A/N: I strongly encourage reading the previous entries for context.

Warnings: Mild gore.

This Hell Made Just for You

When the Lamb came for her, Heket was not afraid. When they proved more skilful and more powerful than she had anticipated, it just made her angrier. She could feel the strength leaving her body as the fight wore on, yet she would not stop. She would not yield. Even knowing what awaited her, even knowing who awaited her, Heket still welcomed death over surrender. The Lamb struck the final blow and tore the still beating heart from her chest before her world went black.

She regained awareness face down on a ritual circle painted onto a disk made of stone. She didn't need to wonder where she was now as she heard ominous chuckling coming from far above her and the rattling of chains. "Well, well, well, sister." The contempt dripped from Narinder's voice, one she hadn't heard in a thousand years. "Finally, they send you to me. Finally, you stand before me after all these years." She got to her feet, a hand going to her throat. She had reverted to her regular form, yet the pain had not returned. She should've known that freedom from the wound that had plagued her for so long could only be found in death. "Do you have any last words?"

She raised her head to look him dead in the eyes, drew herself up to her full height and bared her teeth at him in a defiant sneer. "Do your worst, brother," she challenged with a snarl.

He sneered back. "As you wish, sister." With a snap of his fingers the disk vanished beneath her feet and she was falling.

SPLASH!

She was surprised to find that she had been dropped into a body of water and swam to the surface. She appeared to be in a vast lake not far from a small island, so that was where she headed. After wading out of the water she looked around. "Is this your idea of hell, brother? Pathetic."

Narinder's chuckle echoed all around her, seeming to come from every direction all at once. "Where do you think you are, sister?"

As she frowned in confusion, from behind her she head a small voice ask her, "Mama?"

With wide eyes she spun on her heel and looked down into the water. A lone tadpole was staring back and she blinked in both surprise and confusion. What was one of her children doing here? The tadpole's expression became one of joy. "Mama!" They swam towards her. "Mama! Mama!" There was something strange about their appearance, so she waded back into the water and gently scooped them up into her hands, raising her hands to her face. They wiggled their body in happiness. "Mama, we missed you!" Her eyes widened further; Their body had been scarred and mutilated by countless bite marks, though all were healed. She swallowed and gently placed them back in the water. When she looked up, more tadpoles had appeared – some with legs – and were swimming towards her. Recognition blossomed on their faces and turned to delight. "Mama!" They surged forward. "Mama! Mama!" Their cries drew the attention of more and they continued to emerge from all corners of the lake until a sea of them was crowding the water before her, numbering easily in the thousands. And every one of them was in the same condition.

She couldn't believe her eyes. "How? How do you…?"

"Why so surprised, sister? You sent them to me after all. So I did for them what you never could. What you never would; Itook careof them."

She felt a tug on her cloak and she looked down. A tadpole stared back with a hopeful expression. "Mama, do you have any food?"

Instantly the others reacted and crowded forward. "Food!"

"Yes, food!"

"Mama we're hungry!"

Hungry? How could they be hungry? "My children, you no longer need food. You are all dead. We are all dead." But her words fell on deaf ears and she sighed. In an attempt to appease them, she hesitantly and reluctantly raised her arms aloft and closed her eyes, allowing energy to stream from her and into them; It was the only thing she could do. But it had no affect. She tried again to no avail.

"They're not really hungry of course, as you already know," Narinder explained. "If they werethey would have devoured each other long ago. But hunger is the last thing they remember." She could hear the sneer in his voice as he added. "So try to feed them all you want, sister. They can neverbe sated."

"Mama, feed us!"

"Mama, we're hungry!"

"My children, please…" But still they persisted. She covered her ears and squeezed her eyes shut. "Stop," she pleaded. "Stop…" But they would not.

"What say you now, sister?" Narinder gloated over the racket as she sank to her knees. "Still think this pathetic?" She lowered her head in defeat and let her hands fall into her lap.

So this was to be her own personal hell.

Surrounded by the many children who had not survived her cruelty.

Begging her for food that would not sate them.

Begging her for food that she could not give.

Yet still they would beg.

They would never stop begging.

She and they, here together in death.

Forever.

A/N: Alternate joke title: Karma sure is a bitch huh?