Chapter Seventeen B

"Hades, Stykes. Take our esteemed guest to the newly created guestrooms."

Remus soon began to growl, even as the Imps started dragging them away. He may not change once a month, and had more control of the wolf, but the werewolf was still within his being, especially now as it was very possessive of its mates.

She-Demon bared her fangs, not even bothering to pacify her child's mate. A werewolf may be a Dark Creature, even vicious and bloodthirsty when not controlled, but their power and strength are considerably weak to a full fledge demonic being of Hell.

Sirius was not about to do anything stupid. Sure he may be childish, even a troublemaker, but he knew when to back down. And this was one of those times. Sure he loved being the bane of existence to people like old Voldie and the greasy Snape, but someone like this demon queen was downright scary, and suicidal.

He did not want to feel what this woman could do or have ordered to be done by her minions. Isis may be his and Remus' mate, but she was always foremost a demon sworn beneath her queen's ruling, no matter how much he may hate it. "Come, Remy. We'll see Isis soon."

She-Demon watched, amused, as the werewolf was dragged away successfully. Once sure they were out of hearing range, she pointed a single finger at the trembling Isis, "Suffer."

A single hiss of a word and Isis' body slammed forward onto hands and knees, then to a fetal position. Screaming in pure pain, Isis felt like her body was ripping apart. Her insides felt like someone was stripping them piece by piece with their bare hands or hooks. Even through screaming she was forced into a coughing fit, causing a metallic taste, all copper and salt, to pour forward even quicker.

Body wracked in seizing pain and echoing screams, a coughing fit spilt forth small thick streams of dark blood. Lungs screamed for air as her body begged for a break, neither granted. Fingers tore into her own flesh, ripping in failed attempts to steady the pain.

In response her queen added more power, "Suffer!" Isis wailed in anguish and heart-wrenching pain, insides tearing apart, daring to spill out, as more blood streamed forward. She-Demon waited, emotionless, almost detached from the world itself before giving in. "Never, Isis, never contradict my authority. This is Hell itself. There are no bravery, no love, and NO MERCY! Do I make myself CLEAR!"

Gagging on mouthfuls of salty blood, spitting it out as she spoke, voice trembling, "Yes, my lady. Forgive me."

Eyeing streams of blood from the eyes, ears, nose, mouth, and shredded skin, She-Demon seemed satisfied. Even glad of the pool of dark blood beneath the violently shivering demon, "Gather the blood. I've been needing a refreshed supply, my child."

Three tiny Imps scurried forth, not yet grown into the fearsome troubling adults like Hades and Stykes. Glittering vials in hand, they silently directed the blood only from the floor to a vial with pointed fingers, all without moving the bloodied angel. Then they scurried off to catalogue a new batch of the rare blood.

Leaving Isis in her torn, bloody state, She-Demon addressed the problems seen in the demon's head since the arrival. "I do not know your rival. But the power and magic has been absorbed from another. I've recently found an old ally slaughtered. Somehow my sensors had been blocked, possibly during the time I had sent you and Osiris home. My power had been distracted that time, as always.

"You know I must concentrate to be sure none are permanently harmed during the transfer. But I did feel something, at the time I believed it was my prisoner, Riddle. Then it happened again. A scout found the bloodless remains of Old Cassius, the Ancient Hydra."

Despite her trembling and sluggish healing, Isis had to know more, "Hydras were difficult to kill, even control."

"Yes, my child. But the blood of another, who's venom and blood is poisonous, can kill them. Same as you, my child. Why else are Hydras rare in number as well as difficult?"

"But Cassius?"

Still ignoring her child's injuries, "Someone learned to kill Hydras. Someone found my ally. Someone found the father of Rare Fallen Angels. Someone murdered him for his blood or was coated in his blood. Someone has a power to be very destructive. Someone who must die! No matter the cost!"

Rising to stand over her child, "You will go back to Osiris. You will tell him of Cassius. You will find your own answers. You will bring me the traitor's body, DEAD! You will bring me the blood of Cassius! Do not return to me until then!"

"My queen, the visits?"

Silently calling out the word, She-Demon watched her child scream and tear at her already torn skin. Out loud, despite the cries of pain, "I shall bring forth your mates if needed. But they shall remain as planned for now. You, on the other hand, will never come home without those traitors! Never question my law again! Is that clear, Demon Child!"

Screaming in pain, Isis called out, "YES!"

"Very good. I don't wish to lose my heir just yet but I refuse to deal with your rebellion!" Slipping back into her seat, She-Demon ended the curse, cleaned the spilled blood beneath the body, and spoke lastly to her child, "Banished to their room, there you shall heal without help, on your body's time. They will see to me as you prepare to leave."

Isis felt the magic wash over her sore body. Sudden gasps and a steady growl announced she arrived, "Hey."

"Isis, love?"

Groggy with pain, she tried to appease the very angry and concerned mates, "I'm alright. She-Demon had to punish me. I undermined her twice. Despite being her heir and a werewolf's mate, a Demon Queen or King cannot be undermined nor allow it to go unpunished. If they did, a revolt can happen , ruining a structured empire."

"Mr. Lupin, Mr. Black, you have been requested. Follow."