Gore Nests. On a small scale, they act as gateways into other realities for the demons of Doom to invade. Larger variants, however, were living factories that were a dreadful marriage of flesh and technology. Much like the iconic Doctor Frankenstein, whose creation was pieced together from multiple corpses, the demons produced by these Gore Nests were made from the flesh, bone, and metal of whatever environment they were erected in.
The air in each nest was thick, stained by the mixed scent of fermenting meat and blood partnered with grease and fuel burning. Everywhere one could look, there was some form of flesh pulsating as both blood and arcane energy coursed through it, adding more credibility to the unsettling notion that the Gore Nests were alive themselves. Yet even with these massive organic demon factories possibly being conscious, they were under the control and management of the most powerful sorcerers in Doom's ranks, the sisters known as The Mother of All Demons and The Resurrector. Carefully and attentively, the two oversaw the expansion of their forces and created new horrors to unleash upon creation, taking the same pride in their task as a toymaker might have over their latest idea.
But even for them, managing five different Gore Nests throughout a single day on earth wasn't easy. They constantly needed to move between them to make sure everything was proceeding as it should. And it is because of this routine that an artificial swarm of robotic arachnids and insects were able to stealthily invade the nests that they, at this time, were not in.
"Jesus fucking christ..." Sir Pentious muttered beneath his breath. He and Vox monitoring the others' progress and making sure the sister demons weren't arriving suddenly, "Sorry for cursing in front of you ladies. But this shit is insane..." He apologized. Referring to the Gore Nest's internal workings that they saw through their robots' optics.
"We appreciate your apology, but it is unnecessary." One of them responded with a smile, "Such a reaction is entirely warranted given our current surroundings." She assured as she too took a moment to look around through the eyes of her drone.
"I'm surprised you're reacting like this, Pentious. Didn't you see similar abominations when imprisoned for six months?" Vox asked while looking over at his partner.
"Surprisingly, no. The Dark One made me work inside of a fairly decent lab. And the stronghold itself was made completely out of blackened metal. The closest thing I ever saw to this disgusting place was the brain creature they had inside of the Icon of Sin." He answered.
"The Spider Mastermind," Samur said from elsewhere in the same room. He and the other five Khans all carrying out their tasks in two other Gore Nests.
"Right. The thing that exploded." He replied before getting back on topic, "My point is that I only ever saw demons produced the way the Dark One had me do it. In a controlled environment where I ensured each of them was produced within a strict set of specifications. In this place, though, it's almost like the nest is giving birth to them, and it's fucking with my head." He told everyone.
"You're not wrong, actually." The second Khan working with him said, "The process of demon creation within a Gore Nest of this size strongly resembles the reproductive process of most mortal species. It starts with-"
"STOP." He cut her off, much to her surprise, "I'm not trying to be rude. But I do NOT need a sex-
ed lecture on how this disgusting crime against nature makes even more appalling babies." He stated.
"As much as I am curious to learn more about Doom and its...everything. I must agree with Pentious." Vox chimed in, "Besides, we should focus on our objective. Once this living nightmare is dealt with, we can talk more about these disturbing things to sate my reckless curiosity." He suggested.
Agreeing with him, Sir Pentious and their accompanying Khans became silent and returned to their work. Moving through the almost labyrinthian structure of their current Gore Nest, avoiding the occasional Imp that scurried about as Valentino's intel described, they'd eventually find their target. A heart, one the size of a small vehicle, rested at the center of the Gore Nest. With every beat, they could see blood pass through the organ and into its connected arteries and vessels, as well as a slight glow from the energy that animated this...thing.
"Alright. You two do what you need to. We'll keep an eye out and make sure no movement is detected heading this way." Sir Pentious instructed.
"Are you sure you don't need us helping you, Samur?" Vox asked as he looked over at the robotic Seraph, "I understand the body we made for you allows for effortless multitasking. But surely being active in one Gore Nest while keeping an eye on the surroundings of yours and the other Khans' is a lot to handle." He said.
"I appreciate the concern. But I wouldn't be doing this if it put our mission in jeopardy." Samur answered, flawlessly maintaining his composure.
"I'm starting to think we may have done TOO good of a job..." Sir Pentious whispered to his friend, "He's starting to freak me out..." He added.
"Vega handcrafted the Maykrs to be the smartest species of angelic beings in all creation. And we've taken the most intelligent of their kind and connected his brain to an Argent energy-powered supercomputer inside of a highly advanced mechanical body that can also be modified however he sees fit. To be honest, that sounds like the plot for a science-fiction horror movie." Vox whispered back.
"So long as he doesn't turn on his makers, then I'm cool with him going on a rampage." Sir Pentious admitted.
"We're almost done with the heart." One of the Khans they were monitoring called out, "Any signs of the sisters? Or patrolling Imps?" She asked.
"None. At least, not in the immediate vicinity." Vox answered, "We're detecting movement on the lower levels of the nest, but nothing concerning." He informed.
"Yeah...but...does it seem weird to you in certain spots?" Sir Pentious asked with a raised brow. "How so?" He responded.
"Well, so far, the Imps have moved in a pretty normal way. They hurry in one direction, stop for a second to sniff, snarl, or whatever it is they do. Then they continue going off on their patrol. But I've seen something on the drones' radar that moves scarily fast. And the way it moves isn't the same as the Imps." Sir Pentious explained.
"Valentino did suggest that the sisters could be creating new demon types. You may have just discovered one." Samur said.
"Is it coming this way?" One of the Khans asked.
"Er, THEY." Sir Pentious corrected, now seeing multiple unidentified entities moving about, "But...no. Even though they're moving around like crazy, they're not coming to the heart. They're going somewhere else." He informed.
"How many are there?" Samur inquired.
"Enough to fill a subway train and the station it arrives at." He replied.
"And yet they're not going to the heart...reinforcements for the war?...Perhaps..." Samur muttered as he began to think of the possible reasons for their behavior.
"Have you detected anything on your end?" Vox asked.
"Not yet. The Imps and various other demons on guard haven't displayed any changes to their movements. But I will be keeping a closer eye on them now." He answered.
"You don't think we're made, do you?" Sir Pentious asked, "What if they're setting up an ambush, or trying to hack into the drones, or-"
"You're rambling." Vox interrupted.
"Excuse me for being nervous!" He spat back with a slight hiss.
"Even if we've been discovered. What's done is done." Samur told him.
"Does that mean?" Vox began to ask, only to receive his answer from the seventh Khan. "Yes. We've finished our work." She said.
"Perfect timing. We've finished ours as well." One of the Khans working on the nest Sir Pentious and Vox was monitoring reported.
"Still, the plan is to get all five of the Gore Nests. Will it still be worth something to get most but not all?" The snake demon asked.
"It will allow the others to have a far easier time destroying them. But I still believe we haven't been discovered and should move forward under that belief." Samur answered.
The Khans and Samur moved the drones to spots within the heart chambers to hide from sight with that order issued. Now, they waited; it'd be several hours before the sisters left the two Gore Nests, each currently occupied, and all they could do until then was be patient.
Meanwhile, On The Sentinel Homeworld...
"I'll be honest; this isn't as much of a trainwreck as Blitzo made us believe." Husk said as he and those who weren't training watched the others from the stands.
After lunch had run its course and Nifty cleaned up their meal before speeding back to the dining hall to return the silverware, plates, and glasses. It was time for the Slayer to get back to teaching his friends how to use their suits properly. Unlike what their training had been until this point, they weren't fighting simulated demons or taking shots and jabs at the Slayer. Instead, they were going slow and hanging onto every word he said when and every answer when they had a question.
Admittedly, it was almost the same as a parent teaching their child how to ride a bicycle, showing them the basics before pushing them forward, and letting them try it themselves.
"Yeah. How did he manage to shoot himself out of the building like a bottle rocket?" Octavia questioned.
"Do you REALLY want to know?" Loona asked as she knew the embarrassing truth.
"Oh yes, PLEASE share." Verosika invited, wanting to have as much dirt on the Imp as possible.
"LOONY!" Blitzo called from below, having heard what they were talking about, "As your father, I FORBID you from telling them anything!" So he told her, asserting his parental authority.
The thing is, Loona is a literal textbook definition of a rebellious teenager. Even more so, she IS eighteen years old, making her both in Hell and most places on earth an adult. So having her father tell her she couldn't say something was logically responded with her not giving a shit.
"...So anyway." She said after a few seconds, completely ignoring him, "Will was showing them the basics earlier. And I mean BASIC basics. One of the first things he wanted to teach them was how to use the inventory system each suit has. And how if you want, you can alter your weapons and shit before you summon it; that way, it'll be exactly what you need when it appears in your hands. Pretty much everyone got the hang of it immediately EXCEPT Blitzo, who kept blowing himself up because somehow he summoned his grenades with the pins already pulled." She explained.
"Pfft! Oh my god!" Verosika snickered, doing her best to hold in her laughter.
"HEY! IT'S NOT MY FUCKING FAULT!" Blitzo shouted angrily, "WHY can I summon those fucking things with the pins pulled?! Why would the Sentinels EVER need to do that?!" He asked.
"They don't..." The Slayer answered, "I'm serious when I say this, Blitzo...you managing to blow yourself up in that specific way has never been done before...it's...incredible in a shocking way..." He admitted.
"Why isn't there some kind of safety in place, huh?!" Blitzo responded.
"There's never been a need for it...like I said, Blitzo, you're the first person in Sentinel history to summon a grenade from their inventory system that instantly explodes...by all accounts, you shouldn't be able to do that..." He explained.
"Don't worry yourself with it, Will. Blitzo's stupidity transcends all logic and reason." Moxxie said. "Mox, I WILL shoot you," Blitzo warned, not amused by his fellow Imp joining the dogpile.
"Only if you can manage to summon your gun without it blowing your head off." Angel Dust taunted.
"OH SHIT!" Cherri shouted, followed by a laugh.
Unfortunately for Blitzo, hearing Cherri laugh broke what little resistance Verosika had. Causing her to laugh alongside the explosion addict to double his humiliation.
"Hey, Will." Husk spoke up to get the marine's attention, "You said he's been blowing himself up with grenades. But are the kind of explosives the Sentinels make REALLY strong enough to send someone flying out of a building like a cartoon?" He asked. For even with everything he's seen and
been through himself, Husk found it hard to believe a hand grenade could do that.
"I'm glad you asked that, Husk..." The Slayer replied as he turned to look at the Sentinel attending the arena. Who'd returned from lunch a few minutes after they finished theirs, "A Baron..." He requested.
Nodding their head to show they understood, the Sentinel made an artificial Baron of Hell appear in the center of the arena.
"Whoa, wait, you're not going to make us fight that are you? We're NOT ready for that." Vagatha asked, slightly terrified. As memories of when the Slayer's grandfather and the Wretch took down three of these behemoths.
"No, of course not...I may strict, but I'm not a sadist..." He answered, which caused everyone to look at him with a doubtful expression, "Okay...I'm not a sadist when it comes to PEOPLE..." He corrected before getting back on topic, "The reason why this Baron is here is that they are some of the toughest, most durable demons the Dark One has to offer...which not only makes it the perfect training dummy for all of you until dinner but also helps me to answer Husk's question..." He explained as he walked over to it, "Now...a standard frag grenade from earth or your circle of Hell would do this much damage to a Baron..." He began before delivering a punch to the Baron's thigh. However, he didn't put all that much force behind it, which meant the resulting damage was comparable to when someone scrapes their knee.
"FUCK! Seriously?!" Cherri asked as her eyes shot wide open, shocked by how absolutely FUCKED they would've been without the Slayer.
"Seriously..." He repeated to drive the point home, "The reason why my weapons from my world worked against them is for two major differences in our history...the Nazis my grandfather fought in World War Two pushed science and technology further than anyone had up until that point...and while they and their practices were evil the world couldn't ignore all the advancements and benefits their research yielded...which was most apparent when it came to their weapons..." He continued as he summoned a frag grenade into his hand, "Here's the interesting part, though...before I arrived, the Sentinels' weapons were nearly all melee-based...only certain armaments like the Ballista and large artillery were utilized for ranged offense...when they brought me here after I was sealed in Doom the first time they took my arsenal and improved it in every way imaginable..." He revealed.
"Wait, what about your chainsaw?" Katie inquired, for every time she and the others had seen it, it didn't appear too different from the chainsaws back home.
"Better engine...better chain...but for the most part, the design stayed the same...as did that of my double-barrel AKA the Super Shotgun...sometimes the original is simply the best and can only receive slight improvements..." He replied.
"Sounds a lot like me~" Angel Dust flaunted, referring to both his new overall appearance and his ample bosom.
"...Right..." He said, not sure how to properly react to that statement, "As I was saying, the grenades used by soldiers on my world to combat the demons were far more effective...capable of killing Imps and Possessed alike instantly, shattering pieces of a Pinky's armor, and removing sizeable chunks from Hell Knights or Revenants...but when it came to the Barons and Mancubi demons who are essentially walking tanks of flesh...they'd cause injuries similar to if a predator with sharp teeth tore away a piece of your flesh..." He informed before pulling the pin out of his grenade, "So...when the Sentinels got ahold of its design...they made sure to make it better like
everything else..." He concluded before dropping it between the Baron's legs.
Not moving away as he had no reason to when the grenade exploded for a brief moment, the combat area was filled with a cloud of thick black smoke. It quickly dissipated over the span of a few seconds, and when it was finished, all that remained of the simulated Baron was its chest, arms without the hands, and the head. All of which laid on the floor in a pile of viscera and blood.
"Ah, okay. Now it makes sense." Husk said from the stands, now understanding how Blitzo kept blasting off again and again, "But damn, it is insanely fucking impressive that his suit doesn't seem any worse for wear." He added.
"Right?! These things are amazing!" Blitzo responded, equally amazed.
"Amazing, but not indestructible..." The Slayer interrupted to get everyone's attention back on him, "Blitzo, could you please come here?..." He requested.
"Uh, sure." Blitzo obeyed as he walked over.
During his approach, the Sentinel attendant reset the Baron simulation, as they had an inkling of what their king was about to do.
"Could you remove one of your gauntlets for me?..." The Slayer asked once the Imp reached him.
Silently complying as he and the others didn't have any idea of what he was doing. When the Slayer had Blitzo's left gauntlet in his hand, it held it in front of the Baron. The Sentinel, as before, acted without the need for instruction, inputting a command into the console they stood at, which caused the Baron to reach out, take the gauntlet from the Slayer's grasp, and without any difficulty crushed it like a soda can.
"Before you freak out, there are plenty of spare pieces and parts to all of your suits in the event of damages..." The Slayer informed while the Baron released the gauntlet, letting it fall to the floor, "But I hope you understand what this is meant to show...your suits will protect you from fireballs, explosions, gnashing teeth, and swiping claws...but if a demon such as the Baron who has incredible strength gets ahold of you...as in grabs you by your ankles and wrists...the suit will not stop them from tearing you in two...they are as much an extension of you as the Argent energy is...both mean nothing if you don't wield them properly...I trust you not to let any of this go to your heads, thus putting you in dangerous situations...I've seen a lot of terrible things in my life...I don't want to see people I'm close to being ripped apart by a horde of Imps or their heads chewed off by a Mancubus...please...be careful..." He said.
Though he didn't speak in such a way that he came across as pleading or begging, the tone his voice carried was one filled with desperation. Being burned by the demons' fire, stabbed by dagger-like claws, and beaten by monsters who towered over him, these were all things the Slayer could endure. And while he could stomach seeing his friends get injured, possibly even to a severe degree, if any of them died when he could've kept them from the fight, it would deal a crushing blow to his soul and mind that he'd never be able to recover from.
"Hey, big guy." Angel Dust spoke as he walked up to him, "You're not having second thoughts about letting us fight, are ya? Because if ya are, then I hate to be the one to tell you this, we're keeping the suits." He joked, trying to use his usual humor to make him feel better.
"No...I...just need to know you're not going to be stupid, is all..." The Slayer replied.
"Ouch! I can't believe you insulted us like that." Angel Dust said, acting as if he were offended,
"And after everything we've been through, I thought I knew you!" He exclaimed while turning his back to him.
"Angel, you were a pornstar. Save the acting for those with legitimate talent," Vagatha told him with a smirk.
"OH SHIT AGAIN! First Moxxie, now Vaggie! Yall are SAVAGE today!" Cherri exclaimed through another fit of laughter.
"Guys...I think you're missing the point..." The Slayer said, which caused Angel Dust to turn back around to face him.
"No, you are Will. The sad truth is your friends are a bunch of dumbasses. Possibly the BIGGEST dumbasses Hell's ever seen!" The spider demon proclaimed as he threw his hands into the air, "BUT! These dumbasses know how to fucking kill people. So, give us the guns, show us how to shoot'em, and we'll do just fine. I get why you're worried, but murder's what we do where we're from! So don't think you're the god of gore just because you've been doing it for longer. We can get pretty fucking nasty too!" He told him while poking him in his chest.
Huh, Angel Dust made a good point, one that the Slayer had forgotten a good while after he first arrived in their circle. At some point in each of their lives, whether on earth, in Hell, or both. His friends have killed people or, at the very least, had been in their fair share of skirmishes. The only reason they needed this training and this gear were so they could specifically fight the demons of Doom, but aside from that, each of them knew how to kick ass.
"Sorry...in the midst of everything that slipped my mind..." The Slayer apologized.
"Hey, no big deal. I forget shit all of the time! Even while I'm working!" Angel Dust replied to make him feel better.
"Yeah, which you need to stop doing," Katie said since she more often than not was the one to pick up his slack at Slayer Studios.
"I'll work on that after we save everything like badasses! Right, Will?" He asked.
"Right..." The Slayer responded with a nod of his head, "Alright, let's get back to work...you're all familiar with your arsenals, so now you'll be using your weapons and the extra features of your suits on this Baron...the attendant will continuously reset it over and over again so you can practice to your heart's content...except for you, Vaggie...we need to get started on your flight training with the basics before we move you outside for the more advanced stuff..." He explained.
"Hey, Will. Could we get like, two more Barons, please? I feel like with only one; we're likely to hit each other more than the target." Millie requested while raising her hand.
"Noted..." He said as he looked up at the Sentinel, who was already getting two more simulations ready.
"Also, I still need a new gauntlet." Blitzo reminded as he held up his exposed hand and arm.
"Make do without for now...the spares are still at the forge..." He told him, "Plus, you don't need it to shoot your guns..." He added.
"Hm, good point," Blitzo replied.
Elsewhere, In The Wraiths' Chamber...
The inner sanctum of the Wraiths' dwelling was only ever illuminated by red and blue torches alike, coating everything in a dark violet that added to the otherworldly feeling the cosmic gods emanated. But now, with them teaching three demons who were proficient in sorcery how to summon their own versions of the demons known as Lost Souls. Their sanctum was filled with several lights, similar to how lightning bugs lit up a nighttime setting. In addition, Alastor's resembled deer skulls and gave off a bright red hue; the reason for both of these details needed no explanation.
Stolas's resembled owl skulls and glowed with a dark blue light; again, no further examination was needed to understand why they looked like this. Then there was Velvet's, and her Lost Souls were fascinating, as they were far more complex than her companions'.
"My word, Velvet. How did you create those?" Stolas asked the question he, Alastor, and the Wraiths all had as they looked at her summons.
"These were some of the things I saw when my first Lost Soul exploded in my face. You know the thing you DON'T believe is true." She reminded him a bit coldly, "But at least Alastor did. So Al, if YOU would like to know more, I'd be HAPPY to share." She offered, making him out to be her current favorite friend.
"That would be lovely, thank you." The radio demon replied with a smile as he took one of her familiars into his hands to examine it. Which the familiar didn't mind.
"Okay. So when the Lost Soul exploded and sent me into the wall over there, followed by you and a certain SOMEONE who is a NON-BELIEVER rushed to my side. I saw what looked like Hell, but not as we knew it." She began.
"I know you're not too fond of me right now, and I am sorry for not believing you, but may I be permitted to ask questions?" Stolas requested.
"Hmm...okay." She allowed with half-lidded eyes, still upset with him.
"Could you describe for us how this version of Hell was different? As it stands, we've seen our circle, and we've been given glimpses into what Doom was like. So with both of them serving as a reference, what makes this one so unique?" He asked.
"It's...more...biblical..." She answered, speaking slowly as she was putting all of her effort to paint a mental picture for them, "Our circle is pretty much an evil version of our earth, and Doom is kinda fantastical with the varied landscapes and creatures we've seen in Will's documentary and other stuff. But this Hell was what you're told to expect when you're alive. Long pathways of darkened cracked stone leading you through an ever blistering inferno. Cast iron chains blackened by soot and ash hanging from certain pillars with shackles on end, almost as if to warn those who see them of what's to come. But the most distinct thing about it was how it felt; our circle feels normal, Doom feels like pure evil, but this Hell, while also feeling pretty sinister and scary...felt more purposeful. Not like Doom, that's evil because it wants to destroy good, but evil because it HAS to be evil. If that makes any sense." She explained with a shrug.
For a few moments, Alastor and Stolas were both stunned. Neither thought they'd see a day where Velvet of ALL people would speak in such a way. However, before they could say something to their female companion, their mentors would finally join the conversation.
"Velvet." The Wraiths spoke, all three of the Overlords immediately moving their eyes to
them, "The familiars you have conjured, are they perhaps a creature you saw in this space? That you have replicated for us?" They inquired.
"Yes, sirs...or mams...maybe both?" She responded, not sure what gender, if ANY, the Wraiths were.
"Is something wrong? Has Velvet broken some kind of law or caused another problem for us?" Alastor asked, only to immediately hold up his hands when Velvet looked at him with an expression of shock, "And what I MEAN is, did she UNINTENTIONALLY do something...not good?" He rephrased to make it sound better.
"Our age is long, and our knowledge is vast. Yet in all our time, we have never seen nor heard of any creatures like this." So they began as their focus shifted to the familiar, "It resembles an insect, far more alien than demonic based on our experience with such creatures. Yet, it is with mortal species across space and time that our expertise truly shines. Given that we ourselves are alien to all but the Sentinels." They continued as they then looked to Velvet, "This is not to say that we do not believe you. It instead adds credibility to the vision you were subjected to. And while we know only a fair amount of the other universes and places within the mortal realm outside our own, such as yours. We are sure that we've never seen or known this creature before now. Therefore, whatever Velvet has seen does exist and is likely a circle of Hell. Possibly, something else entirely." They concluded.
"But how is that even possible? These familiars we have made are made of nothing but our own magic. How could one made by Velvet's hand no less allow her to experience such a phenomenon?" Stolas asked.
"At this time, we suspect it is the Argent your souls now possess. It has elevated the potential of your powers in ways not even we could have foreseen." They answered.
"Hm, it appears Vega was onto something when Angel Dust went through his unexpected change. A bit more testing should've gone into the possibilities of Argent Energy..." Alastor said with a hum, his mind already working to imagine what else could be accomplished.
"An opinion we share, Alastor." They replied, "Forgive us. But we believe this is a matter that requires immediate discussion with the creator and his kin. Would you mind leaving for now?" They asked.
"Of course not. We'll make ourselves scarce immediately." Stolas answered for all three of them, even bowing to show respect.
With a simple wave of his hand and a snap of Alastor's fingers, their familiars all disappeared as they headed towards the exit. On the other hand, Velvet made all of her familiars disappear except one, which she carried in her arms like a toy as she followed her friends.
"Again, I'd like to apologize for not believing you earlier, Velvet." Stolas apologized a second time once they were in the darkness-shrouded corridor leading away from the Wratihs' sanctum.
"It's okay." She replied with a smile as she looked up at him, "Since I'm always acting like a loon, it's hard to tell when I'm saying something that isn't crazy." She said.
"I have a question." Alastor interjected as he realized something, "All that talk during lunch, about seeing through realities and how this is all a story. Were you being honest then as well or just making it up?" He asked.
"I mean, I DID see a LOT. Not saying it's all true like that version of Hell that we know NOW is real, but I did see it." She answered.
"Keeping our conversation on some form of rails, what are you going to call that thing?" Stolas asked while pointing to the familiar she was carrying.
"Why would I name it?" She questioned with a head tilt.
"Well, seeing as how the Wraiths of all people have no idea what that creature is. So in a sense, you've discovered it. So I think you should get to name it." He explained.
"He makes a solid point, Velvet! This could be the highest accomplishment of your immortal life! So seize it before someone else does!" Alastor encouraged.
Taking her friends' words to heart, Velvet looked down at her familiar to study its appearance as she felt it'd help her come up with a name. In all honesty, there wasn't anything too complex about this creature; it pretty much was some kind of insect that none of them had ever seen before. But there was a strange cuteness to it, at least to her, its eyes were big and round but were made of up several tiny eyes like real insects, and its limbs were a bit more normal than being spindly or stick- like. Then there was its color, and much like Alastor and Stolas, it mimicked her color scheme, which added to the cute factor in her eyes.
"Hmm...I'll call it...a...Cherub!" She decided with a face wide smile, "Yeah! My little Cherub! Or Cherubs for when I summon more." She added before hugging it tightly.