Hell hath no wrath like a woman scorned, but, when a woman scorned has hell's wrath, there is nothing that will stand up to her.

Relena was on the war path, and her true colours were showing. She was mean and spiteful toward everyone, not caring what hurt she caused. Her followers were now almost too scared to go near her, and she didn't care. All she cared about was getting back at Heero and his friends for the embarrassment they caused.

Nothing on earth would be enough, but........ perhaps something otherworldly could do the trick..... just maybe.....

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She knelt, in her blood crimson silk robe on the floor. In front of her, inside of a circle of candles, is a perfectly symmetrical, five pointed star. As she knelt she bowed her head to the book of mastery in front of her.

"Oh great Ruler of Darkness, Sovereign of Blackness, Master of Suffering, in the name of all that is subject to your rule, hear my plea!" Relena started, "I call you forth to cause suffering to the one who scorns me! In exchange for doing my will, you will be free to roam the realm of the living!" She had been told that she must offer Him something in exchange for His service.

As she began the murmuring incantations from the book, her head bowed eyes riveted on the words in front of her, Relena did not notice the figure beginning to form from the smoke of the candles. When she finished the incantations and finally looked up, she gasped. //This isn't right! The smoke shouldn't be that colour, black and crimson are the colours of the Dread Lord, not black and purple!//

But it was too late, she realized, with the incantations finished, she couldn't stop the manifestation. As she watched in horror, a solid form finally started to emerge from the swirling smoke. A beautifully formed body, slim and muscular, in a pair of body hugging black leather pants, and a similarly tight black mesh three-quarter length shirt. Silver was everywhere, chains hanging from its - she couldn't tell the sex - waist, from the wrists, around its neck, right down to the ankles and shoes.

The one defining characteristic that made it so difficult for Relena to distinguish the sex was a braid hanging over one shoulder, its end dangling just about the figures knees. From the hair Relena first thought was that this thing was female, but as she examined closer, she could detect no hint of breasts from the sleekly muscled, and extremely flat chest, making her wonder if it might be male.

The braid appeared a chestnut brown, but when it swayed with the figures movement, the candle light caught highlights in its strands, turning it into a shining mass of golden and bronze light. With a gasp, she noticed that also when the figure moved there was a slight tinkling sound, as bleach white bones that were plaited into the braid gently knocked together. //Oh my god.....its beautiful//

One thing made her the most uncomfortable. Emerging from behind the figure, and taking up most of the air space in the room were a pair of pitch black, leathery, bat wings. There was silver there too, she could see the structure of the wings was constructed of silver bones, they radiated through the substance of the wings. The wings were moving slightly, gliding very slowly, back and forth, back and forth, keeping the figure airborne, about a foot above the floor.

Relena saw movement, and looked to the figures right hand, she saw that it was extended in front of the figure and the fingers were curling, as if it were grasping something. Slowly the last of the smoke from the candles formed onto what looked like and oddly shaped staff in the figures hand, but when it solidified, Relena gasped. It was a scythe, a long blade of silver attached to an oddly shaped length of wood, two curving blades, both of silver were on the opposite side of the wood from the main blade, both slightly curving down, the bottom one shorter than the top. The length of wood was extremely long, reaching from about a foot above the figures head to almost the floor, about 7 feet long.

Suddenly the figures eyes snapped open //My god! That colour! How do you get that colour eyes...?//

The figures eyes roamed around the room, over Relena, then back to settle on her. She froze, mesmerized by the depth of violet gaze that was focused on her.

The figure smirked in amusement, and not just a little contempt, at the puny mortal on her knees in front of it. Then grinned as she managed to find her voice.

"Wha . . . what are you?" Relena managed. It laughed, and with that slight sound Relena firmly decided that this thing was a he, not a she.

"You wanted the Devil Incarnate to do your dirty work, girl?" he said with thinly veiled contempt and sarcasm, "I'm sorry, but the Dread Lord does not deal with unimportant mortal matters, too bad, so sad, life's a bitch," he laughed again, "but then you get even." he said more to himself then to her.

"If He doesn't deal with mortals, why are you here, and more importantly, who and what the hell are you!" Relena demanded of him.

"I am here because I was a good little servant and was allowed to got to the mortal realm to have some fun," he stated in a mocking voice, "As for who I am, you are currently in the presence of my esteemed self, Shinigami."

"The . . . the God of . . . of Death?" she repeated, bewildered

"You got that right," he replied as he deftly folded his wings and dropped lightly into the precise center of the wards scrolled on the floor. "you could also call me the Great Destroyer [can everyone say 'shitty dubs'?], but for convenience, I go by Duo."

Holding the scythe horizontally, he wrapped his wings around his body, they shimmered, and there was suddenly a leather jacket (complete with silver chains and zippers) covering his arms, but open to expose his chest.

"D....... d.....du......?" still confused, Relena could only sputter.

"Duh...duh....duh..." Duo mimicked, "What? Your brain too small to process my name? Come on, say it with me, D...u...o... See? Its not so hard" Walking out of the circle of candles, Duo went over to a leather couch positioned by the wall and sat. Noticing the now terrified look he was getting from Relena, he smirked again, "What? Did you think that some slabs of wax and some chalk lines would stop me? I don't think so!"

Taking a deep breath, and standing, Relena faced the figure lounging on the couch, "Okay, so let me get this straight, I call the Devil, but he's busy, so I get you, the God of Death, correct?" receiving another smirk and a nod, she continued, "So, since you're here, you will be the one helping me in ........my business, correct?" another nod, "Good. Now...... let me tell you about what I have planned for you........."

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