumed was located somewhere next to Nobody-ville, possibly even on Not-A-Goddamn-Chance Lane. However, with the Relics now in her sight, she had to wonder…

What would happen if they were all reunited?

Of course, that seemed like a distant possibly with Salem holding her back and standing in her way. The Grimm Mistress planted her hands on her hips, looking around the audience expectantly, still hoping someone would tell her who this random woman was who suddenly showed up on her doorstep and interrupted her fun. Ciel also looked out expectantly toward the audience, waiting for one of them to say something along the lines of, "Wow, it's Ciel!" or "You're so cool, Ciel!" or even "It's the Great and Powerful Ciel, our Lord and Savior." Yet, none of the captive women said much of anything, which slowly started to eat away at the young Huntress's mind.

"Wait a second," she said cautiously. "You guys do know who I am, right? I'm Ciel! Everyone's favorite side character! You all remember me, don't you?"

No one answered.

"What? Seriously? Remember, I was in the Vytal Festival? My team made it through to the quarter-finals? Remember that?"

Everyone awkwardly looked at each other, but no one spoke up.

"Come on, really? Penny?" Ciel asked in surprise, catching a glimpse of the redheaded robot sticking out amidst the crowd. "Don't you remember me?"

Penny searched her memory banks for an answer, but just shook her head. Well, actually, she couldn't shake her head, as it was brutally sandwiched between the asses of two women she had never met. But she still voiced her lack of acknowledgment.

"I'm sorry. I don't recall you at all."

"What?" Ciel cried in shock. "I was your teammate!"

Penny paused for a moment, raising an eyebrow. "Ruby?"

"What—no! Ciel! Ciel Soleil!"

"I don't remember teaming with any Cells, plant or animal," Penny said simply. "I remember teaming up with Now-Deceased Friend Ruby a lot. Was she my teammate?"

"Ruby? Ruby wasn't even on our team!" Ciel said angrily. "I seriously can't believe you don't remember me. I was your guardian. I have a fun little jewel on my forehead. Look at it! Look at how fun it is! I have a very distinct personality and backstory!"

Penny just sighed. "My apologies, Stranger Cell. I had to remove unnecessary data from my storage unit in order to make rooms for the new programs teaching me how to perform sexual favors. You must have been removed."

"By accident, I hope!" Ciel growled. "I am not unnecessary! Does anyone else here think I'm unnecessary?"

Salem threw her arms up in the air in dismay. "No one even knows who you are!"

"I'm Ciel!"

"You've said that!"

"Because it's my name!"

"Your name is actually Cell!" Penny corrected her.

"Don't correct me on my own fucking name! I'm Ciel. C-I-E-L. It rhymes with…um…hold on, what rhymes with Ciel?"

"How the hell should I know?" asked Salem. She turned to Blake with a snarl. "Blake, you're good with poetry. What rhymes with Ciel?"

"Blllllllaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrgggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhh," said Blake, her tongue flopping around like a beached salmon.

Salem shook her head. "That doesn't rhyme with Ciel at all."

Suddenly, Neo's voice rang out from the crowd, eager to share a memory that struck her out of the blue. "Hey, wait a second! I remember you!"

Ciel's face suddenly lit up, and she searched the crowd to find the wonderful, optimistic, inspiring voice that had reached out to her like a guiding light from the heavens. "You do? You actually remember me?"

"Yeah," said Neo, pursing her lips. "I'm pretty sure your dead."

And then Ciel's smile immediately vanished, snuffed out before it ever had time to fully blossom.

"What?"

"Yeah. You died at Beacon, right?" Neo said, thinking very hard about it.

"Huh? No, I didn't."

"Hey, don't be too mad, sister," Neo said understandingly. "Everyone also thought I died at Beacon, too. Then, several months later, I dramatically revealed to the world that I was still alive. I assume that's what happened to you."

"I didn't die!" Ciel said sternly. "I am very much alive. I didn't even come close to dying at Beacon."

"Pretty sure you did."

"No, I didn't."

"But you did, though."

"I'm standing right here!"

"Because of the dramatic reveal."

"No! Not because of a reveal!"

"Then you aren't revealing yourself right now?"

"I mean, I am, but not in this context—"

"So, you died."

"I didn't!"

"You did die."

"I didn't die!"

"You did die."

"I didn't die!"

"You did die."

"I didn't die!"

"You did die."

"I didn't die!"

"…"

"I didn't die!"

"You didn't die!"

"I did die!"

"You didn't die!"

"I did die!"

"You didn't die!"

"I did die! For the love of God, how many times do I have to say it?" Ciel screamed at the top of her lungs. "I died at Beacon! I'm dead! I'm fucking dead! I am absolutely, one hundred percent de—"

Ciel suddenly froze, blushing with embarrassment. Neo just laughed heartily at her expense.

"Ha! Works every time!"

Salem groaned audibly, collapsing her head into her hands. Emerald gingerly prodded her in her thick hip, leaning in cautiously toward her master.

"Lord Salem, are you okay?"

Salem moaned loudly in displeasure.

"Lord Salem? Would you like another massage to cheer you up?"

Salem dragged her hands down her cheeks, feeling the strain of the entire world on her shoulders.

"You know, Emerald?" Salem said carefully. "I just…sometimes I feel like I just can't."

"Can't what? Can't deal?" Emerald asked glumly.

"Yes, Emerald. I 'cannot deal', as the youth say," Salem noted regretfully. "I mean, seriously. Look at this. I am supposed to be having the time of my life here. A simple Slut-Off ending with the contestants getting brutally tentacle raped in their brains. Is that really something so hard? Yet, it seems that at every interval, something new arises to prevent me from accomplishing my goal. One of my sluts loses an arm. The other loses interest in incest. Random fights break out in my audience, and now, this random woman who no one has ever heard of shows up in possession of the Four Relics that I have been searching for over the course of millennia all without any explanation."

"Doesn't that make you happy, though?" Emerald asked slyly. "I mean, you've been trying so hard to get ahold of them, but Ozpin has always gotten in the way. Now, Ozpin is nowhere to be seen, and the Relics are right over there. You can take them at any moment."

"Yeah, I could," Salem said glumly, "but where's the fun in that, Emerald? I was planning on becoming a world conqueror. I was going to march from continent to continent, murdering and pillaging and fucking my way to ruling over Humanity. I had this whole Four Whores-men thing going on. I was so excited. The Relics would have been my reward for succeeding in my goals. Now, it's just like…oh. There they are. No build-up. No drama. How unsatisfying. A bit like when you use cheat codes in a video game to give yourself invincibility. Sure, you win, but how is that emotionally rewarding?"

Emerald reacted suspiciously. "Wait, don't you technically have cheat code-like invincibility in real life? Actually, better question: you play video games enough to know what cheat codes are?"

Salem nodded. "I'm not completely out of touch with the kids these days? Mercury played me in some games at the base. My favorite was some colorful go-kart competition where many different-colored plumbers battled to the death. It taught the valuable lesson that one could be so self-assured of their victory—only to have it all taken away from them at a moment's notice with the vengeful shell of death. What a perfect metaphor for Humanity's folly."

Emerald supposed that she never thought of that game like that. She doubted that anyone had ever interpreted that game like that. Yet, the lesson made sense, and even if it didn't, she certainly wasn't going to say anything about it. Regardless, Emerald's Master was quite upset, and that was a very, very bad thing. When Salem was upset, that was when the trouble started. Emerald looked nervously at Yang and Blake, suspended in the air, having their brains jerked about by the hardcore thrusting of the tentacles. Unless she wanted to join them, she was going to have to take care of the disturbances to her Master's grand designs. That meant she would have to find some way to eliminate Ciel, or at least get her somewhere out of sight before something unsightly happened. This was still supposed to be a sexy evening, after all!

Emerald quickly hurried toward the stairs and began hurrying to the second floor, where Ciel was ranting to herself in frustration over Neo ruining her big debut. She was Ciel Soleil, a totally alive woman! She was everyone's favorite side character, dammit! Didn't anyone want to hear about her sexual escapades? Why was it when everyone talked about how side characters, her name was never brought up? Oh sure, everyone wanted to bang the robot, but she was all flesh and blood, baby! Her ass solid, but no one ever saw it because of that stupid skirt she was always wearing. Should she just rip it off right now and expose her sexy panties? No, she decided. She would probably just get mocked by Neo, who hadn't stopped heckling her from the crowd. The ice-cream assassin seemed to be taking a great amount of joy in berating Ciel, and she took even greater joy in seeing Cinder getting angrier and angrier at her presence from across the room. They all may have been held down by a net of Grimm webbing, but her mouth wasn't tied up yet.

"Hey, Ciel! What is that on your head? A beret…or a bidet?"

"That doesn't even make sense!" Ciel shouted back.

"Your ass doesn't make sense!" Neo countered. "Man, I'm just like those two old dudes from The Muppets. What were their names again? Does anyone know the names of those old-ass Muppets everyone loves?"

"No one knows!" Cinder screamed violently. "No one knows what you are talking about! No one has ever known anything you are talking about! All you do is scream nonsense, and the second I get out of these binds, I am going to chop your fucking head off!"

"You're just mad about Ruby dying!" Neo said, not at all feeling the pain of her best friend saying she wanted to murder her. "You're simply going through the stages of grief! This is anger!"

"Shut up or I will rip out your clitoris!"

"Bargaining!"

"Oh God, I'm going to put a fucking bullet in my head."

"Depression…"

"Just forget it."

"Aaaaaaaaaand acceptance."

While Cinder's mind was slowly being deteriorated by Neo's cocky insanity, Emerald hurried up the steps to get to Ciel. She felt Salem's firm glare on her back, and worse than that, she could hear Blake and Yang's struggled moans of pain and drunken, mind-destroyed ecstasy. She knew that if she wasn't able to clear up the problem, that would be her brain getting railed like a tender pussy. She bounded up the steps two at a time, careful not to trip over herself as she approached Ciel. The young Atlesian only just broke out of her rage to notice Emerald approaching her, and her senses quickly took over her. She grabbed onto the Relic of Knowledge and held it out of reach, ready to defend it from Emerald with her life. Emerald paused on the top step, trying to smile as warmly as she could despite the terrifying circumstances.

"Whoa there! Calm down!" Emerald said. Ciel, not calming down, maneuvered her foot in front in front of the Relic of Choice and kicked it down the hall like a wayward soccer ball.

"Back off, you nude she-devil!" Ciel hissed like a snake.

"Easy there," Emerald warned her. "I'm not here to hurt you. I just want to talk."

"Bullshit!" Ciel said bitterly. "You work for Salem, the sworn enemy of Huntresses like me."

"True, but—"

"You helped lead the attack on Beacon where I died—shoot! I mean, where I almost died!"

"Also true—"

"You have helped that evil Grimm bitch capture and torture many of our comrades in our fight for truth and justice."

"Yes, yes, these are all very accurate things," Emerald said through gritted teeth, glancing nervously behind her. Salem crossed her arms expectantly, waiting for the situation to play itself out before the very fed-up woman took further steps to secure her control over the foyer.

"Why the hell should I trust you? You just want these Relics all to yourself so you can fuck around with them or whatever," Ciel stated.

Emerald rolled her eyes, leaning in as close as Ciel would allow her. She knew that she had to be brief, yet gentle. Persuasive, yet kind. Firm, but evenhanded. Or else they'd be fucked.

"Listen, I really don't want to hurt you," Emerald insisted.

"Why should I trust you?"

"Well, I…I kind of don't want to say it," Emerald admitted, glancing around uncomfortably. She shifted awkwardly on the balls of her feet, hands balled by her sides, deeply annoyed by even having to think of what was currently going through her mind.

Ciel just seemed perplexed. "What? What is it?"

"Well, it's like…I want to keep you safe in particular, you know? For…for reasons."

"Reasons?"

"Yeah. Reasons."

"What reasons?" Ciel said suspiciously, pulling the Relics even further away from Emerald's disgusting grasp. "Spit it out. Don't make me hurt you."

Emerald looked around at the audience within the foyer, studying each of their faces carefully. She looked especially carefully at Salem, whose black gaze was piercing her harder than the tentacles were piercing Blake and Yang's heads. She sighed in frustration, checking her surroundings to make sure no one could hear her, and then she cautiously leaned in toward Ciel and whispered succinctly.

"Look…you're the only other woman of color in this entire goddamn mansion, okay?" Emerald admitted. "This is the most racist Kingdom on the planet, we're in the manor of a bunch of rich white folk, and Salem literally screamed the n-word like an hour ago. We've got to stick together. Got it?"

Ciel looked at Emerald.

Emerald looked at Ciel.

And Ciel silently, understandingly nodded in agreement.

And it was literally no sooner than she nodded that a black pool spontaneously appeared beneath Ciel's feet, and a mass of black tentacles shot out from under the ground.

"Okay, time's up! Let's get a move on!" Salem shouted from the center of the foyer. Emerald gasp in frustration as the tentacles quickly worked their way around Ciel's limbs before she could even fight back. They hoisted her high up into the air, suspending her upside down by her wrists and ankles, and at this point in the evening, their process had become so commonplace that they could complete it like clockwork. They tore through Ciel's clothes like butter. Wrapped around her breasts and her thighs. Prodded at her nipples. One in the throat. One in the pussy. One up the ass. Quite frankly, Salem didn't even have the patience to revel in it anymore, and Emerald was hardly surprised. Even Ciel didn't seem too bothered by it—she just hung upside, getting three holes pounded at once as the tentacles rhythmically slid in and out of her, claiming her body for their own. Salem hadn't the time to worry about one measly tentacle fucking. She had far more important things to take care of. "I'll be taking those, thank you very much."

Before Emerald could react, another mass of tentacles suddenly appeared from the swirling black pool beneath her feet, and they wrapped themselves around the Four Relics tightly, collecting the items that their master had been seeking for so long. They hurriedly brought the items down to ground level, and Emerald groaned as Salem basked in glory upon receiving them.

"Salem? What the hell? I thought you said you didn't want those Relics?"

The tentacles drooped down around Salem, presenting her the most powerful objects in Remnant with grace and beauty. Salem grinned proudly at the Relics, full of confidence in her victory.

"Oh, sweetie? Whatever gave you that idea?"

"You said it wasn't satisfying!" Emerald claimed, baffled. "You said it was like winning a game using cheat codes."

Salem simply laughed, shaking her head and cooing at her pupil's incompetence. "Oh, my dear, ignorant Emerald…I always cheat at video games."

The reaction around the room was that of stunned terror and disbelief. There was…well, there was a lot to unpack from all of this. Lots of different things to focus on. Kali was worried about her daughter's brain being destroyed by tentacle hentai. Penny was nervous that she had forgotten about an important friend from before she was a sexbot. Pyrrha was worried that her mission to bring peace to Remnant had failed. Cinder was still desperately trying to find a way to escape the webbing and cut Neo's head off, and Neo was trying to think up more jokes and pop culture references to describe her current predicament.

Yet, of all the people in the foyer—of all the sluts and the lesbians and the Huntresses and the whores—none felt more shame and fear and self-loathing than Weiss. How could she not? Her team had completely fallen apart. Ruby, her one true love, was deceased. Yang and Blake were having their minds literally torn apart. The rest of her allies were either unconscious somewhere else in the mansion, drugged out of their minds, torn into pieces by the Grimm, or captured next to her in the dark webbing. Salem had gotten her hands on all of the Relics, and whatever she would do to them, it would certainly spell doom for them all. She had lost everything. She would never be able to live up to Ruby's legacy now. She would never be able to stand proud and tell her about all of the good she had done in the world. She was just a miserable, incest-loving wretch who had failed at every possible turn. She had given in to her worst, most scandalous desires, and now look at her: stranded and alone and with no help of salvation. She looked out toward the center of the foyer weakly, seeing Salem standing tall with all Four Relics in her possession. Soon, it would all be over? Was this how it really ended, with evil triumphing over good? She didn't see any other way out. Salem had the Relics' power under her control. She had the Lamp's eternal knowledge. She had the Staff's power to create and suspend. She had the…she had the…

Weiss's eyes snapped open wide.

Wait.

Hold on a second.

"Now, my victory is at hand!" Salem decreed, raising up her arms in conquest. She looked at Blake and Yang, who were both at their breaking points. "Like, for real this time! Soon, my tentacles will cum inside of the brains of you worthless sluts, and you will be transformed into my loyal Grimm soldiers. Or, of course, you'll die. I'm down for either.

Weiss wasn't paying attention to any of that. Hold up. The Relic of Creation? Here? Right here? Wasn't that the thing was holding Atlas up in the sky? Its power was literally the only thing keeping them airborne, but it was here. Right there. They didn't seem to be falling. She felt like she would know if they were falling. It didn't look like it was activated, either.

Hang on…weren't the Relics held in Vaults? Wasn't that, like, a really important detail? How the hell did Ciel get her hands on something like those anyway?

One of the tentacles guided the Relic of Knowledge to Salem's hands, and she took the Lamp into her grasp, gazing upon it fondly. She glided her hand over its smooth surface, admiring both its smooth touch and the glorious sexual creature that lied within.

"My dear, Jinn," Salem whispered lovingly into the Lamp. "Soon, this will all be over. My revenge will be complete, and then we will reunite again. We can finally be together. We can make this work. The two of us are meant to be together. I just know it."

However, soon after Salem said that, her smile slowly faded, replaced by a strong air of suspicion. She narrowed her gaze. The room seemed to hold its breath. From atop the stairs, Emerald cast her own gaze of suspicion down at her master.

"Uh, Salem? Lord Salem? Is everything all right?"

Salem looked at the Relic closely, turning it over in her hands. She pursed her lips and spoke with diluted anger.

"What…what the fuck is this?"

Before Emerald could clarify, she heard a hard grunt from above her. She looked up just in time to see the tendrils dragging the naked Ciel through the air, bringing her directly in front of Salem at the instantaneous command of their master. The tentacles did not bother to stop fucking the hot young Huntress while they obeyed their master; after all, why give up a good pussy for just a distraction? Yet, while the tentacles in her bottom holes continued working away at her, Salem required the use of her mouth. She positioned Ciel so that the young girl was meeting her eye-to-eye while suspended upside down, and then Salem ordered the tentacle out of her mouth. It obeyed—though not before depositing a thick load of cream into Ciel's mouth, which overflowed and poured out of her face as she gasped for breath.

Salem grabbed onto the young girl's cheeks and leaned in close, drawing the sputtering girl's attention back to her. "What did you do with the real Relics?"

"The real…what?" Ciel coughed, trying to speak through the thick wad of cum coating her tongue. "Those are the real Relics."

"No, they are not," Salem declared. "I know my Jinn's Lamp. I have had that Lamp in my possession dozens of times. I know every inch of that thing, every contour, every intimate detail of that Relic's form."

"Because you've shoved it up your ass?' Ciel questioned.

"Because I am a good girlfriend!" Salem answered, though technically without denying the original claim. "The point is: that thing isn't the real Relic of Knowledge."

"What? Yes, it is."

"No, it's not."

"Yes, it is."

"No, it's not."

"I'm not doing this game again."

"Then tell me where the real Relics are!" Salem demanded, venom dripping from every word. Ciel, however, stood her ground, which was admittedly hard to do while getting the upside-down pussy pounding of a lifetime.

"They are right there!" Ciel stated firmly. "I mean, think about it. If they weren't the real Relics, why are they glowing right now?"

"What?" asked Salem, turning her head. "They aren't—"

Except, well, they were. They were glowing.

All four of them.

Wait, four?

Four…

Four…

Weiss remembered something else suddenly. Wasn't Ruby going one earlier about the importance of the number four?

The Four Relics began to glow, brighter and brighter, and the air of the room seemed to shift. There was a slight rumble beneath their feet. Against the wishes of Salem's tentacles, the Relics suddenly started to move closer to each other.

"What…what is this?" Salem asked, stepping back from the Relics.

"Don't ask me!" said Ciel. "I just gather the things."

From the audience, a concerned murmur broke out. None of the poor women bound in the foyer had any idea what was going on as the Relics started to emit a strange, blue smoke.

"They're…they're summoning?" Pyrrha muttered to herself in disbelief.

"That's not possible!" Salem cried out. "They aren't the real Relics. They can't summon the Gods. They can't do anything! They're useless."

"Well, they're doing fucking something!" Neo screamed.

The Relics drew closer and closer together, pulled together by some powerful, otherworldly force beyond any of their comprehension. Salem ordered her tentacles to pull them apart, yet no matter how hard the dark tendrils pulled, they could not stop the Relics from inching closer still.

The ground began to shake more fervently. More and more smoke pooled out of each of the Relics. The murmurs of concern amongst the captives soon grew into actives screams of panic.

"This doesn't even make sense!" Salem shouted. "What's activating them? I didn't summon the Gods now! This is all going to ruin my plan!"

"Then stop them!" Emerald screamed.

"I'm trying!" Salem shouted back. "These two assholes are way too powerful!"

Two assholes?

Two Brothers…

Two Brothers…

Weiss's mind was racing at the speed of light. The mystery was unraveling so fast that she could hardly keep up. The revelation that hit her was just now from those words was insane. It couldn't be…no, that was impossible…

"Hang…hang on a second," Weiss said, loud enough to draw the attention of most of the women near her. "Has anyone else noticed how weird that is?"

"That the Relics aren't even real and yet they are summoning the Gods?" Salem said furiously. "Yes, child. It's a little fucking weird!"

"Not that!" Weiss said frantically, unable to believe the words as they were coming out of her own mouth. She couldn't really be thinking of what Ruby was thinking of, was she? "The Two Brothers. Why Two Brothers?"

"What the hell are you talking about?" Salem said, growing more fearful as the Relics fast approached contact.

"What I mean is: everything in this universe comes in fours!" Weiss realized horribly. "Think about it. Four Relics. Four Maidens. Four Kingdoms. Four main Dust types. Four Huntsmen schools. Four team members. Four challenges in a Slut-Off. Don't you get it? If every single thing in this world comes in fours, and if the number four has some huge importance, then doesn't that mean…technically…there should be—"

The Relics made contact, and all at once, the room became consumed with an all-powerful light. The screams of fear and panic filled the air as a gigantic ray of light shot out from the top of the four connected Relics. It blasted straight through the ceiling, and Salem held her arms up to defend herself from its blinding power. Weiss looked up to the sky, her heart beating furiously in her chest, and as she looked up to the hole in the ceiling, she saw something take form in the ray of light.

Shapes.

Figures.

Descending toward them.

She finished her sentence in a fearful whisper. "Shouldn't there be four Gods?"

The ray of light suddenly ceased as soon as it began, and all at once, the foyer became silent. Then, two massive beings crashed in through the ceiling, shattering the architecture and sending debris scattered all across the foyer. Salem was barely able to dive out of the way and guide her tentacle-bound captives to safety as two gigantic creatures suddenly flew into the room, circling through the air in a rhythmic flight pattern. Weiss couldn't believe her eyes. They were huge, monsters on an enormous scale that rivaled the size of some of the most powerful Grimm. They were similar—two different types of serpents flying around each other in perfect synchronization. They came to a sudden stop, towering over the captive audience, gazing upon them as prey, and Weiss could study them more closely. One was a red cobra, its head adorned with two massive horns that curved slightly upward like devil markings. The other was a deep, navy blue, and was a mass of seven heads which all danced around each other, each adorned with a single sharp, protruding spike.

The two massive snakes looked down at their terrified audience—and then, a voice seemed to fill the room, coming from everywhere all at once. It was feminine and cruel, speaking with more of a laugh than a hiss, and when it spoke, the scarlet serpent bowed its head and opened up its mouth to the whores, displaying its dominance.

"Aw, you pathetic, little Humans," it said with delight. "You really have no idea just how fucked you are."