Mawthrough said nothing for a few seconds, his eyes fixed on Chastity's new form.
While he was powerful... and when bringing forth the Child of Lilith, unstoppable... but he lacked strength. He could not destroy houses or release energy. Compared to some beings, he was weak.
Chastity, however, looked like she could bring down a continent with a single thought.

There was silence in the clearing.
Then, a very slight rustling as Mawthrough's trousers bulged.
"We have got to make love while you're in that form," he said breathlessly. He then turned to the ground and barked a few words.
"Ha'ak. Ja straad ja'ada!"

A tunnel opened as if by magic, carved out of the earth.
He took Chastity's arm, and they hopped inside...

Concierta music sounded in the air, and a young couple were eating a croissant with coffee by the river Seine. A moment later, they jumped and stared as the ground a short way away suddenly opened up and ejected a seemingly normal looking boy and girl onto the tarmac.
"Bonjour," the boy said charmingly to the couple, before taking the girl's arm and trotting away towards the Eiffel tower...

Darkion looked incredulously at Lilith.
"If it's a minion dance battle you want..."

B-B-BOP! Y'all ready for this?

Space Jam immediately started playing, and all the zombies immediately started doing headspins and breaking it down on the underground floor...

"Ooh...now that sounds like a spicy kind of fun..." Mawthrough winked.
"Trust me, when needs be I can be a fast worker, that and I have a few ideas about how to... shall we say... buy us time."
He led her to a cosy little apartment, with the Eiffel Tower in clear view from the window, the river running below it.
"Ah... temporary home sweet temporary home..."
He sank onto the bed, smiling.
"Ah... comfy."
He winked at her.
"Want to join me on it and do all sorts of naughty things to each other?"

Darkion raised an eyebrow.
Then, he shrugged.
"Eh, screw it. EEEEEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY SEXY LADY!!"
His minions instantly started dancing along with Lilith's...

Mawthrough's eyes glinted with evil joy.
"I know a few people- well, not people - but individuals who have a certain expertise in misleading divine or demonic creatures. I have several boltholes across the world, and I possess a considerable amount of human funds - don't ask me how, unless you really REALLY want to know - so if needs be we could contact them and get set up for a night of undisturbed archangel incubus steamy dirty loving."

Darkion gave a sigh.
"Well, actually, there is a favor I wish to ask of you, but out of respect for your current situation, I am willing to wait until your business with the esper is concluded. Call it a collaboration of assets, because I have heard of your sister but you too would also serve as an vital component for my plan."
He paused.
"I had two plans for your sister. The first was for her to accompany me to several hospitals, infecting the newborns, turning them into zombies - but combining her power with my curse, I could create triggers, sleeper agents that I could set off at any time I liked to cause havoc."
He chuckled a bit to himself.
"The second was a bit of personal revenge - all teenage girls on their period. Zombies. I can't stand "PMS" as they insist on calling it..."
He looked back at her.
"But for you... it would be a plan that would serve as the greatest amount of havoc you would have ever produced in the world... and would pave the way for even more chaos..."

Mawthrough smiled, and wagged his finger.
"I'll never tell. And trust me, these boys are professionals - they set up my mum and dad for a night of passion and my mum's the queen of a circle of hell! When she went missing everyone went looking for her, and thanks to these guys not a single one even came close to finding her."
He stroked Chastity's hair.
"Sound good?"

Darkion seemed to ponder it - then he smiled a lizard's hungry smile.
"I can see that arrangement working beautifully... and you both can work for me, I can see it now..."
He seemed far off, in his own world, his eyes bright with visions of the future.
"The streets, crowded with the living dead... glorious..."

Mawthrough raised an eyebrow at Chastity.
"My mother has... responsibilities. Certain tasks and duties she has to fulfil as part of her role as the queen of Lust. My father found these guys and arranged for a night away with her. To the demonic world, it was like she'd disappeared completely. Same with angels, according to their brochure."
He cocked his head.
"So, how about this? We lay low for the night, and then we contact them in the morning and see what they can do. Ok?"

Darkion gave a cold calculating laugh, enjoying the amusement Lilith was getting from the idea.
"Then it's settled. After your business with the esper is concluded, you and your sister join my employment - and in return for your services I shall make you more powerful than you can imagine."
He chuckled.
"Of course, the urge to eat you would be overwhelming after seeing all the tasty power you would display but... I am a gentleman, I'll hold back. With the pair of you following my orders, we shall turn the world into a paradise of chaos..."

Mawthrough's eyes widened and he backed up along the bed, keeping his distance from her with a teasing smirk on his face.
"Hmm... a smoking hot unbelievably powerful form that could wipe out buildings by speaking too loudly...why would I want to make love to that... hmmm... why do you think?" he teased.

Darkion looked over at Drake.
"You know, I could really use a snack right now..."
A couple of the zombies looked at Drake with interest.
"Tell me, who would miss you if you were to, say, find a new occupation as the contents of my stomach?" Darkion inquired politely. "Certainly not this rude esper fellow. After all, someone who would lose to me would not be someone he would care about absorbing the essence of..."
He raised an eyebrow.
"Besides, what if we told this esper that he too could benefit if I borrowed them for my scheme? My great criminal brain has most efficiently schemed a way that he could gather far FAR more magical energy from this venture, than if he simply just huffed one demon and maybe an entity..."
He leaned forwards.
"And as Lilith will talk to him... well.. that makes you kind of useless..." The zombies began to lurch forwards towards Drake...

Mawthrough started breathing very quickly as Chastity was so close to him, and when her lips brushed his he shivered.
"Trust me, I'm just as happy with that... come here..."
He took her in his arms, and in the ensuing melee of clothes being removed from bodies his underwear expertly caught the light switch, plunging the room into intimate darkness...

Darkion rolled his eyes with a derisive chuckle.
"I think He needs to get his ego checked out. Also, stop capitalizing He. It make You look Pathetic."
He shrugged.
"And pin point teleportation? Have to admit, that's pretty neat. I could really use one of those for my horde, would make things far more interesting..."
He cocked his head, and a single drop of blood ran from the corner of his lip as he looked up at Drake.
"And I'm afraid that your master doesn't know what kind of man I am either. More particularly, I am the kind of man that does not take no for an answer..."

For several minutes, the champions continued to attack Grey, with all their might, and all their power, wanting to end him, only for laughter to ring out, as what appeared to be an illusion faded, and the one whom they attacked, was their shredded, mutilated ally. Grey's voice rang out, "Pawns of the shadows, pathetic.......you use those seeds, and expect total victory, yet, you know what to do when one whom is more attuned to the shadows fights you. All entities began in darkness, no creature......I repeat.....none.....knows the darkness quite like them. Now, when I combine my own energies, with the darkness of the area, well, heheehehe.......you have been feeding off of my strength to attack me. That was....quite the show, but nonetheless, its time to die." The champion attempted to evade, to escape, but since they were so far connected to the area's darkness, the connection could not be severed. Their very weapon, began to physical devour their bodies, and their screams rang out, as blood rained around the arena. Grey appeared from the shadows, looking to the sky, as blood covered him, and this, this was but a mere example of what Genesis could do to his environment, however, this was Grey's doing, not Genesis'.

As the announcer shouted aloud, about how a new champion was crowned, and all that crap, Grey did not listen to him, he simply stood still, one hand clenching his heart, color returning to his body, as he walked out of the arena. He calmly walked back to his seat, and sat down, unable to say a word, the stress from the technique he used still wearing on him, still affecting him to the very core. He pulled a hood up and over his face, not to hide it, but to provide himself with a bit more shadow. Spectre sighed, "Well, those champs bit the dust a bit easier than they were suppose to....the boy.....he gained control.......that shouldn't be possible........"

Zigera smiled, looking at the bloody mess her brother had created within the arena, the bloody artwork he had crafted. The bodies were still being consumed by the shadows, piece by piece, and the seeds of power returned to Spectre, the wielder of Dageroth sighing yet again.

The sun rose, peeking in the windows.
Mawthrough smiled a little and nudged her.
"Hey. I love you too."
He poked her butt.
"Poke."


Darkion didn't even blink.
"Exactly how someone of his ego and attitude would react. Thus causing him to underestimate me, thus causing him to inadequately retaliate, thus causing him to err, thus causing him to lose."
He stated this in the same way one would describe the process of the sun rising in the morning and setting in the evening.
"And I don't need a nation. I just need one stupid arrogant power-hungry twit. And it seems your master fits the bill precisely..."

"Because."
Mawthrough poked his lover's butt and it wiggled.
"Your butt is saying hello to me. I love your butt. Hello, Chastity's butt."
It wiggled again, and Mawthrough suddenly had a sharp intake of breath.
"Your butt's being naughty..."

"No... it's just a very nice... butt..."
Mawthrough couldn't hold back and clasped Chastity to him, kissing every inch of her he could reach.
"Stop... teasing...me... you bad bad girl... please... just be good to me..." he pleaded, beseeching her with his eyes.