A few weeks had passed since the camping trip. Azazel had visited Dr. Richardson, who had confirmed that what was going on was Maykr genetic tampering within her, enforced by her old halo, was starting to be overcome by her own immune system. Her horns and tail had not yet broken the skin though, and nobody was sure how to accelerate the process. She had however been going to LGBTQ+ meetings, especially the trans meetings, and while they were hesitant at first, after hearing of her predicament, had welcomed her with open arms, since while her struggles weren't the exact same, they were similar enough, and what she was experiencing was unprecedented in history.

Meanwhile the newest member of the Fortress Family was fitting in nicely. Marauder had gotten quite used to life in a space station, with the premade arboretum being used often for his personal use. Though Judgement DID have to get angry with him a few times due to accidents. Yet he seemed to be learning quickly, much more so than a dog of his age would. The same was true for his growth, as he was already double his size now. Argent-enhanced food was hard to come by, especially as it mostly involved demon hunting, and theories were being put forth about void-enhanced food, the Slayer was promising benefits to those companies willing to try, stating that other Argentids were out there, and that they would likely be studied. News of Argentids had begun to spread, as pictures of puppy Marauder had spread, as well as the hawk they had found. More and more news was coming in about Argentids, spreading like wildfire, which was causing an uproar. The super conservatives and super religious were calling them abominations and demanding their destruction. Others looked at them with fear, and some naturalists and wildlife groups were worried about Argentids as an invasive species. The news that Argentids could only thrive on Argent had quieted some of those worries. On the flip side, many others were welcoming their existence, and calling for their protection, worried for what other groups would do to them. Cerberus and Lucifer were helping others draft laws for Argentid protection. There were some arguments to open a park, specifically for Argentids, though the Slayer had jokingly cautioned that "side effects may include hearing John Williams music upon entry to the park," which while that had caused some confusion among the younger generations who didn't understand, had gotten a lot of smiles from the older generations who were fully aware of what he had meant.

Judgement herself was getting used to her role, cleaning up the Corrupted here and there, as well as stopping demon cults, and other ills of humanity. The training gauntlets she wore took some getting used to, especially with the neural collar she also wore, but she did have to admit, retractable claws were what humans would say a godsend. Marauder always whined while she was away, but was always all over her once she came back. So far, she was already working on the most basic of training for him, which primarily meant housebreaking him. What was almost surprising to her was that even the Slayer himself helped, in such a way that Marauder did not seem overly scared of him. I'd've thought he'd terrify Marauder. Well, I think maybe at some level, he does. But that there's a mutual understanding of sorts there too. Sometimes she had wondered if all things feared the Slayer at some level. Even if not openly fearing him, even if fully supporting him, liking him, worshipping him, or even...loving him, all things likely feared him on some level.

Now she was being called into his workshop, Marauder following along because he pretty much never left his mom whenever she was on the Fortress. She had been told to leave all her equipment behind, only wearing the undersuit she had been given once. It was form fitting, but comfortable, acting as a kind of underwear. It made her a little self-conscious, but her regular outfit didn't hide much either. "You asked to see me?" she asked, as she came in, looking around at the mess. Spare parts littered the workshop, with many desks cluttered with computer equipment, or 3D printers, or disassembled weapons and armor.

"Yes Judgement," He says as he turns around in his chair. "It is now time. Time for you to fully embrace your role, as my enforcer. To fully become, my personal little Darth Vader," he chuckles, but she frowns, not fully understanding. "We'll watch the movies sometime," he says, as he comes up to her. "Stand here," he says, pointing at the floor. Then does she notice what looks like the soles of boots, on a small platform, that she then steps into, seeming to fit perfectly. "Arms out," he says, guiding her into position, then going to his computer and tapping some buttons. "And don't move."

Machines now descended upon her, robotic arms placing armor pieces onto her undersuit, each seeming to adjust their fit once in place, heating and cooling until they adjust to body temperature. The general style of it all seemed to match the Slayer's own Praetor Suit, with the same green coloring, and even the light upon the chest. There was even room for her tail, inside the suit. She could feel the neural collar of the cuirass interface with her now trained mind, and her new gauntlets resembled the ones she had been using, but seemed better. The overall look was a feminized Praetor Suit, but not overly form fitting or revealing, and Judgement would be hard pressed to call it sexualized.

"What do you think so far?" He asks, once some of the last few pieces are in place and activated. She moved around a little in the suit, it felt...good. Surprisingly so. Was this what it felt like for him, in his armor? She even tested the claws, but was shocked when they didn't react.

"Safety's on," he says, as he takes her arms, and twists what looks like a screw on each of them. "Not everything's online," he continues. "Just some basics."

"I'm surprised it's not more..." she struggles to say it, even as she looks down at herself. "Sexy."

"Hey, your job is to SCARE the bad guys. Not arouse them," he says with a chuckle, and seems to whisper to himself, something she didn't quite catch, but thought it sounded like "only I get to be aroused by your body," which made her blush. "Ah, but...there's one final thing," he says, now checking the conditions of her horns and hair. "The last piece," he says as he goes to his desk, returning with a helmet. It resembled his own, even with similar markings, but also clearly meant to indicate it was for her, and not him. It even had horns attached to it, large enough for her own, including the spikes. She lowered her own head a little, as the Slayer slipped it onto her. It was a strange feeling, having her vision impeded like that, at least until the Slayer tapped a few controls on his computer.

"PRAETOR OS Version 2.1" flashed before her on the visor, as she watched various systems initialize. "Performing first time calibration," it now said, as lights appeared at the edges of her vision. "Keep head still, follow lights until out of sight," the suit displayed, and she obeyed, until they had cleared her vision. "Calibration complete," it now said, and what looked like the edges of the helmet still in her vision faded from view, as more systems initialized, displaying health and more. But what was strange was other systems displayed as being offline. The Slayer then checked a few things on his computer. "Well, it's all there now. Neural collar, claws, you name it," he says as he looks her over. "Move around a little, get a feel for what it's like." She does so, the armor carrying itself well, to the point she barely felt its weight, but could still feel it was there. The helmet seemed to be well ventilated, despite being sealed. It responded well with her movements, hardly impeding her at all.

"I have to ask," she says at one point, "Why are so many things offline?"

"Good question, he responds, as he glances towards Marauder, who was looking at Judgement with a smile and tail wagging. "For when he grows up." She was confused, until he tapped some controls. "Beginning Marauder simulation," her armor displayed for her. What looked like a hologram appeared next to her, and as she looked, she saw it was of Marauder. Or rather, what he might look like as an adult. He was clad in a Praetor looking suit as well, and was looking up at her as if waiting for orders. She then noticed the parts of her HUD that were now online. A marker was placed over Marauder that remained even as she looked away, and in a corner, his own health, coupled with a helmet cam view of what he was seeing.

"A HUD for him would be...kinda pointless, wouldn't it?" the Slayer laughs. "So, you get it instead. You get to keep track of him, know what he's seeing, and even hear what he hears. Unfortunately, I can't have you smell what he smells," he says with a chuckle. "Even I can't figure out how that would work. Only idea is something involving neural collars, but...you try decrypting canine neural signals," he laughs. "But for now..." he taps some commands, and the simulation ends. "Now...shall we find someplace to try it out?" He asks.

"OH YES WE SHALL!" She shouts, as he starts to don his own armor. "But wait...we? And where should we go?" She asks.

"Zdrada's been keeping ears on the ground," he responds. "Rumors flowed through the Night Sentinel of Argentid trafficking rings, and worse." His face was hidden by his helmet now, but she could tell there was a mix of concern and anger written all over it. "Force feeding demonflesh to animals, trying to make more Argentids. Hushed whispers even talk of creating places FOR demons to invade, existing simply as demon farms, so there's always a supply," he says as he grabs his weapons, and double checks a spot. "Dammit, VEGA's not working as he should. Guess it's all up to the doc," he says as they head for the portal, double check the coordinates are correct, and activate it.

On the other side, they were near a ruined warehouse, of what seemed like multiple. The two of them investigate, noticing some with demons in them, including a few gore nests. Other warehouses were full of caged animals, some looked like Argentids, while various men were busy transporting them to various places, force feeding them demonflesh, and they even caught a glimpse of what looked like a fighting ring for the animals. The Slayer glanced towards the demon filled warehouses and pumped his shotgun, while then giving a nod towards the others, which Judgement understood. He then went off towards his warehouses, as heavy metal started bo blare from his armor. As Judgement's about to go up against her warehouses, a line of text appears in her HUD. "Oh, a little gift. Couldn't replicate Mick's work, but I WAS able to work with an Earth artist, Andrew Hulshult. Enjoy." As the gangsters notice her, she hears heavy metal playing from her own suit, of a different style to the Slayer's own, causing her to grin evilly and extend her claws and ready her chains. She slashed, she chained up, she stole guns and knives, and one by one, all were rendered helpless, all clearly terrified as she displayed her prowess. It was bloody, but she was careful not to kill, as she had been taught.

Once they were all apprehended, one of them, who seemed to be the leader, taunted her by saying that she couldn't get all the demons too, and that they'd all get out of there. At least until the Slayer walked in, covered in blood, which shut everyone right up. Even Judgement was a touch afraid of the aura the Slayer was giving off right now, clearly having been busy with merciless demon extermination. A little while longer, cops showed up on scene, gawking at all the carnage, to haul everyone away, while animal control came to do the same, Argentids being taken away separately. Everyone saluted both the Slayer and Judgement, who stood by while everyone else did their thing, leaving for the Fortress only once they were alone.

"That was...fun," Judgement says, pulling off her helmet. "And we got to help all those poor animals," she says with a sad look. "Damn shame we couldn't save them all of them. Some of them looked to be in critical condition from failed Argentidification, or had too many battle can't people just be nice!" She shouts, on the verge of tears. "I get that...they were bad. Needed punishment. But..." she breaks down, sobbing, even as Marauder ran up to greet her, and letting Judgement hug him tightly.

"Because sadly, evil is a part of humanity," the Slayer says as he takes his own helmet off. "Because humanity is one of balance. To be capable of both putting men on the moon and Mars, as well as nuclear destruction," he says as he also hugs her, from behind. "And I get it. You may...not want to punish people. You may not WANT to hurt them. But sometimes...they need it, as there's no other way," he says, kissing her cheek. "We're alike in that, you know? At a fundamental level, do I want to be known as...well, the one being that all others fear? The Unchained Predator, the ultimate unstoppable force, with a body count in the billions or so, even if it's demons? Do I want a life where I could retire, maybe live in the country somewhere?" He asks quietly, his grip around her tightening. "Yes. Yes I would agree to ALL of that. But I know I can't. If there is such a thing as fate, some ultimate high power, or even a concept beyond any god...it dealt me this hand. It gave me the skills to kill demons, it gave me immortality, it made me, a simple kid from Minnesota who just wanted to join the Marines to pay for college, into a being worshipped as a god. And I have made peace with that," he says, as she turns around in his arms and looks up at him. "And so it has with you. You may not like the hand you were dealt. High Prosecutor, and now my enforcer. You may prefer to say, play fetch with Marauder all day. But...that's not the hand you were dealt. You, like me, were forced onto the violent path. The ugly path. And I can help you cope with that, and help you accept it," he says with a smile, as they kiss. First it's slow, gentle and loving, but then it's deep, passionate, needy. Judgement couldn't think of anything else, only the man she was kissing. Well, that wasn't fully true, she was also thinking about how she wished the armor wasn't in the way right now, as she wanted him to comfort her as fully as he possibly could. She even reached around his own armor, clawing at various parts, not that she knew how to get it off of him. Or even herself.

"It's ok," he says as they break the kiss, and green eyes stared into silver glowing eyes, as he carried her away to the bedroom. "Of course I know how to undo it," he says with a grin. "And I too want to get the armor undone sooner rather than later," he says with a grunt that suggested discomfort. "Getting a boner in this armor is...NOT fun," he chuckles as he starts to undo his own armor, and she laughs with him as her own is undone.

"Don't hold back," she whispers to him as undersuits start to come off, and hands explored bodies. "If I'm not screaming, you're doing it wrong."

"You all heard Lucifer. Twice. Do you think that's a problem?" he asks with a smirk, as they were fully revealed to each other.

"I gave you an order," she says sternly but with a wink as she wrapped legs around him. While it did fall in the category of insubordination, he was more than happy to oblige her. On and on they went, each orgasming multiple times, and she was screaming for most of it. When they were too tired to continue, they laid together, in each other's arms, as she fell asleep from exhaustion, while the Slayer stayed with her, letting her sleep, even though he couldn't.