Strolling through the gapping corridors, Nike listened to the clicks of her own talons against the cool rock floor. She was by herself in this hallway, searching for that annoying groveler of Satan's. She figured Jenny of all demons would be able to escort her to her room. Only thing was, she was nowhere in sight, an odd thing for a demoness so prompt to assist, even ones she didn't much care for.

Eventually, the witch began to slow herself coming to a stop. There was something off about all of this, she couldn't put her finger on what exactly, but the fret boiled up in her gut. Her feathery tuffs twitched as the timid sound of feet shuffling became clear to her. Her head immediately whirled around to see this newcomer, and once she laid eyes on her, her assumptions were proved correct.

"Jenny, there you are. I've been wandering all over for you. I figured Satan would have sent you to come fetch me by now and take me to my quarters. I couldn't imagine you'd let yourself fall off on a job, and live to talk about it," Nike spoke in her normal sarcasm, however a hint of her skepticism leaked through.

Strangely the psychic devil didn't respond to her. She only continued to stare at her with those large, dead-looking eyes.

Nike was becoming more unnerved than she already was, as her brow creased.

"Jenny?"

There was no response. The only reply the demoness could hope for was an uncomfortable tip of the psychic assistant's head. Observing her diligently, it was as if Jenny was taking in an important moment. Nike was unsettled by the feeling that she was unaware of something her counterpart knew.

"My apologies to keep you waiting. I shall escort you to your next destination promptly on my master's orders."

Jenny's already distressing smile seemed to somehow curl into a crueler shape. Even as she began to proceed Nike remained anchored where she was.

"Well come along, did you not wish to rest?" the floating head questioned.

"Yeah," she said with a protective hold on herself. Her guard was on high alert as she slowly followed after her guide.

The hallways were like a labyrinth, they felt endless and twining. Nike just couldn't explain to herself why her room would be so far hidden. What purpose was this she was so far from everyone else, there were plenty of empty rooms previously? Come to think of it, as they traveled down the bedding rooms became more and more scarce as now the doors were littered with supplies and junk.

The witch wrinkled her expression, feeling not a single sense of comfort with this arrangement.

"Jenny, how much further down is my quarters, at this rate, I will need directions on just how to get back out again," she attempted to jest. In all seriousness though, it was clear by the sound of her voice she was becoming rightfully startled.

Suddenly the psychic devil stopped completely as she faced forward stiffly. Far too many stale moments proceeded for Nike to feel okay with this outcome.

She huffed before speaking her mind, "Alright, let's just cut this right now. I know we've had our rivalries in the past Jenny, but this is unprecedented. I just want to go to bed, I don't want any trouble from you."

"It's not I you'll find trouble with," the moment she finished her sentence a portal opened behind her. Nike's muscles strained as she sensed what lay on the other side. She could see the outline and knew exactly who it was, even though the energy he put off alone was plenty enough to identify him.

"Satan," she gasped under her breath.

She felt Jenny's hypnotic pull begin to tug at her, immediately she cut her ties utilizing her own psychological abilities. Visible frustration was present on the floating head of a devil as she continued to pursue.

The demonic witch spread her wings and flew above them as she opened her third eye preparing for a counterattack. She manipulated the world around them grabbing Jenny by the ground she stood on and dragging her into the rocky crust. Her arms and legs were pinned beneath the surface, immobilizing her, but she did not relent. A psychic wave burst from the trapped demoness creating a splitting headache for the harpy. Nike's brain felt as though it would swell out of her skull as she bit back her cries of pain. Even through all this agony, she fought back, with a psychological wave herself. She emitted the force from herself pushing outwards and slowly pushing out Jenny's interference.

With the assaulting demoness neutralized for the time being, Nike was able to pinpoint her offense to a new target. She knew Satan's abilities most likely far advanced her own, but she would have to at least try for escape.

She radiated her supernatural powers doing everything in her ability to reach and disarm the angel. It was hardly any use, the energetic shield he had constructed around himself was like concrete, being practically impenetrable.

Nike clenched her fangs together. As frustrating as he was it was no matter, hurting him was not the goal, evading him, however, posed a degree of plausibility. The witch's eyes flicked to Jenny, then to the ceiling above the lord. In a split-second decision, she compelled the ceiling above the light-being to cave, toppling right over him.

Only the stones did not fall how the harpy would have hoped. The angel constructed a force around himself, like an invisible shield, all the rocks were deflected. The lord, amongst all this, had not budged and remained as pristine as polished marble.

Nike huffed in frustration; she knew attempting to fight him would result in her wasted energy. Instead what she needed was a diversion, one she could put on to conceal her runaway.

With the manipulation of the dust in the air, she created a veil between herself and Satan. Once this had been done, she turned tail and flew down the hallways with all the might in her wings.

"You will not get away from me, you know that…"

She heard his voice inside her skull. This sensation created a clutch in the demoness's heart, compelling her to move faster and swifter. Though it seemed her efforts would only prove to be in vain.

Right before her, as she had made most of her way down, suddenly that same eerier figure took hold of her sights. With only minimum effort, the angel had, teleported and was now laying right in her path once more.

She stopped so hard she went hurdling and rolling to the ground, but even in her falls, she remained ever graceful. As if all in one motion her roll turned into an attempted leg sweep. But Satan was not an easy foe to be reckoned with. He floated just above her before contact was ever made. That didn't halt her, however, her muscles tensed as her legs bounced up like springs. With amazing speed, she threw small punches his way hoping to land at least one decent enough to disorient him. Just enough so that she could keep running in the hopes of finding her salvation.

Each punch or kick she threw, each hypnotic display, each mind trick had failed on him. It was like battling something that wasn't even tangible. She couldn't reach him in any way. The fire in her chest, the one of anger and spirit began to shift into the burning feeling of apprehension and doubt.

At last, in a flash Satan took her by the wrist, the stern contact freezing the witch stiff for a moment.

"I don't have time for these games. Come, I have business to attend to with you," he barked coldly. Right behind him, a portal had opened, and the bite of an arctic chill came through it. This change of temperature seemed to be enough to wake Nike out of her daze. Immediately she started to beat and claw at the hand that held her wrist, and soon those attacks were directed to the rest of his body as well. Even with all her struggling, it seemed it meant nothing to the unholy lord. He continued to drag her through the portal, as she kicked and battled with him the whole way.

"Let me go! Why are you doing this!?" she shouted.

Just as she had gotten her words out she was promptly flung to the cold hard floor. It was an unexpected situation, for she believed if she were to fall it would at the very least be into a fluffy pile of snow. However, when she caught glimpse of her location it all made sense to her. They had not traveled into the harsh elements of the outside but instead into a cave just below the harrowing blizzard.

It was unspeakably cold, the demoness felt as though there were needles shooting into her body from the floor itself. She quickly fumbled to her feet again, but her efforts had been meaningless. A powerful unseen force had lifted her into the air and pinned her arms to her sides and her legs together.

She grunted through her fangs as she was turned around to view her captor again. The look he gave her sent a chill up her spine. His face was almost the same flat expression as ever, only this time, there was a slight wickedness to him, as a grin grew upon his face.

She narrowed her gaze harshly to him, seeing him begin to start.

"Please do not take this personally my dear, but you must understand some tasks must be done for the greater good," he said slyly.

"What greater good?" she responded low.

Satan retook his composure, but even with a straight face, his airs of superiority remained. He placed his hands behind his back as he steadily began to circle the confined demoness.

"You see Nike, and I'm sure you're well aware. Amon is the only being in this universe that possess the capabilities of destroying God once and for all. Therefore it is critical we do not misuse his powers or allow him to do so either."

"Amon is not some dog for you to command!" she spat.

A cold glare stared back at her, "Don't worry yourself, I could never look upon a great being like Amon as any lower than what he is. But he has been wasting time and playing games for far too long, it is time he awakens with his true potential. With whom he truly is!"

"He has been who he is all along, and you look down upon that. You care nothing for him, he is less than even a dog to you, you see him as nothing but a tool. He will not stand for it, I know! Amon is wiser than you think, he will not stand for your manipulation!" she fiercely argued.

Satan had been circling the demoness like a threatening vulture for some moments, but now he planted himself firmly in front of her. She did not like the way his smile curled.

"Oh, I have my faith. His true power will emerge along with his merciless warrior spirit when he's battling in honor of his fallen mate…"

Nike felt the warmth drain from her face and her heart began to berate against her ribs.

"No… You couldn't, he'd know it was you and he'd kill you," she spoke through shaky breaths.

"What makes you think he'd believe it to be me. You would just be yet another casualty of war," the angel retorted flippantly.

Suddenly a nagging feeling, that had been ignored by the witch, resurfaced full force. It was an uncomfortable knowledge, one of alarm and woe.

With a flick of his wrist, the lord created a vision right before the demoness's eyes. What it displayed was everything Nike had feared.

At that very moment, she could see an army of angels descending upon the Earth, beginning their assault.

"No, no!" she refused under her breath. "This can't be."

Deep inside her Nike knew it to be true. This was everything she had sensed. Before she had ever been told, she knew God's war was closer than any other could have guessed.

"It is though, and you knew it too…" he shot her a sideways glance. "This is our current events. The great war against demons and God has now finally begun, and I mustn't waste any more time on you."

His hungry eyes drew back to the vision he had created before them. He gazed upon it ravenously, as if overjoyed by every second of what was to come.

"My time has now come… I will settle this score once and for all!" he exclaimed. "I'll make him regret every day he ever looked down upon me."

Nike's body reared back, nothing but pure vitriol insanity could describe the look of that angel.

"You're doing this for your own gain, your own glory" she quietly said. "I knew you never cared for us, we're simply a means to an end for you. Nothing but pawns, and Amon too…"

"I suppose if you wish to look at it that way, the way I see it my salvation shall become all of yours in turn," he concluded flatly.

"By using us to throw at your enemy," she spoke with vitriol.

His chilled eyes pierced right through her.

"You know, I never really did much care for you, but I'm sure you were already aware of that."

She sneered at him, giving him the only response he needed.

He scoffed before taking his next breath, "You always got yourself right in the way. Always interjecting yourself right when I was trying to make my point, always making Amon reconsider. You truly are a thorn in my side, and at last, it is my time to remove you once and for all."

She tried to worm herself away, but it was useless he approached her and with only one touch from his finger the demoness felt a ceaseless pain envelop her. It started from his touch and slowly spread to the rest of her body. He dropped her at this point, allowing her to fall flat to the ground in a heap.

She struggled to reach her arm out to him, sending him a deathly look as she strived to cause him the same pain. However, she quickly found that her strength was depleting and faster than she could even wrap her head around.

Nike glanced to her abdomen to view the damage for herself. Her breath was stolen away in that very same second. Branching out from her middle a cold stone exterior was taking over her skin. She felt weak and heavy, wishing to do anything she could to impede its reach. However, it moved much quicker than she could counteract. Perhaps she could have done something against it if she could conjure up a potion, but now there was nothing for her.

Her mid-section was almost all but stone now. The numbness she felt was unbearable as she desperately looked up to her heartless tormentor.

"Amon won't stand for this. He'll find the truth sooner or later and you'll suffer for it," Nike forced out as her lungs became heavier.

The angel smirked, "That's a chance I'm willing to take."

With that, he turned away and flew up into the air. He went higher and higher before he became a glow of light.

With all the endurance left within her, Nike lifted to her feet. Her legs trembled and her arms shook as she reached one into the air. Helplessly grasping for him in all-consuming contempt.

Opening her third eye she settled on what would be her last decision. Her range was not as strong as it once was, but perhaps she could covey one last important sentiment.

"Amon, if you could somehow hear me, I wish you to know that all my faith now lies in you… And that it always will…"

Staring up she looked at the angel's radiance above her; the last glimpse she would ever get in this life. She could see the place he was teleporting to for only a mere moment, getting one last look at the hideous war that was now ransacking her own home. And there she stayed planted with a coldness at her core and vengeful eyes forever decorating her stone face.

Satan had disappeared off to greet his long-awaited destiny as the demon witch, the once famed symbol of victory herself, now turned to rock, remained to be forgotten.