"You're sure you don't want me to come with you? I know we've only been budding besties for a month, but still, if you need someone there, I'm free today." Helsa told Stella as they sat together for breakfast.
Although Helsa personally wanted to be at the celebration last night, she stayed in and watched it on TV, because ofc Channel 666 news covered it, because of Stella. Don't take that the wrong way; it wasn't like she was mad or disappointed by her friend's decision to stay at the estate. She completely understood why because they both knew her ex and her daughter, who she was going to see today hopefully, was there last night.
"Yes. I have to do this myself. Otherwise, it won't mean anything to her." Stella replied as a smile came to her face, "But thank you, Helsa. I cannot tell you how much it means that you'd be willing to stand by my side as my daughter tells me she never wants to see my face again." She said.
"Hey, don't be like that. You're still her mom." Helsa argued.
"Barely. I am a mother solely because I gave birth. Not because I was there for her or was a warm, caring guardian." She confessed with a sigh, "As much as I hate to admit it, Stolas was the only one between who acted like a real parent. If she didn't have him, I don't know what she'd be like now." She admitted.
"Yeah, well, if everything goes right between you two, which it WILL, then you can introduce her to her new better daddy." Helsa suggested.
"What are you?..." She began to question, only to realize who she was referring to, "WILL YOU CUT THAT OUT?!" She demanded angrily, causing her to laugh.
"Sorry, sorry!" Helsa apologized through her chortling, "But in all seriousness, you have gotten comfortable around Gabriel." She pointed out.
"True, though that could be entirely caused by what he is. Not only an archangel but a child of God, I feel it's sort of impossible to feel anything heinous or spiteful towards someone like that." Stella reasoned.
"Don't sell yourself short, girl. You are a charmer. If anything, I bet you've put that angel on cloud nine in Heaven by now~" She teased.
"Not likely. Gabriel is without a doubt the single most respectful, serious, kind, and overall warm person I've ever met. There's not a chance he'd ever have feelings for a demon, let alone one like me." Stella said before shaking her head, "But enough of this schoolyard gossip over non-existent crushes. What're you going to do while I spend the day trying to establish a relationship with Octavia? If she even gives me a chance to." She asked.
"Unfortunately, since I'm not going with you, my schedule just got filled up. I'm going to be busy all day running around the city..." Helsa answered with a sigh.
"Business with our movement?" She questioned, though she was doubtful as Helsa wouldn't keep anything from her.
"I WISH." Helsa replied, followed by another sigh, "Verosika has been pining for Will all. Fucking. Night. I have to keep her busy, or else she'll head straight to wherever he is and be all I LOVE YOU WILLIAM! PLEASE LET US RUN THROUGH A FIELD OF DAISIES AND MARIGOLDS WHILE BIRDS SING ABOUT OUR LOVE!" She explained.
"Any luck on finding a way to cure her of that love potion she's afflicted with?" Stella inquired.
"Nope." She responded, emphasizing the "p" to make a popping sound, "But Will says we don't need to worry. He got Velvet, one of the two Vs, to look into it for us. She's renowned for her potion-making and has connections in that scene, so it'll get solved eventually." She informed.
"Still, that could take a week or two. Most potion makers went into hiding like everyone else. And since we don't know who she got that potion from, we can't easily make a remedy." Stella said.
"Look, I'm trying to be positive about this situation. Just let me have this." She begged, causing her friend to laugh.
Suddenly, a knocked at the front door interrupted their conversation.
"That's Gabriel." Stella said before rising from her seat, "Wish me luck." She requested.
"It'll be fine. And if it turns out I'm wrong, we'll pig out on ice cream or some shit like that." Helsa replied, making her smile once more.
Watching Stella walk away until she disappeared, Helsa let out another sigh before rising from her chair.
"Whelp, time to go fetch the horny." She said as she went to go wake Verosika.
Sometime Later, In The Shopping District Of Pentagram City...
Although many businesses were affected by the disaster a month ago, many stores and malls were thankfully still intact. This allowed all teenagers who wanted to kill their parents and, more importantly, the rich to continue their daily gatherings. But it also meant that Helsa wouldn't need to try very hard to find a place that'd hold Verosika's attention for the day, as one section of the district, in particular, was perfect for her current mindset.
"What do you think of this one?" Verosika asked as she pulled the curtain back on the dressing room she was currently occupying.
Standing there with her arms folded behind her head to help her strike a sexy pose, Verosika only had a purple frilled bra and matching frilled panty to cover her.
"Oh wow, another set of underwear. Only this one's purple and has frills on it, so amazing." Helsa replied with a monotonous tone while staring at her phone.
"Helsa!" Verosika whined as she threw her fists down in front of her, "You're not even looking!" She exclaimed.
"Horny, this is the tenth pair of underwear you've tried on. Believe it or not, there IS a limit to how different undergarments can be from each other." Helsa told her.
"I just want to find the perfect one to show my William how much I love him!" She argued, "AND STOP CALLING ME HORNY!" She added.
"Stop being horny then." Helsa replied before giving her a quizzical expression, "Also, didn't you buy some of the Slayer brand underwear at the celebration last night? Could've sworn you showed Stella and me that when you got home, along with all the other crap you bought." She recalled.
"THOSE are different! When my William isn't in my arms holding me close to his warm, strong body, I wear those as a substitute." Verosika explained.
"...I'm starting to think that potion makes you retarded rather than fall in love with someone." She said, left at a loss over how stupid that was.
"Is there any reason why you're so mean to me today?" Verosika asked, choosing to believe something else was upsetting her and that she wasn't just a cunt.
To Verosika's surprise, Helsa sighed when she asked that question. Apparently, she was right.
"Sorry, Verosika..." Hela apologized, which was a rare thing for her to do, "I've just got some stuff on my mind, is all. I don't mean to be going for your throat so much." She explained.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Verosika offered as she came over and sat down beside her.
"You'd really listen?" She asked.
"Of course! We are friends, after all." Verosika answered with a smile.
"Huh, guess this potion also makes her a nicer person. She's almost sickeningly wholesome." Helsa thought before smiling herself, "Alright, I'll share. But please don't say anything until I'm done okay because I'm not used to this sort of shit." She requested.
"Lips are sealed." Verosika promised while "locking" her mouth.
Taking a quick deep breath to steady her nerves, because this honestly was hard for her to talk about, once Helsa was ready, she started talking.
"So, here's the thing, all that's happened to our circle in only a year has been...overwhelming." She began as she looked down at her lap, "Before Will arrived, things were so simple. Do whatever the fuck you want so long as you don't break the rules and laws established by the royal family. Everyone was allowed to be who they wanted, even if it was super messed up; nothing stopped anyone. But that all changed when Will showed up, and again when those monsters invaded, we learned how small we are in the grand scheme of things. Believe it or not, I was terrified by that realization that all this power and control me and my family have ultimately meant nothing. If people like Will could exist, then what the hell was I supposed to do?" She asked before moving her gaze to the ceiling, "Then the museum got built. Like everyone else, I was super fucking curious to know his story and hopefully understand what was going on. Yet by the time I was done learning about his past and more about creation as a whole, I had an epiphany." She admitted as a smile came to her face, "People suck. That's a fact that very rarely proves false. And because people suck so much, they need a place to go to where they can suck together and not have to worry about shit. They can surround themselves with distractions and things to keep them occupied to live somewhat comfortably. However, this wouldn't be possible in the new version of our circle the reform was hoping to make a reality." She explained.
"That's when you and your family started the movement against it?" Verosika asked, receiving a nod in response.
"Yep, as hard as it may be to believe the Eldritch family of all people are trying to do something legitimately good, that is the case. We're not trying to overthrow the Magnes or create some kind of regime to rule over everyone. We just want our section of Hell to remain the way it's always been, only better this time, and not solely because we're afraid of what Will would do to us if we didn't improve. His presence, life, and everything that makes him who and what he is have shown us that no matter who you are, even if you're a demon, Imp, or Hellspawn, being a terrible person is nothing more than YOUR choice. No one has the right or the privilege to be a dick, but my family and I believe we can still be bad, just not bad people if that makes any sense." She answered.
"It does, don't worry," Verosika assured, which made Helsa smile yet again.
"Thanks. It's nice to know we're not a bunch of idiots." She admitted, "Still, it is a lot to deal with. Add on top of it that I'm worried how things are going with Stella right now, and it all culminates in me being stressed as fuck." She told her.
"Sounds like you need to be pampered." Verosika said, which caused an idea to pop into her head, "I know! Why don't you and I do some more shopping, buy some more clothes not just for me but for you AND Stella too! And when we get back, if she's there, we'll have a girl's night together! We'll eat some ice cream, watch crappy movies, maybe talk about guys. It'll be fun!" She suggested.
"Whoa, deja vu, I said something similar to Stella this morning," Helsa replied with widened eyes,
"See? We're all on the same wavelength! An irrefutable sign that we're a trio of badass bitches that no one should fuck with!" She enthusiastically exclaimed, which earned her a few chuckles.
"I don't know about that, but it IS a good idea, so yeah, let's do it." Helsa agreed.
"Hell yeah!" She exclaimed while throwing her fist into the air, "You go pay for the underwear I've tried on, I'll get dressed, then we shop until we drop!" She instructed before getting up from her seat and going back into the dressing room.
Having no arguments with that, Helsa got up and did as she was told.
Evening, The Eldritch Estate...
"Okay...I have to say it...I think we bought too much..." Helsa said while looking over her and Verosika's haul from the day.
One perk of being rich and powerful was a luxurious limousine that could seat a large crowd. This benefit alone made getting back home possible for the two Hellspawn, as they purchased a wide assortment of clothes and other things from various stores. They still needed help getting everything inside, which is why they were sitting in the limo though they were home, as the staff members were doing the work for them.
"Eh maybe, but hey, everyone's entitled to spoiling themselves every once in a while," Verosika argued.
"I'm pretty sure there's a difference between that and overindulgence." She countered though she did it with a smile.
Before they could say anything else, they heard a voice from outside shout at them, and they knew who it belonged to.
"HELSA! VEROSIKA! HOW MUCH DID YOU BUY?!" Stella questioned, doing so in a tone that sounded like a disappointed parent.
"Oh boy, mom's upset. And she's back." Helsa joked with a sigh, "Guess we better get out there before she pulls us out by our ears." She suggested.
"Mhm, at the very least, it doesn't sound like her talk with Octavia ended badly, so there's that," Verosika replied, basing that assumption off the belief that if it didn't go well, then Stella would be locked inside her room.
Grabbing onto their doors' handles and pushing them open, when both women stepped out, they expected to see Stella standing near the entrance to the manor. And in all fairness, they did, but it wasn't without the additional appearances of her daughter Octavia, which was surprising, and...GABRIEL?!
"The...the...the..." Verosika stuttered as she shakily raised her hand, pointing it at the archangel.
"I think she's trying to say the archangel," Octavia suggested, to which Verosika nodded.
"I told you my being here would upset them," Gabriel said with a sigh.
"NO, NOT AT ALL!" Verosika shouted in a panic, "I...I just...I mean...you know...I've HEARD about you from them but...I've never seen you...sir...archangel...whatever you want to be called..." Verosika nervously explained, for even someone like her knew damn well to be respectful and wary of someone like him.
"What ARE you doing here, Gabriel? Or better question, why are both you and Stella's daughter here?" Helsa asked, far calmer than the succubus standing next to her, "Keep in mind, it's not bad that you're here. It just doesn't make sense." She clarified.
"I'll answer that." Stella offered while raising her hand in front of her, "As you two can easily deduce since my daughter is standing here, our conversation went well. However, things aren't magically fixed, and we're suddenly close, but we are ready and willing to work our way towards that. So after the crying finally stopped, I suggested to Octavia that we could come back here, talk some more over lunch, and start figuring out the best way to achieve real progress. She agreed and said that she wanted to stay even after we finished our meal to my wondrous surprise. So we've been talking these last few hours, and that's pretty much all that's happened." She explained.
"I'm glad things are working out so well." Helsa said with a smile before crossing her arms, "That still doesn't explain him, though." She added while pointing to Gabriel.
"They wouldn't let me leave." He spoke for himself, "At first, I was the appointed mediator in case their conversation turned violent. But then they hugged me and refused to let me leave their company after I brought them back here." He informed.
"You...YOU HUGGED AN ARCHANGEL?!" Verosika asked both the mother and daughter, completely that Gabriel didn't smite them.
"He's a family friend." Octavia replied with a shrug, "And why are you making it sound like you were our prisoner? Are you saying you didn't enjoy talking with us?" She suggested.
"...I feel no matter what answer I give, I am stepping into some form of trap..." He said, genuinely afraid to respond.
"Heh, as perceptive as he is holy." Helsa commented before stepping in, "Alright, you two, let the archangel breathe. Even those from Heaven need space to spread their wings." She told them.
"Thank you, miss Helsa." He told her with a sigh of relief, truly grateful for her intervention.
"Ah ah ah, don't thank me yet, angel boy." She replied while waving her finger at him, "In exchange for helping you, I request you stay here with the four of us." She said.
"Wait, what? WHY?!" He questioned.
"Because you have spent the entire day with my best friend and her daughter. I want ALL of the details." She explained with a sinister grin.
"They can tell you themselves all about it! I see no reason for my continued presence!" He argued.
"So you really can't stand to be around us then, Gabriel?" Stella asked with a smirk, joining in on the "attack."
Looking frantically between Helsa and Stella, although he could simply open a portal right now and leave, he was too scared even to try.
"The devil of this circle is my brother...many more in others are my siblings as well...and yet here I stand between two women far more wicked than he or they could ever hope to be..." He said in a defeated tone.
"Oh, you poor, sweet, naive archangel." Helsa said as she lightly patted his chest with her hand, "You're only at the tip of the iceberg. But who knows, before the day's done, you might get to see how wicked we can be." She teased before walking past him, "Come on, everyone! We've got an exciting night ahead of us!" She exclaimed.
"What're you planning for us to do?" Stella asked as she followed.
"Well, even though you and your daughter aren't trying to kill each other, I think we should still have ice cream. I've been thinking about it all day, and now I have a craving." She answered.
"I could go for ice cream." Octavia chimed in, following after her mother.
"What about you, angel boy? Ever had hell made dairy?" Helsa called back.
"No. But I'm guessing I also have no choice in the matter of whether or not I will try it." He responded as he too followed.
"Now you're getting the hang of things!" She exclaimed.
Watching as everyone disappeared one by one into the manor, Verosika was silently shaking where she stood.
"How...how the fuck can they be so casual with an archangel?... HE COULD KILL US ALL!" She thought worriedly, not realizing the EXACT, SAME THING, could be said about her precious William.
However, she had been thinking about ice cream all day too, so although she was terrified of getting on an archangel's wrong side, she hurried after them.
A Short While Later...
Four demons and an archangel sounds like the setup to a joke. But in reality, it was an accurate description of the occupants in the Eldritch family's manor living room. Thankfully, to the relief of the archangel, he was able to sit by himself in a chair to not feel like a prey animal surrounded by predators. This, in turn, allowed him to focus on trying out the ice cream made here in Hell, or at least in this circle, and to his surprise, it was incredibly delicious!
"Are you getting a shoulder massage from an invisible masseuse, or is the ice cream to your liking?" Helsa jokingly asked as Gabriel kept moaning the more he ate.
"Um...why do you ask?" He inquired, for he wasn't aware of what he was doing.
"Dude, you keep moaning with every bite you take," Octavia informed with an amused smile.
"...The longer I am in your collective company, the more embarrassment I feel..." He said, now averting his gaze out of shame.
"Have you never had ice cream before, Gabriel?" Stella asked before taking a bite of her own.
"No. But to be fair, I hadn't eaten anything in my whole life until a month or so ago." He answered.
Hearing that response made all four women stop what they were doing, which didn't go unnoticed by him.
"Oh no..." He said, only now realizing that mentioning something like that wouldn't be good.
"Gabriel, how can that be possible?" Stella questioned at a loss for words.
"My entire existence has been ethereal. Meaning that I do not need to eat or drink to continue living constantly. But when I was trapped inside of Doom, and my soul was forced into a body, which the Slayer altered via a device located in the realm, when I returned to this circle seeking my brother and the others, I found myself starved. I soon regained my ethereal status, as all of you can see for yourselves. And the only things I've eaten are a few breakfasts made by my sister-in-law and the times we've spent at a cafe discussing business." He explained before turning to look at Octavia, "Also, why are you surprised? You were there at the hotel when I returned." He reminded.
"All you said then was you've never been hungry before. That's a HUGELY different thing than never having eaten anything your entire life." She argued.
"Hm, fair point." He acknowledged.
"Honestly, Gabrel, you have to be the most un-archangel-like archangel that has ever existed within the kingdom of Heaven..." Helsa said with a sigh.
"How does my lack of experience with food have anything to do with me being an archangel?" He asked.
"Uh, HELLO, you're not just any archangel. You're one of god's children. Which means you've been around before food even existed!" She answered, "You've had plenty of time to sample every edible that exists the MOMENT it started existing. What have you been doing all this time?" She inquired.
"Um...my job?..." He responded hesitantly, for he believed that was the correct answer, but he wasn't sure what she wanted to hear.
"And not ONCE during your job did you ever have time for a meal? A snack? ANYTHING at all?" She interrogated.
"I...had the occasional sip of wine...which comes from grapes..." He revealed.
"Oh man, you are hopeless." She said as she leaned back in her seat on the couch, "You know what this means, right? All of us are going to have to make plans to go out for lunch some time, and we are going to have a HUGE buffet so you can try all the cuisine our circle has to offer." She told him.
"Oh no, I couldn't possibly-"
Before Gabriel could say more, he was silenced, but not because Helsa or the others had done something.
"Gabriel? You okay?" Octavia was the first to ask as he suddenly stopped talking midway through his sentence.
"I...just received a message from my father..." He spoke, sounding horrified.
"Gabriel, what's wrong?" Stella asked him seriously as she never heard him talk like this before.
"It's...the Slayer...something's happened to him...he's not responding..." He answered.
At that moment, everyone's hearts came to a complete stop, the world stopped moving around them, and it became hard to breathe.
"W-What?..." Octavia questioned because no matter how she thought that over, it didn't make any sense.
"I...I don't know...father didn't say anything more than that other than he needs me at his side immediately." He replied before standing from his seat, "I'm sorry to leave so suddenly. But this is an urgent matter of the highest priority!" He apologized as he opened a portal.
"WAIT!" Verosika shouted as she jumped up to her feet, "If something has happened to William, I need to go with you! Please!" She begged.
"If miss burning loins gets to go, then I do too!" Octavia exclaimed while standing up, "Will's my friend! If something's happened, then I HAVE to be there!" She reasoned.
"Octavia, wait!" Stella intervened, also getting to her feet, "If something has happened to HIM of all people, then this is dangerous. I know I have no right to try and tell you not to go, but I don't want something happening to you." She explained.
"Don't worry, Stella. It's safe." Gabriel assured, regaining their attention, "Father sent me this message from within the circle. He requested I come to a facility of Maykr construction far away from the population. If both Octavia and miss Mayday accompany me, they will be in the safest place in the entire circle." He told them as an idea came to mind, "And if you're still unsure, you're more than welcome to join us. But we need to leave now, so please reach a decision, all of you." He urged.
Taking a moment to figure out the best course of action, Stella looked to Helsa for her input on the matter.
"Go." Helsa told her the second they locked eyes, "You need to be with your daughter. And while Gabriel is dealing with official business, someone has to make sure Verosika doesn't cause the Maykrs any trouble." She explained.
"Do you really see me as nothing more than a troublemaker?" Verosika asked, hurt by what she was implying.
"I didn't mean it that way. But I know that you're worrying about Will even now before you know what is going on. So if it turns out something unbelievably horrible has occurred, as impossible as they may seem, it's a fair assumption your emotions could get the better of you and compromise your judgment." She answered.
"...Okay...that's fair." Verosika agreed, relieved that her friend didn't think of her as a liability.
"Ladies. We need to go now." Gabriel said before turning around and leading the way through the portal.
Not needing to say anything else, Octavia, Verosika, and Stella followed behind, with Stella telling Helsa thank you before she departed. Now all alone in the living room, Helsa was left to clean up the bowls of ice cream they were eating. As for why she didn't opt to go with them, she knew the likelihood of the Magnes and the company they keep being there was almost absolute, and she didn't want to cause trouble herself by being present.
"Geez...not even a full day after his party, and Will's gotten himself mixed up in something..." She thought to herself as she carried the bowls to the kitchen, "But...he's probably fine...I mean, come on, this is Will we're talking about...the DOOM SLAYER..." She continued, using a deep voice in her head for his title, "I'm sure all that happened was he got buried underneath another building, and it left him a little dazed...after all, that was the only way the demons could stop him before makes sense they'd do it again..." She reasoned.
Yet despite what she was thinking, Helsa couldn't keep herself from being as worried as the others, even though she and Will, at best, were merely acquaintances. But she chalked that up to how he treated her, for he and Gabriel were both remarkably respectful despite how different she was from them. At any rate, once she put the bowls in the sink so a member of the staff could deal with them, she decided it was best to go to her room.
"No way that'll be on the news..." She thought as she ascended the staircase to the manor's second floor, "So there's no point in me staying in the living room watching TV for an update...they're going to do everything in their power to keep this from leaking out to the public...and I'll make sure no leaks happen here either..." She decided, seeing it as the least she could do.
Continuing to walk to her room with no more thoughts to be had, she reached her bedroom door in a short time. Pushing the door open after turning the knob and stepping inside, the first thing she noticed when she entered was how dark it all was.
"Oh right, haven't been in here since morning. Plus, I forgot to open my curtains." She remembered as she reached for the light switch.
However, she wouldn't make it that far. When her hand was an inch or so away from the wall, it was grabbed at the wrist by someone. But before she could scream, shout, or even ask who it was, another hand wrapped itself around her throat, squeezing it so tight to keep her quiet, it felt like her neck was going to break.
"Ah, ah, ah. We don't want to make a scene now, do we?" Her assailant's voice asked her, and they sounded male, "How about you, and I close the door and have a nice pleasant conversation?" He suggested.
Letting go of her hand so he could shut the door himself, Helsa immediately tried to attack him in whatever way she could to free herself. Sadly this did not affect her attacker, partly because whoever this was, was tough enough to where her punches and kicks did nothing, and partially because he tightened the hold on her neck when she struggled.
"Oh, you're a fighter, huh? Good, that's my type." He told her before bringing his face closer to hers.
Now she could see it, the identity of the bastard who dared to lay a hand on an Eldritch. But instead of feeling angry or any other emotion, all the color in her face drained when she recognized who it was.
"V...Valentino?..." She questioned with widened eyes full of fear.
"And you know me? Well, I guess I picked the right bitch to fuck then. Now you'll be able to scream my name." He told her before throwing her across the room.
Hitting her bed's headboard and part of the wall violently, she fell face-first down onto her bed. Helsa started coughing once she landed, which made sense now that Valentino's hand wasn't around her throat, and when she did, she saw blood, HER blood, fly out of her mouth and onto her blanket.
"What...what the hell is going-"
SMACK
Valentino slapped her across the face with a swift strike of his hand. He didn't need to do that specifically to keep from talking; he merely wanted to.
"Man, it has been SO long since I've gotten my rocks off." He confessed as he flipped her over, so she was lying on her back, "The one shitty thing about Doom is that there's no good pussy or ass anywhere. And I'm not about to jerk one when my new boss isn't that far away." He continued before climbing on the bed.
Thankfully Helsa wasn't hurt so severely from the impact she couldn't move, so when Valentino placed his first knee on her bed, she rolled away and got back to her feet.
"Oh, so we're going to do this now?" He asked as she ran for the door.
Grabbing onto the handle, she used every bit of power and strength in her body and soul to get it open, starting to scream for help so someone would come running.
"MOM! DAD! SEVIATHAN! ANYONE, PLEASE!" She begged as loudly as she could, hoping to hear running footsteps soon after.
Unfortunately, at that moment, she finally noticed something, and when she did, it broke her. Her powers weren't working, and the door wasn't budging because none of her physical strength was working either; whatever Valentino was doing made her powerless.
"Ah, so you finally realized you couldn't do shit, that's good. Maybe you'll quit running around the room then." He said as he stood behind her.
"What...what is going on?..." She asked as she slowly turned to face him, her back pressed against the door, "How...how can you be here...it doesn't make sense..." She muttered, terrified beyond belief.
"Sheesh, you're really fixated on the how and the why, aren't ya? Fine, I'll lay it out real simple for you." He offered as he leaned in close, "What do you think I've been doing all this time? Fingering my asshole waiting for some kind of miracle to unfuck my situation? Newsflash cutie, miracles aren't fucking real." He began, a smile slowly spreading across his face, "But you know what is real? Corruption. REAL corruption. And this shit can do fucking ANYTHING. But one trick, in particular, is creating things called Gore Nests. As the name plies, these beautiful little mounds of meat are like a hive for corruption. However, they're usually made from the Dark One's power; because of this, the sphere generated in the center becomes a portal connected to Doom. This allows him to send or summon demons at a Gore Nest's location." He explained as his smile turned into a grin, "So, what do you think would happen if we made Gore Nests powered by corruption that is tied to this circle? Why we'd make a BUNCH of portals that lead to several different places. But they would also work to look into this part of Hell, allowing us to keep tabs on what's going on. Which brings us right back to you." He told her.
"W-Why?...Why Me?...W-Wouldn't it make sense t-to go after the Magnes?..." She questioned.
"Eh, we considered it. But they're too close to our mutual friend and a lot more assholes. So if they suddenly started acting weird, it'd be noticed immediately." He said while leaning in so close he could whisper in her ear, "That's why I'm here. You're going to help us undermine their reform bullshit. We know about your movement because we've seen it through the Gore Nests. You are the perfect puppet." He complimented before he stuck out his tongue and licked her from the base of her neck to her ear, "But first, I need to have some fun that doesn't involve beating a bitch to death with my staff. Though I'll probably still do that, just a little, ya know, for foreplay and what not~" He teased.
Helsa wanted to fight back, she wanted so desperately to struggle, but no matter how badly she tried to will her body to something, ANYTHING at all, it refused. Even as he began to tear apart her clothing with his fingers, which he made sharp like claws, all she could do was sniffle and cry. No one, not even the Slayer, could save her.