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I am somewhat surprised... I had not expected the thing to die immediately from that strike...

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Her attack impacted with a satisfying boom, and although she hadn't hit all three as intended, one was enough. As the Nephilim and Fenn took on the other two beasts, Lily carefully watched the third with narrowed eyes. It emerged damaged, certainly, but not as much as she had intended. Fire and heat was seemingly sucked into it, a glance upwards revealed the most probable cause: The horns, glowing brighter and brighter like heated metal.

So fire won't work. Not anymore at least. A grimace flashed across her face, noting the streams of fire eruption from all over its body. Assimilation? She guessed. There was little time to find out, however, as the beast abruptly started its charge towards her, the sound of metal grinding against metal accompanying ever movement of its monstrous body.

A dozen options ran through Lily's mind in fraction of a second: Continue her fiery assault, meet it head-first with brute force, dodge and hail down blows, and many more. Each was discarded the instant they were conceived, neither being efficient enough. But combine them? That was a possibility.

The beast was almost upon her. Her gaze sharpened and she leapt into the air, her body changing even as she did. Fiery skin became scales, her slender form growing thick with muscle; wings and tail erupted from her back, clawed feet forming, legs becoming digitigrade. With slitted, draconic, eyes she gazed down as the beast charged at the place where she had previously been, too much momentum to stop itself.

It served her well.

With a powerful beat of her wings, Lily propelled herself downwards at terminal velocity. Like mist coalescing, a large warhammer formed in her hands, poised for striking even as it came to be. Roaring in defiance, Lily descended upon the beast. A sound like a thunderclap split the air at the moment of impact, followed by the dull thud of the metallic being hitting the ground, it's head having been caught between the draconic Lily and the very ground underneath them.

The Demoness stood up from where she had fallen, the thing's momentum haven sent her rolling when she hit it. Nevertheless, it was prone for the moment, wounded. Armoured it may be, but when faced with weapons designed to tear through armour, its advantaged was nullified.

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A test of our abilities. It was a weak, yet somehow obvious answer. To expect the council to trust them all immediately would be folly, even if they were all but ensured loyalty in return for their generous offer of continued existence. But even then, something about it didn't sit well with Lily.

She had been given no reason to believe that the Watchers could even be touched by anything; might or magic, and so when the supposedly most powerful of them all required them to keep enemies at bay? Not to mention his claim that getting hit, even if such an attack would just go right through them. Whe Watchers that had been 'hit' by Fenn's slaps and half-hearted attacks up until now had shown no signs of even noticing them.

That means that he's either telling the truth and it's just a test of our abilities, or there's something more to it, and the Watchers can be harmed. The only question is how. Lily pursed her lips as Panoptos went about getting the portal opened, with the aid of the sentient tin can. It was a question worth pondering, but, for now she had a task to do.

She glanced behind her at Fenn, cocking her head towards the portal before she entered herself.

Immediately after entry, a sense of vertigo assaulted her senses. A profound sense of wrongness came over her, and the source was revealed as gravity pulled her up, rather than down. She barely caught herself with her hands, tumbling gracelessly to her feet, gritting her teeth as dizziness continued to assault her senses for a few moments afterwards.

Her senses about her once more, the Demoness glanced around, and suddenly understood why this place was called the Undersky. She'd glanced enough about the concept of Mass and Gravitational force in Earth's science books to know how gravity functioned, but evidently the Undersky had decided to well and truly shit on all forms of continuity with other planes, and so had decided that you were repelled by great masses of matter, instead of actually making sense.

Her silent rant about the lack of logical physics in the Undersky was cut short as the sound of creaking, screeching metal reached her ears. She looked up in time to witness the arrival of three beasts, more machine than anything alive.

She didn't even hesitate.

Right eye and scar lighting up pre-empted her body bursting into flames, body remade into that of a fiery manifestation of herself, hovering a handspan above the ground. "FENN!" She shouted before firing an explosive orb of concentrated fire magic, aiming for the very middle of the three beasts.

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The problem with a captive audience, Lily reasoned, was that you could not necessarily guarantee their interest.

Waiting for news to arrive from the council regarding their next objective was not particularly riveting, and the near desolate Citadel itself held little in the way of entertainment.

In a flight of fancy, as she waited for news to come from the Council on their next objective, the shapeshifter had begun trying on the outfits she had bought at the stores on Earth, making use of a tall mirror she had pilfered from one of the other abandoned rooms in the fortress to admire herself. It didn’t take long for the silent task to become monotonous. She had tried on all the clothes in the stores, and even if she was free to alter her features and see how she could change to fit the ensemble with relative freedom in her own room, it was nothing she had not done before.

It was convenient that there was one she could show the clothing off to nearby.

Fenn had taken to sitting at the end of the hallway, his girth almost making him seem boxed into the tunnel. He was just far enough that he would not block the doors of the nearby rooms, but anyone walking into the hallway had to contend with the large demon’s intense stare until they left or sidled into one of the adjacent rooms.

She roped the dog into being playing audience to her little fashion show. She would walk out of the room, leaving enough of an opening to the room that the clothing and shopping bags strewn around the chamber were easily visible, do a little twirl and talk about the clothes, how she had found them and what she liked about them. Idle chatter filled the space between her room and the hallway.

“This one actually came in three different colors. I couldn’t decide which one I preferred, so I bought all of them. Give me a moment and I’ll show you.”

The dog had made to protest, irritation clear as day, but Lily simply ignored him, Rather, his aversion encouraged her. It made the little exercise infinitely more enjoyable. Soon enough, the demon had little choice but to glare at her sourly, playing along with the occasional grunt and pithy remark to the few questions she threw his way.

The creak of hinges, a rustle of shifting cloth, an exchange of words. Growing apathy in the large demon’s responses.

“I feel like something was lost when humans took to sewing with machines. This one has quite a distinctive flair to it, though. Feels very smooth too. Want to touch?”

A grunt, too close to a snore for comfort. She glanced at the hound to see its eyes closed, ears splayed back against its head.

Lily’s lip curled down. “You could at least pretend to be interested.”

The dog opened a single eye, lazily rolling it down to regard her annoyed expression. "I fail to see the point, Imp. They offer no protection, you have no need to conceal weaponry, and your shapeshifting does quick work of most of it."

"It's not about practicality, you brute,” she said with a mock, haughty voice. “Unlike some of us, I have an eye for the finer things in life."

Fenn tilted his head, one ear tilting upwards, and gave her the kind of dubious stare only a dog could pull off properly.

“Headlong is the hound in its stubborn indifference and stubborn is the hound in its headlong ignorance!” a reedy, giggling voice interrupted them, and Lily glanced down between them to see the face of a Watcher staring at them from the floor. “Fortunately, such thick headedness can prove useful.”

A large fist suddenly obscured her vision of the Watcher, and the hallway shook under the force of Fenn’s blow.

Silence returned, only to be broken by the thin laughter coming from the wall to her side. The Watcher emerged, a sneer visible on her features even through her mouthless face, and regarded the demoness.

“I set before you a quest befitting of your… talents,” the Watcher asked through a malicious chuckle, as though she had just told a joke only she understood, but in her next words, the thing’s tone sobered. “You have been called to the World Tree. Do not tarry.” Its message delivered, the Watcher disappeared into the wall once more.

Lily frowned. “Is that the Watcher that found us on Earth?”

“Aye,” Fenn growled.

“I think she’s taken a liking to you.”

She couldn’t help but laugh at the dismay in the dog’s expression.

---

As they had been told, Panoptos awaited them at the World Tree. Unlike last time, where only she and Fenn had been chosen for their mission, a few other Council ‘recruits’ were assembling before the Watcher. Lily fell into place with a curious glance at the mechanical being sharing the stage with them, while Fenn settled behind her, silently towering over the others.

Once they were all gathered, Panoptos began his briefing. He explained the next seal had been found in a separate realm, and that the stranger among them was to be their guide.

She did not miss the dimming of the being’s eyes, though even as a shapeshifter she had trouble placing the emotions of a mechanical visage. Resentment, perhaps, if such beings could feel such a thing. Or perhaps it was just bored and resting what passed for eyes among its kind.

But wouldn’t it be a treat if the thing was bound against its will and decided to make our jobs harder out of spite?

Perhaps the most interesting idea was that the Seal itself was not on Earth. That particular detail surprised her. She had expected the seals heralding the End War to take place in the Third Realm to also be located within it. That was, unless this new creature heralded from some place on Earth hidden from human eyes.

She paused in her musings as Panoptos finished his explanation, pausing to field their questions. It seemed the lead Watcher would be joining them to set up the transferral of the Seal to another, undisclosed location.

A better solution than simply stationing us as guards, she mused. Which was not to say the location of a seal could not be used to bait their opponents, particularly once it was moved. If others happened upon information placing the Seal in its current location, it gave them a chance to set up a trap once it was moved.

Then again, that is only if the information placed in a young man’s head by an eldritch abomination from the Abyss can be trusted. Not that she was particularly inclined to call attention to that.

“Fenn?” she prompted, glancing behind her.

The dog looked down and shrugged ponderously, staying silent.

Lily bristled inwardly at that. It reminded her of the aloof reluctance he had displayed in the roofs of Vigrid. If the Chained Hound thought she had bargained solely for his muscle, she would need to clear that misconception. Away from prying eyes, preferably. Nevertheless, she had a question of her own.

"Why do you need protection from us?” she asked the Watcher with an almost mocking smirk. “You've shown yourself plenty capable of defending yourselves. Or, should I say, incapable of being harmed."

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Lucie remained silent as Filip spoke, smirking in that sinister fashion as he rambled on about not spying on them, and this "It", whatever it was. There was a certain sense of satisfaction in watching his eyes dart this way and that, obviously trying to look for ways out, hoping to escape them with his life. Lucie had no intentions of actually killing him, but that didn't mean she'd dispel the fear that currently made him talk so easily.

She would have dismissed his mention of this "It" thing, had it not been for their reason for being out here in the first place, and the mysterious disappearances. What he told them about the woman matched with their current information, too, so there was nothing new there. If anything, it told them that she wasn't all that mysterious, if people did know of her.

They were interrupted from the gentle tremors that went through the sewers. Something big was walking up above them, and whatever it was it spooked Filip. Spooked him enough that he threw all caution to the wind to escape, only to get tackled by Alexandra and pushed up against a wall.

She missed what her compatriot said, too busy tracking the sounds of the thing walking above them. She did, however, take notice when Alexandra reverted to English. She said nothing in response, smiling coquettishly. "I wouldn't dare disobey." She motioned for the other to lead the way. "Shall we?"

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It had been a few hours since the angelic champion had been killed, and Lily and Fenn had parted ways. While the hellhound had returned to their supposed Master's lair, in whatever realm the Council called their own.

Lily had chosen to remain in the human realm, though she didn't remain in Vigrid. Instead she made her way towards a nearby town that was controlled by neither angels nor demons, in search of a clothing store. The downside of her Draconic Form was how much larger she became, resulting in her clothes becoming too small, tearing apart.

It was an hour or two later when she touched down in an alley of some small city. People were bustling about, no one seeming to take notice of the naked woman strolling through the streets. Those who did, however, seemed to either hurry along their way or stopped and stared. Not that it mattered what they did, Lily had a goal in mind and stares were of no consequence to her. The town itself was nice, colourful. It was an old one, too, as evident by the vast amount of buildings made out of a mix of wood and stone, rather than brick. The air smelled of fish, and salt could be tasted in the air. Even had Lily not seen the ocean from when she flew here, it wouldn't be hard to guess that it was a seaside city.

No clothing store was in sight, the street lined with bars, restaurants, a candy shop, and a single shop for various knick-knacks and cheap items that no one would ever use, but still thought was entertaining to buy. That left her two options: Ask for directions or walk around looking for it herself. In the interest of time, she grabbed hold of a boy midway through his adolescence, turning him to face her from where he his back had been turned to her.

His eyes met her only briefly before they immediately darted down, widening, as his mouth fell open. Lily had to fight not to laugh. The boy's innocence obviously having been intact up until his meeting with her. This wasn't the time for him to gawk, however. She grabbed hold of his chin and lifted his head up to meet her eyes. She smiled at him sweetly. In the way a predator might smile sweetly at its prey, that is.

"Hello, Boy. As you can see, I'm in the need of some new clothes. The old ones broke. Can you point me in the direction of a clothing store?"

The boy nodded and pointed down the street, towards an intersection. "Down there. Clothes for boys and—" his gaze flitted down once again, before being forced to meet Lily's gaze again "—girls... Women."

The demoness' smile grew ever so slightly, kissing him on the forehead before heading in the direction he had pointed her towards.

The shops came into view within a few minutes, with vast arrays of clothes on display: From heels to dress shirts, skirts to dresses. Everything was here, and Lily waited no time in entering the first.

The hour hour was a blur. Where some racks were cleaned, others were left alone. The end result was Lily walking out of the fifth shop with eight bags filled with everything that caught her eye, and a dozen unconscious employees who didn't want her to leave without paying. They'd wake up in a few hours, most likely. Currently adorned in a pair of plain pants and shirt, the Demoness took to the street once more, intent on finding some way to return to the Council's realm. Luckily, the search was a short one. Upon entering an alley a presence made itself known to her almost immediately. Turning around, Lily came face to face with one of the Watchers.

"So this is where you've been?" It asked, scoffing as it glanced about, and then at the bags in Lily's hands. "Really?" Its voice was that of someone caught between amusement and disbelief and, had it had eyebrows, she was sure they would've been up under its non-existent hairline.

Hands on her hips, Lily stared right back. "Yes, really. Now, get me back to the Council's realm, castle, or whatever it is."

"You don't have the authority to order me around! You're just a—"

Lily, her tone casual, yet carrying an almost comprehensible weight, said, "A what?" The smile on her lips was almost sickeningly sweet, so much so that even the Watcher paused in its attempted tirade. "Now, correct me if I'm wrong, but you're the slaves are you not? Created for the sole purpose of serving the Council and whomever they assign you to."

The watcher stood still, and while it didn't move, it did speak. "You don't know who you're messing with, youngling! I am a Watcher of the Charred Council! I am four hundred years ol—" Once again he was interrupted, this time not by Lily's words, but her eyes. Her gaze caught his, forcing him to silence.

"You are a slave, Watcher. A speck of dust, an inconsequential existence. You call me young? Boasting your own four centuries? I was old when Mundus launched his first invasion on this Earth." Her eyes widened, as if drawing the Watcher in. This time the watcher caught a glimpse of Her. There was pain, there was pride. Power and intellect in equal measures, and an overpowering will to live. "You see me," she said, blinking and taking a step back.

The easy smile on her lips returning. "Now perhaps you realise just how little you matter. Now, please be a dear and get me back to the Charred Council?" She lifted her bags, "I have something I need to put away, after all."

Silence reigned as the Watcher did as he was bid, returning them to the Council's castle, and more specifically the room Lily and Fenn had taken for their own. The Watcher was nowhere to be seen, which suited the Demoness just fine. "Now to pack out and get into something comfortable."

---

A short while later and Lily emerged from her room, vastly different from how she looked before. Where before she had been of medium height, lean and pale, she was now tall enough to approach the two metre mark, sans a few inches, long slender legs, slim of build, and bronze skinned. Luscious, raven hair tumbled down past her shoulders and to her waist, held in a high tail. Kind, amber eyes shone almost with their own light underneath light brows, and red-painted lips set in an easy smile. Thigh high stockings, a grey knee-length skirt, and a loose, black shirt covered her.

Her new look in order, she was ready to set out on a small exploration trip. She'd seen some of the castle, but not all. There were areas she had yet to see, including the library. Maybe she would meet Fenn or Mary along the way, either might prove entertaining. One to banter with, another to torment.

Whatever happened, time would tell. As it was, the clicking of her heels on the stone floor was the only thing accompanying her.

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