Note: Hey everyone. Originally, we were going to release this and the next chapter as one big chapter, but we just wanted to get something released. For those of you who have been thinking this finale has been going on forever, yes. Look, LUBYP's finale had ten parts and three epilogue chapters. Writing too much is our MO. That means that the next Chapter will be the FINAL YEH chapter...except there will also be an epilogue. So really, two chapters left. Yes, we are in the endgame now. This story will actually have a conclusion! Get hyped. Or don't. It's up to you really. At this point, if you are still reading this, we assume your standards of quality vanished a long time ago. Enjoy.
Yang looked at the ceiling.
And Salem looked at the ceiling.
And Nora looked at the cei—
"What the fuck?" Yang screamed, before the unstoppable tidal wave of Rubies fell on top of her. Nora was the only one in a position to react, snatching Ren by the wrist and dragging him out of the way into safety. Salem and Yang were not so lucky; being stuck in their absurd anal acrobatics, they were defenseless as dozens of Rubies fell on top of them like rubble from a collapsing building. Emerald, though dazed from her orgasm, managed to roll far enough out of the way to avoid the catastrophe, even if her heart called out to Salem and her plight. The Rubies pooled together, crying out in terror as they fell by the bucketful into the foyer. The captive Sea of Sluts really had no idea what to make of the chaotic, never-ending Ruby pile-up in front of them. However, what truly shocked them was when their binds suddenly vanished.
First, Kali Belladonna felt a lurch in her gut, and the tentacle that wormed its way through her insides suddenly vanished, granting her the ability to breathe once again. She coughed and sputtered on her knees, her body returning to its normal, sexy shape. The suction plugs on her nipples disappeared as well, and Blake thankfully felt the pressure in her asshole loosen.
From there, the other Sluts noticed one-by-one as the tight webbing that had bound them suddenly turned into nothingness. Their muscles relaxed, and they gasped as they suddenly became free from the Grimm materials that had forced them to endure such humiliating circumstances. Yet, they didn't all get up and flee the mansion at once, out of fear that one of the many supernatural powers that dwelled within the manor would stop them once again. Still, they were able to rise up to their feet, and Pyrrha, the naturally best Huntress of the lot, was the first one to get up and survey the fresh new hell in front of them.
Infinite Rubies? It sure seemed like it. Yang and Salem disappeared completely beneath the writhing Ruby mass, and the redheads kept on coming from the ceiling. She was certain that the ceiling had broken from the sheer weight of the Rubies alone. Whatever kind of kinky shit was going on up there, it was proving too much for the mansion to handle. Oh, it was definitely kinky shit. She remembered that it was Ruby's death and resurrection that caused the initial Ruby split. She was no rocket scientist, but given all of the other ridiculous sexual nonsense that had occurred over the past several hours, she was damn sure that this Ruby stampede was caused by goofy, sexy, probably murderous nonsense.
And when the flow of Rubies finally ceased, and the several-hundred-redhead army had overwhelmed the foyer, Pyrrha was finally able to look up into the massive gap in the ceiling and see Cinder Fall staring back down through the hole. Because of course that bitch was involved in this.
Cinder gazed down through the gap and laughed.
"Holy shit!" she cried with amusement. "Guess we finally found the limit, didn't we?"
The dark blue Goddess of Hate floated gently down through the gap, surveying the damage. "For the room? Yes. For the mansion…"
Suddenly, the Goddess of Lust flew up to meet her sister, gently gliding up the writhing Ruby masses as they struggled to recover. The horned, devilish Goddess placed her hands on her hips and cocked her head to the side.
"Sister, would you care to explain why there are several hundred Ruby Roses?" she asked.
"Dear Sister, you have missed out on a lot," the Goddess of Hate explained. "There was a wondrous foursome with big dicks and semen everywhere, and then…oh my, where to even begin? There was a decapitation, and then a resurrection, some more murder, some more resurrection, one thing led to another…and now a massive swarm of Rubies exists that all want to kill each other and simultaneously be killed by each other."
The Goddess of Lust raised an eyebrow—or she would have. If she had eyebrows. Which she didn't.
"So…sadomasochistic, murderous Ruby Roses?"
"Precisely."
"And the reason you did all of this?" the Goddess of Lust asked.
"Science."
"Science?"
"Well, philosophy, really. We've learned a lot about metaphysics, Sister," the Goddess of Hate responded carefully. "Due to the constant resurrection and slaughter of Rubies, I believe I have enough evidence to finally prove substance dualism!"
"You mean, you believe you have sufficiently debunked the hypotheses of physicalism and idealism?"
Cinder chimed in suddenly, her voice brimming with evil excitement. "And we've learned how to have incestuous blood orgies. Really violent blood orgies." She jumped down through the hole in the ceiling and landed on top of the mountain of Rubies, stepping directly on one of their faces. She was sure it didn't mind.
"That, too," the Goddess of Hate noted. "I mean, I don't know if that is as exciting as solving the mind-body problem, but—"
The Goddess of Lust stopped her dead in her tracks. "You should have led with the blood orgies from the start!" Her voice was full of enthusiasm. "I mean, it combines lust and hate in such a beautiful manner, just like us. It's everything we dreamed of. I don't know why we didn't start with blood orgies sooner."
"Well, it's hard to keep blood orgies lasting," the Goddess of Hate admitted. "You know…because we'd murder everyone."
"But," Cinder noted, glad to be amongst such a wonderful conversation with the Gods. "With the infinitely spawning Ruby Roses, that is no longer a problem. We can keep the blood orgy going on all day and night! Non-stop sex and violence and more violence!"
Whatever doubts the Goddess of Lust had vanished within a matter of seconds. How could it not? Sure, she was disappointed when Yang and Salem's fuckfest was ruined. It was pretty hot watching the demonic blonde utterly dominate everyone around her. There was nothing greater than hot dicks sliding into moist pussies after all. However, the more cocks and pussies, the better! Sure, Yang and Salem were seemingly crushed beneath a mountainous pile of woman flesh, but was that really such a loss? She now suddenly had a massive influx of perverse sluts to play around with; sluts who had no problem getting fucked, sucked, and brutally assassinated any way she wanted to. Plus, they would come back to life if they died, so there were literally no moral consequences whatsoever. It was a perfect, perpetual fuck party, just as Cinder and her sister described. Truthfully, there was no reason to think of this as anything other than a huge improvement.
"Cinder Fall, Sister…I must say I am impressed," the Goddess of Lust said happily. "I've always wanted to figure out how to get a blood orgy working properly, but I could never get all the variables sorted out. This is going to revolutionize pornography as we know it!"
"Hell yeah," Cinder said. She winked at the glowing red Goddess. "And, you know…I might have a few more perverted ideas up my sleeve."
The Goddesses leaned in toward the Fall Maiden.
"Really?"
"Tell us more."
"I'd be happy to," Cinder stated. "Of course, I think it would only be fair that I be compensated for my ideas, don't you think? I mean, I do love you guys—you know I love you, right?"
"Oh, please. You flatter us," the Goddess of Lust laughed.
"Go on," sighed the Goddess of Hate.
"I love you guys," Cinder said, continuing to butter up the Goddesses so much that they may as well have been dinner rolls. "But I think I could really serve Your Kinkinesses the best if I received a more official position. Something like…Official Vizier to Everyone's Ravenous, Lustful, Orgasmic, Remarkable Deities. Or OVERLORD for short. OVERLORD of Atlas."
"OVERLORD…of Atlas?" the Goddess of Hate said suspiciously.
"I mean, it's only fair," Cinder explained. "I have solved one of the greatest philosophical problems of our times—and I also proved the Soul or whatever. I have excellent leadership and management skills, expert planning and communication, plus many more traits that are necessary for proper rule. Obviously, I would never try to overthrow you two. You two are the absolute pinnacle of perfection. However, a simple Kingdom under my command, being able to raise sluts for you to fuck and use to your hearts' content, would be beneficial to all parties, I'm sure. It may sound like a lot now, but just you wait. Within ten to fifteen years, you will see the sluttification of Atlas skyrocket. The dividends alone will be—"
"Hold on there, Cinder," the Goddess of Hate interrupted her. "I don't think that's going to work out."
Cinder's heart suddenly sank. She hadn't overdone her sales pitch, had she? She had always been a tad bit power-hungry, but surely the Goddesses could respect her drive.
"It's not?" she asked innocently.
"Definitely not," the Goddess of Lust concurred. "OVERLORD of Atlas is inappropriate, to say the least."
"But…but I'm such a good leader!" Cinder said desperately. "I mean, I masterminded the Fall of Beacon! Ask Emerald. Hey, Emerald, didn't I—" Cinder glanced to the floor, but unfortunately, Emerald was still far too broken from cunnilingus to give a proper response. The Goddesses didn't care anyway; the opinion of a mere mortal teenager was not going to persuade them one way or another.
"Cinder, we respect you immensely for what you've done," the Goddess of Hate explained. "But you are not, under any circumstances, going to be the OVERLORD of Atlas."
"Right," the Goddess of Lust said, crossing her arms. If she could smirk, she would. "OVERLORD of Remnant is a far better title."
And then, Cinder's heart skipped a beat, her jaw dropped to the floor, and her eyes transformed into two gigantic, bulging dollar signs—despite the fact that she wasn't being promised money and she had no idea what dollars were.
After a few brief seconds of delirious satisfaction, Cinder suddenly screamed. "Are you kidding me?"
And shortly after that, another voice called out from the ground floor. "Are you fucking kidding me?"
The negotiations of power weren't purely limited to the Goddesses and the Fall Maiden. Of course, Cinder was standing on top of a gigantic pile of Rubies in the foyer, and the foyer was filled with formerly captive sluts. One of those sluts was Nyrrha Pikos, aka Pyrrha Niko, aka a woman who was intimately familiar with Cinder Fall and her bullshit. The mere suggestion that the insane Destroyer of Beacon would accumulate more power—let alone world-conquering power—was enough to make Pyrrha's blood boil. Out of sheer anger against the bitch that shot her in the heart, Pyrrha had raced toward the mountainous Ruby pile and began rapidly ascending it. She clawed into faces, boobs, butts, and more, using the genocidal redheads as stepping stones to reach her destination as they screamed and squealed beneath her feet. She climbed the Ruby pile with frightening urgency, and within mere seconds of her objection, the feisty Huntress-turned-adult-film-star-turned-adult-film-director was at the summit, climbing to her feet and standing next to Cinder to face down the Goddesses.
"Hey there, Pyrrha," Cinder gloated. "Did you hear? The Goddesses wanted to—"
"No," Pyrrha said bluntly. "No, no, no, no-no, no, nope, no way, no, nuh-uh, nope nope nope-nope-nope noooooooo. Fuck no."
Cinder smirked. "So, someone isn't—"
"Nope."
"Someone—"
"No way."
Cinder waited.
And waited.
And waited some more.
"So someone isn't—"
"Fuck you," Pyrrha said harshly, and she turned to the Goddesses in frustration. "You: You cannot allow this woman to become Queen of Remnant."
"OVERLORD of—"
"Shut the fuck up!" Pyrrha shouted Cinder down again while not even looking at her. "She's a crazy, power-hungry bitch! She stabbed me in the chest and disintegrated me into nothingness! If she is allowed to rule over Remnant, she will bring everything to ruin."
The Goddess of Hate nodded. "Yep. Ruin. Sexy, sexy ruin."
"B-But," Pyrrha stammered. "Don't you think she'll eventually try to overthrow you? She has betrayed everyone she has ever worked with. Eventually, she'll try to destroy you, too!"
"And she will fail," said the Goddess of Lust calmly. "Because we are Gods, and we are awesome."
"Yeah, what is she going to do?" the Goddess of Hate pointed out. "She's just a sad little human. We can destroy her anytime we want."
"But we won't," the Goddess of Lust assured her.
"Yes. As long as you keep the slutty ideas coming," clarified the Goddess of Hate.
Cinder nodded approvingly, stroking her chin in a display of maniacal planning. "Oh, don't worry. I can definitely think of a few more kinky ideas. In fact, here's another one for you…" Her eyes flashed a fiery, vibrant orange, and she hooked her arm around Pyrrha's shoulder, groping her breast. "Pyrrha can become my personal sex slave."
Pyrrha instantly recoiled in disgust, grabbing Cinder's hand and throwing it off her boob before the Fall Maiden could further molest her. Hadn't that awful woman done enough to ruin her life? She even killed her for heaven's sake! How much worse could it actually get? Unfortunately, it could actually get much worse, a fact she was soon reminded of when one of the Rubies she was standing on yelled out in excitement.
"Ooh, make me a sex slave, too!" the Ruby cried. Like a set of dominoes, once one Ruby exclaimed her sexual desires, the entire mountain of them started screaming too.
"Fuck me, Cinder!"
"Fuck me, Mistress!"
"Ooh, baby, ooh!"
"Join us, Pyrrha!"
"Join us in the pile!"
"We all fuck down here, Pyrrha!"
"It's wonderful!"
"Join our orgy, Pyrrha!"
The clamoring of the insane Rubies caused the entire mountain to rock beneath Pyrrha's feet, and it took a surprising amount of effort just to keep herself balanced. Fortunately, Cinder was there to lend a helping hand and support Pyrrha once more by grabbing her by the tit and hugging her close.
"I've got you!" Cinder shouted.
"No, you don't!" Pyrrha shouted back, elbowing Cinder hard in the ribs.
Cinder repeatedly reached toward Pyrrha, and Pyrrha repeatedly swatted her away. She stopped herself short of punching Cinder out; she knew that if she escalated the fight between them, either Cinder or the Gods themselves would intervene to smite her out of existence. Unfortunately, while she was a skilled Huntress, she already knew what would happen if she tried to take on the Fall Maiden at her full strength. It was a horrible, godawful set of circumstances. She was stuck being molested and insulted by that awful woman, and she was powerless to fight back. What was she supposed to do? Kindly suggest that Cinder not be the worst Human alive? That bitch ruined everything. She crashed her porno shoot, persuaded the Gods to join her crusade, and was now intent on becoming the OVERLORD of All Remnant. With the Goddesses on her side, what power was capable of stopping her? Surely not a mere Huntress like herself.
Fortunately, there was at least one woman strong enough to stand up to her. Pyrrha glanced down at her feet, where the infinite pile of Rubies was shouting in orgasmic excitement at the prospect of being sexually violated. She knew that the creature capable of defeating Cinder was lying underneath that pile. That creature's name was Yang Xiao—"
"Heeeeeeey, Cinder!"
Pyrrha's head suddenly snapped to a completely different part of the giant Ruby pile—where Neo was standing at its base, waving up at the top of the mountain.
"Yo! Cinder! Down here!"
Cinder immediately released her hold on Pyrrha, and her face turned sour. The fire in her eyes disappeared. Even the Rubies seemed to sense her dissatisfaction, as they all became quiet. Hell, the entire mansion became quiet. They weren't very talkative to begin with, of course. In fact, most of them barely had any personalities or voices at all, choosing to stay silent except for the occasional screams or pleasure or fear, letting the RWBY crew do most of the heavy lifting. But now, they were extra quiet. And that only made Neo's annoying cries extra loud.
Neo began climbing up the Ruby pile, and Cinder immediately shouted down at her. "No. Get the fuck away from me."
"Cinder, come on!" Neo cried. "We're best friends. You can't make plans for world domination without me!"
"I can and I will!" Cinder shouted, though her words of discouragement did nothing to stop Neo from rapidly hurrying up to join her partner-in-crime. "I don't have time for your bullshit anymore!"
"It's not bullshit…" Neo grunted as she finally struggled and climbed her way to the peak, standing upright to join Cinder and Pyrrha on top of the redhead submissive. She stood as proudly as a naked woman could, taking up even more space on the already tight Ruby summit. "You don't get it, Cinder. I spent so many years of my life mute, only able to roll my eyes at everyone's conversations. But ever since I started speaking, I've realized that life has so many wonderful things in it. Comedy, singing, big dick girls; and the crazy thing is, no matter how many times we fought, or I got mad at you for wanting to do some really evil things, we always did that stuff together. You may be a psychotic bitch, but you're my psychotic bitch. We have to stick together."
Cinder closed her eyes, placed hands together, and took a deep, careful breath. "Neo, I need to explain this to you. I don't give a shit about you. We aren't friends, we aren't anything. I was planning on betraying you eventually. Probably even tonight."
"But you didn't," Neo said with a knowing wink.
"Because Salem and a bunch of Gods showed up!" Cinder shouted, immediately breaking her calm. "Situations changed, which is why you don't have a knife in your chest."
"Exactly. Situations changed. So don't kill me," Neo stated.
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"No."
"Yes."
"All right, if you insist," Neo groaned, grabbing Cinder by the arm before the Fall Maiden realized her blunder.
"Wha—get the fuck off me!" Cinder growled, pulling her claw away. "Don't you get it you inane cunt? I have new best friends. The Goddesses of Lust and Hate. I don't need you anymore. Why don't you take your stupid bowler hat, and your stupid umbrella, and your stupid cotton candy hair, and your stupid heterochromia, and why don't you fuck right off out of the—"
Unfortunately for Cinder, she wasn't able to finish her threat. Neo wasn't able to make a witty, humorous comeback to it, and Pyrrha wasn't able to roll her eyes at the absurdities in front of her, and the Rubies weren't able to scream something kinky either. That was because, before Cinder could utter another syllable, the entire mountain of Rubies shook violently—and then erupted like a volcano, exploding and sending Rubies and Ruby parts flying out in every direction. Cinder, Neo, and Pyrrha went soaring, blasted across the foyer, and slammed hard into the crowds of sluts down on the ground below. The Sluts screamed, covering their eyes and ears and throwing up their arms to protect themselves from the flying Rubies. As the Rubies and their bits rained down from the ceiling, a single figure burst forward from the center of the pile, screaming in unbridled fury—with Salem wrapped around her leg like an obedient, terrified puppy.
"You motherfucker!" Yang exhaled with pure unadulterated rage. "You want to fuck with me?"
Her eyes immediately snapped to Cinder's position, staring daggers through the Fall Maiden as she climbed to her feet, pushing aside the Sluts that got in her way. When Cinder recovered from the tremendous blow, she glared up and Yang and grinned sadistically.
"Oh, look. It's the blonde," she smiled. "You look pretty good for a brain-dead, one-armed bitch."
Of course. How could anyone forget? Shortly before Yang was taken by the tentacles and had her mind pounded into gelatin, Cinder had swooped in during a fit of chaos and sliced her other arm clean off her body. It didn't matter too much; aside from the fact Yang was quickly forced into a far worse situation shortly afterward, both of her arms ended up growing back once she mutated into the powerful Grimm form she currently possessed. Because of that, most of the Sluts didn't even understand the significance of Cinder's mocking comments. But Yang remembered. How would she ever forget losing her arm again? That image of the flesh sliced off her body burned brightly in her mind.
One of the Rubies—a particularly sweet, naïve Ruby—leapt up to her feet and sprinted toward Yang. "Ooh, Yang, you look really sexy—"
The Ruby could barely take five steps before Yang suddenly grabbed her sister by the throat and, without ever taking her eyes off of Cinder, snapped the redhead's neck like a twig. She casually discarded her body on the ground, not even phased by her sororicide. It had gotten dull the second time around. Salem let out a surprised gasp as Ruby hit the floor next to her, and the other Rubies who may have been considering admiring Yang's hot futanari beauty up close quickly scurried away from the demon like frightened mice.
"You…what the hell have you done?" Yang hissed. Cinder innocently shrugged.
"Oh, not much," she said with a childlike yet incredibly smug grin. "I've merely sexually conquered a clone army of your sister and secured my place as the Queen of Remnant. Oh, sorry…did you have plans to conquer Remnant, too?"
Cinder had no way of knowing Yang's intent. In fact, this was the first time seeing Yang in her new Grimm form. And yet, she had the ability to read Yang like an open book. What gave it away? The posture? The malice? The fact that Salem was humping her leg like a pathetic neutered puppy dog? It didn't matter. Yang only felt rage growing in her pitch-black Soul.
"You come down into my room…abuse my sister…interrupt my orgy…" Yang growled, suddenly grabbing Salem by the hair and digging her fingers into her scalp. "And you think you can talk to me like that?"
"Pretty sure I can talk to anyone like that now," Cinder bragged. "You are staring at the supreme ruler of this world. I suggest you make like your precious sister and learn how to start…" Cinder proudly gestured down to her crotch. "…eatin' this pussy, bitch."
Yang's black gaze stared holes through the overconfident Fall Maiden. She really thought she already won. Cinder had always been somewhat stupid. Letting Ruby live during the attack on Haven. Trying to betray everyone she ever worked with. Wearing shorts to Atlas despite frigid temperatures. However, this act of foolishness surely took the proverbial cake. Her Fall Maiden powers were no match for the might of Yang's sexy demoness. She had a big enough cock to bring even the mighty Salem to her knees. Did this two-bit teenager really think she stood a chance against the strength of a demi-goddess? She was standing there, so proud, so sure of herself, and Yang only grew more furious with each passing second. That damned cunt had interrupted her right before she could plow Salem's tender pussy. Did she have any idea how long Yang wanted to tap that? Yang was determined to make the miserable wretch pay by mounting her head upon her mantle—and also by fucking the pride right out of her stupid, grinning skull.
Unfortunately, that task was easier said than done. The tension in the air was palpable, and even the dumbest of observers could tell that the two women were itching for a confrontation that was sure to be equal parts brutal and bloody. However, for all the power these two women possessed at their fingertips, there were two women who had even more power that were watching the conflict unfold. The Goddesses of Lust and Hate hovered above the foyer, gazing down as they watched their two favorite pets get ready to tear each other limb from limb. They had no interest in letting such a series of affairs take place. From their perches, the Goddesses glanced at each other and realized their intervention was necessary, and they swooped down to stop the fighting before it even took place.
"Stop this!" the Goddess of Lust demanded, flying to cut off Yang.
"Cease this at once," the Goddess of Hate yelled, stopping directly in front of Cinder.
"Get the fuck out of the way," Yang growled. She tried to take a step past the glowing red being, but she was intercepted immediately, her path blocked by the immortal form of the God.
"You two aren't going to kill each other," the Goddess of Lust decreed. "We have waited millennia for two sluts as kinky as you to come along, and we aren't going to let you two just kill each other and spoil all the fun."
"That's right," the Goddess of Hate concurred, halting Cinder before her smug grin inspired Yang to further madness. "There's no need for you to fight. You are both our favorites."
"Bullshit!" Yang screamed. "You promised her that she could be the ruler of Remnant. I wanted to take over this planet!"
That was true. They did promise her that. The Goddess of Hate scratched her head. Quite a conundrum indeed.
"Okay. Cinder?" the Goddess of Hate asked politely. "Would you mind sharing your rulership of Remnant with Yang? Perhaps a 50/50 split?"
Whatever hope of compromise the Goddess had vanished when Cinder merely laughed off her offer.
"Yeah. Fuck that," she said simply. "I don't exactly share with losers like her."
While the Goddess of Hate wanted to negotiate, Yang quickly screamed before she could even begin a counteroffer.
"And I'm not sharing with her! Plus, I don't want a fucking handout! I'm conquering this world, dammit. It's no fun if you just hand it out like a goddamn participation trophy."
The Goddess of Lust sighed. Compromise wasn't going to work. The two demons hated each other with a burning passion, and their lust for power was insatiable. There was no way that they were going to resolve this peacefully. That left only one option.
"All right," the Goddess of Lust stated. "If you two will only accept one of you as ruler, then we must come to a consensus. There is only one way to determine which of you deserves to take over Remnant. You two must have…a sex contest!"
Yang looked at Cinder.
Cinder looked at Yang.
Yang looked at Cinder.
Cinder looked at Yang.
And then Yang dashed the Goddesses' hopes yet again.
"Yeah…no."
The Goddess of Lust glanced at her. "No?"
"No."
"But you love sex contests."
"Yeah…kinda played out."
"I agree," Cinder said from afar. "Pretty cliché at this point."
"Plus, you know what they say," Yang added. "Never stick your dick in crazy."
"Couldn't agree more," nodded Cinder.
"Then," the Goddess stammered. "How are we going to settle this?"
"Oh, simple," Yang smirked viciously. She extended her hands out, and suddenly, massive black pools emerged around her. The remaining Rubies and the freed Sluts backed away in fear as from the pools of darkness, Grimm emerged, snarling and hungry and ready to slaughter. Yang looked past the red Goddess, grinning evilly as she stared the Fall Maiden down. "I kill this fucking cunt."
Cinder was unphased by Yang's threat, extending out her own arms. "Funny," she added. Surrounding her, the army of Rubies slowly stood up, their urge to fulfill the whims of their master taking hold. They were Huntresses, trained in slaughtering Grimm—and they just happened to see a Grimm-like woman standing right in front of them. Cinder laughed. "I was thinking the exact same thing."
For the last time, everyone looked at each other. Yang looked at Cinder. Ruby looked at the Grimm. Salem looked at Yang. Cinder looked at Yang. The Grimm looked at Cinder. The Goddesses looked at each other. The Sluts looked at the Goddesses. The Goddesses looked at Cinder, who looked at the Goddesses, who looked at Yang, who looked at her Grimm, who looked at the Rubies, who looked at the Sluts, who looked at the Goddesses, who looked at Pyrrha, who looked at Cinder, who looked at Yang, who looked at the Sluts, who looked at the Goddesses, who looked at Neo, who looked at Cinder, who looked at Pyrrha, who looked at Nora, who looked at Ren, who wanted to look at Nora, but since he was under a sheet, he just looked at nothing except a sheet, which didn't do any looking, because sheets don't have eyes.
But who did have eyes?
Cinder.
Who looked at Yang.
And then, suddenly, Yang and the Grimm charged forward, and Cinder and the Ruby army screamed as they charged forward too. The final battle had begun.
