The Infernal Abyss.
Four Days Since The Realm's Grand Rebirth.
Ruins Of The Infernal Palace.
Entrance To Royal Bedchambers.
"~ Thirty-two Sheepies wondering on a field, thirty-two fluffy helpless sheepies!~"
"~A group of Brown and their brave Overlord came with mighty weapons abound!~"
"~The Sheepies saw and started run for their shepherd to protect them from the Browns hungry maws!~"
"~The shepherd came with pitchfork aflame! Hoping to save his sheepies from the Overlord's mighty reign!~"
"~The Overlord saw the shepherd's determination to brawl!~"
"~And the mighty master of masters enjoyed putting silly shepherd and his precious sheepies into the ground!~"
Giblet, who was currently guarding the only entrance that leads into the new Overlord's private chambers, wickedly chuckled as he sang 'A Stupidly Brave Shepherd And His Sheepies', which was one of the favoured songs for the Browns to sing. When they're bored or need a distraction without having to resort to causing chaos to entertain themselves. It was also noteworthy to know that according to Gnarl, the amusing song had existed ever since the Original Overlord raised to power over the lands of the old world, meaning that 'A Stupidly Brave Shepherd And His Sheepies' has been around for several millennia.
"~After the sheepies were slain and the shepherd's possessions were taken for the Overlord's gain!~"
"~The Minions gleefully left to find more Sheepies to delightfully maim!~"
"~And once sheepies were found, the minions gathered around!~"
"~To watch as the Overlord smash and scatter Sheepies adorable brains all over the ground!~"
The forge master laughed with glee as he energetically sang the last verse of the song. It never failed to bring a smile to Giblet as this particular verse always filled the guarding Brown head with images of hills filled with massacred sheep and peasants screaming in pain and terror as they ran in random directions whilst being covered in fire. Needless to say, that for any minion, such an idea revolving around senseless carnage and the deaths of untold thousands of sheep and their caretakers was indeed a heartwarming one.
"Urgh, would ya stop singing that damned song, Giblet!"
Giblet frowned with displeasure as Quaver came down the hallway while using his trusty jester staff/walking cane to avoid the many holes leading to the lower levels of the palace and the thousand bits of debris scattered around the hallway. The slumbering Infernal Goddess's court jester held an ugly sneer as he marched through the area containing the royal chambers and was quick to stand before the royal forge master. "You've been singing that bloody some for hours now, and I'm getting sick of hearing it!"
"Now ya know how we minions feel when ya sing one of your awful poems, Quaver." Sniped back Giblet, causing the court jester to stutter with outrage at the accusation that his poetry was awful.
"Awful? How dare you, I'll have you know Giblet that I am an artist!" Quaver huffed with indignation whilst taking out his glass eye and cleaning it with a dirty piece of cloth he found in the new Spawning Pits. "My poems have moved millions of souls to tears of joy!" The old jester proudly exclaimed while placing the glass eye back into his empty eye socket after cleaning it with the rag.
Giblet rolled his glowing yellow eyes in annoyance upon hearing Quaver's claim. "More like crying in agony for being forced to listen to the torture which you believe is poetry." The forge master had thankfully never gone to the 'Quaver Poetry Performance' that the Forth Overlord delighted in forcing the civilians of the former Glorious Empire to attend. It was probably the most evil and twisted form of torture that his previous master had ever created, and that perhaps the main reason that Gnarl approved of allowing Quaver to perform his little act of artistry on the weekends.
"What do ya want, Quaver?" Giblet asked the tattooed covered jester since it was doubtful that drama-queen like Quaver would just come all the way from the Spawning Pits just to yell at him to stop singing, even if Giblet had been doing it for a few hours without taking a moment's rest.
The court jester glared at his fellow Brown for a moment before answering. "I've come to check up on our most evil master," Quaver annoyed glare turned into a whimsical expression. "Perhaps I'll even try to perform some of the new poems I've been writing since our arrival to this new reality." Giblet deadpanned at Quaver, already knowing what the outcome would be if the jester tried to entertain the new Overlord with his awful poetry, and as amusing as the thought of Quaver getting beaten within an inch of his life was. Gnarl had ordered that the Infernal Goddess wasn't to be disturbed by anyone whilst she was sleeping. Giblet had no desire to fave an angry minion master just because Quaver wanted to impress the new Overlord.
"Not happening, Quaver," Giblet raised his beloved hammer threateningly at the jester. "I not letting you get me into trouble with Gnarl so that you can annoy new Overlord." The fact that the Overlord was asleep at the moment meant nothing as Quaver's poetry was so bad that even the unconscious could still hear and be tortured by it.
Quaver opened his yellow-toothed maw in an attempt to convince Giblet to let him through only for both minions to freeze when the sounds of sleepily groaning started echoing from within the Overlord's bedchambers. A sure sign as any of the new ruler of the Infernal Abyss awakening as no sound has ever left the room since Gnarl left it four days ago.
"Our nefarious master is awakening!" Quaver roared with excitement whilst waving his jester staff in the air. "Quick Giblet, go and inform Gnarl about this wondrous news!"
Giblet nodded while beginning to rush towards the stairway leading to the throne room. Once there, the forge master could take another pathway within the ruined seat of his new master's domain, leading to the Spawning Pits where Gnarl was currently located. The minion master was last seen conversing with Mortis about how to properly set up an Infernal Gate within the Mortal Plane using the small amount of Infernal energy generated by the Infernal Palace's surroundings.
"Whilst you're gone, I'll entertain our master!" Quaver screamed at Giblet. Who paused near the exit to the royal quarters and turned to stare at the jester with an expression that clearly told anyone with a working brain what the forge master thought of that 'idea.'
"Stupid if ya do that, then the Overlord will…." Giblet paused, and if this were an anime, then a lightbulb would've gone off above the Brown's head. Giblet grinned evilly, hidden from Quaver's view thanks to the Brown minion's protective mask used to protect himself while forging.
"Yes, yes, go entertain new master while I fetch Gnarl!" Withholding the urge to laugh like a maniac, Giblet raced down the stairway, leaving Quaver behind to 'entertain' the awakening Overlord, hopefully. By the time he comes back with Gnarl, Quaver should either be getting beaten to near-death or the most desired outcome already be dead. Which would mean that neither Giblet nor the other minions would've to deal with Quaver's abomination that he dares to call poetry ever again! No matter the outcome, it was going to be a win for minion kind.
"Good luck, Giblet!" Quaver yelled, unaware that his fellow minion desire his death via enraged Overlord. "Now then, let's see how our new mistress of evil is doing." Quaver opened the doors leading into the Infernal Goddess's bedchambers with an excited giggle and swiftly entered and closed them behind himself. Not even two minutes later, sounds of violence and Quaver's girly screams could be heard emanating from the royal bedchambers.
Time Skip Ten Minutes Later.
"Crash! Boom! smash!"
"Ah, not even an hour awake, and our Overlord is already causing misery and suffering upon someone," Gnarl held a pleased expression as the ancient minion and Giblet stood before the royal chambers. "Such passion and drive to cause evil and mayhem shall truly serve our dark ruler well once she's out and about in the mortal plane." The minion master sighed happily as Quaver's pain-filled screams came echoing out from behind the royal bedchambers sealed doors, much to the delight of Gnarl and Giblet.
The forge master laughed evilly as Quaver's pleas for mercy reached his ears. "Yep, and master already seems to be showing Quaver what she thinks about his poetry." Giblet usually wasn't the type that took pleasure in the suffering of his fellow minions. However, there was always an exception to the rule and Quaver, and his artistic talents were one of them.
Gnarl laughed along with Giblet, also finding Quaver's suffering to be amusing. "Indeed, now let's go greet our new master and save Quaver before she kills the fool," the ancient minion pushed the doors open, allowing for the two old Browns to enter. "After all, it would be such a pain to train a new court jester." And it went without saying that Gnarl didn't want to weaken their already terrible position of power by removing a useful tool such as Quaver whilst possessing no life-force to birth new minions.
"If we must," Giblet said with a sad grumble. "But I get to smack him with a hammer after our New Overlord is done with him." The jester was far too annoying to not deserve a good smack upside the head with Giblet's trusty hammer.
"Very well, just don't cause too much brain damage," Gnarl and his companion entered their master's chambers. Revealing that much of the room was spartan with only a barely held together bed, moth-eaten blankets and pillows to be the only items within the section. "Of course, it would seem that master is already causing our idiot jester a rather bad case of brain damage." The duo watch with amusement as the Infernal Goddess was currently strangling Quaver while the mentioned jester failed to remove the Overlord's fingers from his neck.
"Please, M'lady mercy, mercy!" Crocked Quaver as the recently awakened Overlord's hands tightened, cutting off the jester's oxygen supply.
"Mercy? After subjugating my ears to that mockery which you dare to call poetry!" A painful squawk left Quaver's lips grew even tighter. "No, I'm gonna sow your lips shut so that no one else will have ever to hear those terrible poems ever again!"
Knowing that now was the time to intervene before his new master made good on her threat towards Quaver, Gnarl loudly cleared his throat, gaining the attention of both the enraged Overlord and the terrified Quaver. The young Infernal deity gazed at Gnarl in confusion whilst the suffocating jester stared at his superior with relief and the hope that he'd be soon set free from his new master's grasp.
"As much as seeing Quaver in pain amuses me, Sire, I'm afraid that you'll have to release him," Gnarl lazily moved until the ancient minion stood before the Overlord. "After all, it would take weeks to properly train a new jester for your vile court and honestly, he's not the worst one we've ever had." Quaver shot Gnarl a dirty look. The Overlord's advisor made a note to have Giblet smack the idiot with more hammer strikes than usual as the jester needed to be reminded of the lessons Gnarl had taught him when it came to respecting the minion social hierarchy.
"Hum, who and what are you?" Gnarl chuckled at the typical question that everyone asks when meeting minions for the first time. However, it was usually the last time since not many creatures survive an encounter with minions, especially if an Overlord leads them into the fires of battle.
Gnarl bowed his head in respect towards the new master of minion kind and the goddess of the Infernal Abyss. "I am Gnarl, devoted servant of darkness, loyal advisor to you, Sire and to put it simply; I'm a type of creature referred to throughout the world as a minion." The oldest living minion raised from his bow and was pleased to see that the Overlord had calmed down and was now staring at both him and Giblet with open curiosity. Sadly, however, she had released Quaver from her grasp, a pity as hearing the jester's gasps of pain here quite entertaining.
"Minion?" Questioned the Infernal deity while gazing around the room so that she may take in her surroundings. "I've never heard or seen anything like you guys before." This earned a dark grin from Gnarl and the others as no one, save those who came with them during 'The Transference', would've any knowledge about the minion tribes and the past Overlords' evil history. And by the time any who possessed that knowledge leaned about their presence within the new world, it will be far too late to stop them spreading to the far corners of the globe.
"We're a relatively secluded race, Sire," the minion master explained. It wasn't a lie as minions without a master to serve will usually seek secluded areas to hide and grow their numbers until the time a new Overlord came along and took control of their hive. "I'd be surprised if anyone outside this palace knew about our existence." Gnarl smiled in a grandfatherly manner at the Overlord dressed in a pair of light blue jeans, a matching T-shirt with an image of Armsmaster in a heroic stance etched into the front and some old tennis shoes.
"Now, perhaps you can tell us something about yourself, Sire?" The gathered minions stared at their master with interest. "After all, I've told your evilness about us; it's only fair that the favour is returned in kind."
"I'm…" the Infernal Goddess tried to recall everything about herself only to get a white-hot pain to suddenly stab into her brain for the trouble. "I…am…Taylor….yet…..I…..can't remember anything else." An expression of distress came upon Taylor's face. "Why can't I remember anything except my name!" Giblet and Quaver stepped away from the distressed Overlord, not wanting to receive her wrath whilst Gnarl simply hummed in deep thought on the matter.
'Amnesia," Gnarl concluded after giving it some thought. "Not completely unexpected as many of your predecessors have lost their memories after ascending to the mantle of Overlord." Of course, those predecessors had all been close to death when the ascension process happened, though, given the fact that Taylor had to absorb three potent fused sources of power. Two of which were divine in nature, must've caused the girl far too much mental stress and thus suppressed all of her memories as a defensive mechanism.
"Will I get them back?" Taylor asked in a hopeful tone as spending the rest of her life without any memories of who she was before awakening within the Infernal Abyss wasn't the kind of thing the Infernal Goddess wanted to deal with for the remainder of her existence.
Gnarl struggled whilst Giblet smacked Quaver upside the head in the background. "Amnesia is a tricky thing, Malevolent One," the ancient minion told Taylor while ducking as Giblet came soaring overhead thanks to Quaver having thrown the forge master a minute ago in revenge for the smack. "The memories could come back in days or even years. It's all a matter of luck, really."
Taylor grimaced sadly at the thought of waiting years for her memories to return. "Isn't there a way to force them to return?" The Infernal deity asked the minion master while ignoring Giblet and Quaver's ongoing battle, with the former currently winning thanks to his trusty hammer and some old tactics he'd learned from previous wars during his time as a typical minion.
Now it was Gnarl's turn to grimace. "I'd not recommend it. Sire tampering with the mind can lead to disastrous consequences," Quaver was suddenly smashed face-first into a nearby wall, not that Gnarl nor Taylor were paying the two fighting minions any attention. "It's much more safer and beneficial to simply explore the Mortal Plane and find someone that knows you, Sire." The minion master turned and headed for the royal chamber entrance, though not before beckoning for his master to follow. "Speaking of which, let's go down to the throne room so that we may discuss the matter of your dark domain in a more suitable setting.
"Sure," Taylor agreed, as working with Gnarl was a better alternative than just sitting around her bedchambers and doing nothing all day. "Huh, what about those two?" The Overlord pointed to the now wrestling minions.
Gnarl gazed at them with a dismissive expression. "They're fine, Sire. Let's just leave them to their violence and acts of cruelty towards each other." Without saying another word on the matter, Gnarl exited the royal chambers and was followed swiftly by Taylor, who didn't want to be caught up in the fight between forge master and court jester. However, the Infernal Goddess was inwardly cheering for Giblet to smash Quaver's ugly face into a bloody pulp as she'd rather not hear another poem from the one-eyed jester minion.
Time Skip And One Complicated And Insanely Long Explanation On Overlords And Evil Deities From Gnarl.
The Infernal Palace Throne Room.
Although Taylor was an amnesiac with only her name and some general information about Earth Bet contained within her mind. The Overlord and Empress Of The Damned was absolutely sure that none of her past teachers could match Gnarl in terms of skill when it came to making long lectures that kept the people invested and entertain on the subject without becoming repetitive and mind-numbingly dull. It also didn't hurt that the ancient minion used Quaver as an assistant. By assistant, the goddess meant punching bag as Gnarl recreated amusingly violent scenes of history thanks to Quaver 'volunteering' to be the victims of her predecessors' past conquests.
The revelation that she was an Evil Deity hadn't come as much of a shock to Taylor as it should've been. In fact, the Overlord felt within her soul's depths that it was correct to consider herself a goddess of the Infernal Abyss. When Taylor questioned Gnarl on these strange feelings, the oldest minion in existence just smiled a knowing smile and simply told her that it was the divine instincts that came with her ascension to godhood acting up. And that they should quit down a bit once she was fully adjusted to her exalted status.
"Now, as a Goddess, you should be able to hear the prayers of those that worship you, Sire," Gnarl started to explain one of the abilities that Taylor's godhood granted her. "Just close your eyes and search inwardly for power to hear the prayers of the devoted. You'll not hear anything currently since there isn't anyone aware of your dark magnificence." As Taylor, seated upon the ruined obsidian throne, the old minion watch as she closed her amber eyes and turned inward to find the power that rested within her form. "However, it's good to practise and get use to such an ability; otherwise, you'll find yourself with a splitting headache once thousands of souls start to prayer to you none stop."
"That sounds like something I'd rather avoid, Gnarl." The Infernal deity replied while still searching for the power to hear the prayers of her worshipers. Meanwhile, Quaver raised from the floor covered in various wounds received from the volunteer work that Gnarl had forced him to endure. Fortunately, the court jester didn't get the time to comment on the matter as Gnarl kicked Quaver into a nearby hole, causing the annoying poet to fall screaming into the Spawning Pits.
"Indeed, which is why we're practising these divine abilities before the world becomes aware of your frightening majesty, oh empress of darkness." Gnarl smiled wickedly whilst gazing out through a massive window allowing the minion master to witness the Infernal Abyss' eternal burning flames. "Oh, I can hardly wait, the screams of peasants set on fire, gold and other treasures looted from fallen kingdoms and let's not forget the joy of leaving your most hated enemies forms laying beaten and broken before your feet."
"Gnarl, I've got amnesia; remember, I don't even think I'd ever had a mortal enemy?"
"Really? Well, you're young, so there's always plenty of time to make some." Taylor groaned at Gnarl's casual response since the inheritor to the mantle of Overlord didn't want mortal enemies to slay or lands to conquer. In fact, all she wanted was for her memories to return and hopefully find any family that might be out there within the mortal plane. The Infernal Goddess returned to her lesson and searched deep within herself to unlock the power to hear prayers. After a few minutes, Taylor felt a wellspring of dark energy awaken.
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"Argh! My head!" Taylor grabbed onto her skull base as what felt like millions of white-hot needles were being stabbed into her brain. "It's like someones pouring liquid magma into my mind!" Gnarl rushed over to his master's while a surprised and knowing gleam was held within his ancient eyes.
"Someone or judging by your reaction, Sire, multiple souls are praying to you at this very moment," Gnarl waved a hand that was covered in yellow energy, which seemed to help lessen the pain. "Great news to be sure as it means that more Infernal energy shall soon be created from those prayers. Sadly it's also an inconvenience as you're not ready to handle so many souls trying to earn your favour and attention." And divine blessings and curses went without saying though truthfully Gnarl preferred to give people the latter rather than the former as curses were far more fun to witness.
Taylor opened her amber eyes and glared angrily at Gnarl. "Well then, how do I make them stop?"
"You must close the connection Dark One," spoke a calm watery voice from the entrance to the Spawning Pits, causing both of the throne room's occupants to turn and be greeted by the sight of Mortis walking towards the throne. "You're the Infernal Goddess, master of minion kind, ruler of the Infernal Abyss, such a simple act of silencing those that seek to gain favour is easily done by no longer feeding the connection with your divine power." The ancient and grim reaper dress blue minion kneeled before the throne. Presented a pillow that held three items, the Overlords Gauntlet, helmet and a sword that Taylor recognised as a katana with a minion skull cross-guard.
"Mortis is correct, Sire why not give it a try." Not seeing anything wrong with trying and wanting the voices she couldn't understand to finally shut up, Taylor closed her eyes again. After spending a few moments of deep concentration, the Overlord was finally able to silence the voices. When Taylor reopened her amber orbs to tell Gnarl that it had worked, she was quick to notice that the gauntlet and helmet from the pillow presented by Mortis had been placed upon the Infernal Goddess head and right hand.
"Ah, the overlords' helmet and gauntlet truly does suit you, master," Gnarl complements while holding out the katana for Taylor to take. "Sadly, without the Reds around to power the Hell Forge, poor Giblet is unable to craft some armour for your protection." The new Overlord took the katana and raised from her throne, amber orbs glowing ominously from within the overlords' helmet.
"Then will just need to find them and empower the forge," the Infernal Goddess said while inspecting the katana. While the Overlord was by no means a blade expert, she could tell that the weapon was in relatively good condition compared to anything else within the palace. "Do we know where the Reds might be located?"
"Sadly no," Gnarl huffed with frustration at the loss of the useful Red minions. "When 'The Transference' happened, the other minion tribes were scattered to the four winds, so finding them will take time."
Mortis nodded in agreement while lazily throwing the pillow he used to carry the objects for the Overlord into a hole that would take it to the Spawning Pits. "Gnarl speaks truthfully, Sire, and we've only been able to create one stable Infernal Gate to the Mortal Plane," the ancient Blue summoned his scythe, which appeared in a burst of blue energy. "The gateway as emerged within Everday Forest, twin sister to the ancestral birthplace of the elves Evernight."
"And it's just as joyful and peaceful as its twin," Gnarl continued as the trio headed for The Infernal Gate Nexus, which was located close to the throne room. "However, as much as I despise the place, it's a relatively safe location to harvest life-force something that we disparately need because, without it, birthing new minions will be impossible." The Infernal Gate Nexus came into view. It was pretty impressive. Obsidian rose thorns and bushes twisted together to form the only active Infernal Gate, pulsing with weak waves of red and black energy.
"I'll gather some life-force and scout the area," Taylor stood on the platform and waited for the energy within the gate to finish charging. "Hopefully, I'll also find friendly people to negotiate for information. Black and red arcs of lightning danced around the thorns surrounding the gate as the energy built up to maximum levels.
"Have fun, Sire," Gnarl waved as the red, black lightning soared past the ancient minions and hit Quaver, who had just entered the room and was now twitching on the floor in agony. "And remember, if someone or thing annoys you, just keep stabbing it with your sword until it stops moving!" The Overlord nodded, and before the minions' eyes, she disappeared in a burst of lightning and Infernal flames.
"Ah, it always does the evil heart good to see the next generation leaving the nest and off to perform acts of senseless mayhem and carnage," Gnarl removed a tear of joy as he and Mortis left The Infernal Gate Nexus. "I can only hope Sire remembers my quick seminar on how to stab elves and torment dwarfs properly."
Mortis placed a comforting hand upon his oldest friends shoulder. "The master shall do just fine, Gnarl," the ancient minions returned to the throne room. "The previous overlords have faced worse odds than her at the moment and gained victory. I fail to see why our new goddess of darkness should be any different." The duo raced past the throne and entered the stairway, which lead to the Spawning Pits.
"Hum, true enough, old friend," Gnarl nodded in acceptance. "By the way, have you found the inheritor of the White Crystal yet?" Gnarl needed to learn of the Mother Goddess powers' holder as whoever inherited them could cause some major headaches for their cruel mistress.
Mortis nodded negatively. "I'm afraid not as whoever has inherited The Mother Goddess's divine powers is being shielded by something powerful, and not even my soul gaze can find the source." Mortis's soul gaze allowed him to find just about every soul within the Mortal plane. It was one reason that Mortis had survived for millennia and had been able to grow into a powerful and intelligent minion.
"Hum, no matter, The New Mother Goddess shall reveal herself eventually," Gnarl grinned with dark intentions. "As for ourselves, we'll just patiently wait and grow in strength and influence." The ancient minions entered the Spawning Pits, which appeared much like the Netherworld. The critical difference was that the Brown Hive was now the size of a five-storey building and pulsating like a living heart. "Because as the old saying goes, Mortis evil…"
"Always finds a way!"
Evernight Forest Located Near The Base Of Mount Fuji.
Temple To The Mother Goddess.
Temple Heart.
"Urgh, my head," groaned the healing heroine Panacea A.K.A Amy Dallon. "It feels like I've just gone fifteen rounds with Armsmaster and Lung at the same time." Amy wasn't joking as her head felt like someone had split it open and poured liquid metal into her brain. The medic heroine tried to sit up after taking a few breaths to fall back down when the pain within her mind started to flare up again.
"Okay, sitting up not an option for the moment," Amy place a hand onto the ground where she felt soft grass which told the heroine that she was in an area with wildlife. "Perhaps it'd be safer to try opening my eyes first than work my way to getting up." Amy gently opened her eyes and was greeted by the sight of a massive antechamber filled with various flowers, trees and local wildlife. It also had a man-made element as white stones were placed at critical locations to maintain the antechamber's structural integrity.
"Well, whoever built this place sure had an obsession with nature." Amy chuckled while enjoying the peaceful scenery, something that she rarely got to do at home or the hospital as both places came with their own set of drama and headaches, which Amy had to deal with on a daily basis.
"At least things can't get any…" Amy paused when she saw a slender and flawless hand laying next to her head, and judging by the way it twitched when she command, it was actually her own right hand.
"No," Amy's eyes widened in disbelief, and before realising it, she was racing to the nearest source of water, which so happened to be a pool of water at the base of the altar for animals that made it inside the Temple to drink. "Oh no, no, no, no, this can't be happening." The New Mother Goddess gazed into the pool and was met by the image of a breathtakingly beautiful elf-eared woman instead of the mousy appearance she'd been born with. Amy also noticed much to her embarrassment that her 'assets' were now more significant and healthy-looking than Victoria's or Glory Girl. Her sister was better known by the general public.
"Urgh, what kind of horrible shit did I do in a past life to deserve this crap," Amy turned away from the pool, unable to gaze upon the image of a stranger that stared back any longer. "Because I'm seriously considering building a time machine, going back in time and fix whatever the hell I did to wind up here." Amy noticed an entrance that was open near the back of the antechamber and was quick to head over to check to see if it was a way out of the Temple.
Sadly it wasn't as Amy, hiding behind the left edge of the entrance, saw with disbelief as eleven ghosts floated across the hallway, glowing blue flesh and haunting white eyes were a dead give away to their undead nature. When the spirits left the hallway, Amy raced back into the antechamber. She collapsed upon the altar which had once held the Mother Goddess statue but now was the focal point for the gathering natural energy which powered Amy's divinity. As the adopted Dallon rested upon the altar, she reflexively said a phrase that she's been saying ever since Victoria received her powers and caused stressful situations for the New Goddess much like this current one was doing.
"Goddamnit, Vicky!"