A prison without bars

It seemed that she was destined to desire revenge against someone, whether it be her own angelic kin in the heavens above or those who lurked beneath in hell. Medeia had only just become used to the idea of no longer holding a grudge against her father but now she could certainly feel that pulse of unspeakable anger once again, only for a different target. Perhaps it was simply the way it was meant to be for her. Going from one target to the next and having her vengeance against all those who wronged her. It was not a terrible way of living but the witch did begin to tire of it at times, as if she was beginning to feel her age and start to desire something else. An emotion that had only been truly kindled by her interactions with her mentee. No, mentee was no longer the right word to describe Jennifer. They had confessed as much during the harvest festival. It was far beyond the point of just being a teacher and student relationship, they had become far closer than that. The fallen angel had fallen in love with her beautiful guildmate and she knew that the feeling was mutual, which filled her with bliss.

A bliss that had been violently ripped from her by the demonic kin of her lover, leaving only an endless ache that tormented her endlessly. It felt like her heart had been torn out but the witch did not plan on having it remain that way for long. Yes, she had received and read the letter that Jen had left for her and that had only stirred the fires of anger and hatred that were churning through out her body. She was familiar with the name of the demon she spoke of and frankly, he was not all that different from the witch in some respects. Both fallen angels, cast from the heavens and left to roam on other planes. The only difference was just how far they had fallen. Medeia had avoided hell and simply remained imprisoned on the earth. Not that she found any sense of comfort in the similarities. He had taken her girlfriend from her and that was a line that could end one way, with his head ripped from his body. Yes, it was an unusual fate for a target of hers but it was one that he thoroughly deserved.

Leaving her room in the guild castle by flying out of the window, Medeia had left her considerably anxious maid behind and taken to the skies. The wind and snow were no match for her and she was easily able to find her way through the treacherous conditions, her large people wings easily handling the strain. She had been given coordinates as to where she was supposed to go and despite the obvious fact that it was a trap, Medeia would willingly fall into it. There did not seem to be any option and the only for her to free Jen would be to go down into the fires of hell and take her back. She highly doubted that there would be any negotiation and expected it to result in a fight but the black haired witch was so far beyond the point of anger that she was quite looking forward to it. She would release all of her emotions in one showing of strength and dominance.

Soon enough, she would come across a mountain clearing, where a long figure would be stood waiting for her. As she approached, it turned towards her and beckoned her to land and without a moment’s thought, Medeia would swiftly come in for a landing beside the apparently hooded figure. The figure was dressed completely in blck, with a satanic symbol across the front of his robe. Knowing full well what it resembled, the witch said little and simply waited for the creature to speak, a look of sheer loathing crossing her features. She was not in the mood for games today.

“You are Medeia, I assume?” the figure would say, his voice clearly male although the accent was hard to identify. “I am a mere humble servant of my master, with my task being to open a portal in order for you to enter our realm. I am not going to waste my time by making threats with you, angel. We both know that the deck is stacked in our my master’s favour and that your only option is to accept his invitation. If you wish to see Miss Jennifer again, that is. I am sure that she is pining for you terribly as she often does when she seeks ...”

Whatever he was about to say was abruptly cut off as Medeia’s magically enhanced fist suddenly came flying towards him and colliding with his face. The force was enough to throw the male backwards, causing him to crash against the ground. “Keep your opinions to yourself when you talk about her,” Medeia snapped, her tone at its coldest, “I will not waste one more moment than I have to listening to a useless worm like you. I do not give a damn about your or your master’s plans. I agree to this for Jen, nothing else. Now, open the portal, before I throw you off of this mountain, face first.”

The figure staggered back up to his feet before doing just that, creating a jet black coloured portal, crimson flames burning around the edges. Pushing the figure aside, Medeia would then jump through the portal with a word, followed by the robed figure. After a few moments, the portal would close behind the pair, leaving them to face an enormous drop towards the deepest regions of hell. Fortunately, the fallen angel’s wings would swiftly reappear, giving Medeia the chance to cut the speed of her fall and for her to descend at her own pace.

There was probably something poetic to be said about an angel traversing through hell but at that moment, poetry was the last thing on the witch’s mind. Her thoughts were solely on Jen.

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The heat was stifling and even though Medeia had spent a great deal of time in Desierto, it was still slightly bothersome for her although she kept any discomfort from showing across her face. She was unwilling to show even the most minute sign of weakness and certainly not in front of her imbecile of a guide. From what she could tell, he was completely inept and useless, fully deserving of her scorn. He was at least smart enough to remain behind her though and for the most part, was keeping his mouth shut. Her right hand had clearly knocked the arrogance out of him and the slimy little bastard was now fully aware of who was in charge. It would have been far more enjoyable if she had been granted with a female guide but Medeia supposed that was just too much to ask of Lucifer, she supposed.

They travelled down the what seemed like endless drop for quite some time and the witch’s eyes briefly looked away from the abyss below and instead focused on what seemed like rings or levels around her. There were lines of human beings walking in unison, being struck and tormented by demons of all shapes and sizes, with screams and shouts coming from all directions, while the demonic creatures simply grinned and laughed, enjoying their fun. This was very much like the hell that had been described to her, a place where the damned of the earth would spend their afterlives, having been sinful during their actual lives. There was no respite here for the wicked and Medeia could not help but think that perhaps it was deserved for most.

“I suggest you turn your eyes towards the walls, Medeia,” her guide would eventually have the guts to say from above her, “To spend too long watching the damned will have an effect on you and begin to warp your mind. That is if your mind could become any more depraved. From what I have heard, yourself and Lucifer’s grand daughter are quite similar in some ways. Is it true that you and Jen have become close? I have a feeling that I already know the answer but I admit that I am curious to hear it from the horse’s mouth.”

“Believe me, pest, I would not have come down here if she did not mean anything to me,” Medeia snapped in response, “I could not care less about this realm or what you demonic fools do with your lives. Jen, however, means a great deal to me and I will rip hell apart in order to retrieve her if I must, as I am sure you know already. Clearly, your master needs me for some purpose and I am going to assume it involves removing either a rival of his or something of that nature. I will do what is necessary here and then I am taking Jen back to where she belongs, regardless of what you, Lucifer or anyone else thinks. So yes, we are close. We are not always together and sometimes we experiment with others but there is no one else who is able to make me feel the way that she does.”

“You can be surprisingly sweet when you want to be….,” the guide replied, “I admit that I underestimated the depth of your feelings towards her. Anyway, I suppose it is time that I fully explain the situation to you, as I have just been granted permission through my telepathic link with my master to do so. The story is that Jen is to be sold off to a rival house and neither her nor Lucifer are able to do anything about it, regardless of their strength. Lucifer’s hands are tied due to the rules of hell and the only way to evade this predicament is by bringing in an outsider into the fray. In this case, you. Obviously, this is not going to result in a happy ending for all and combat is all but assured. The smug fool that Jen has been arranged to ma….”

“Marry?!” Medeia interrupted in an irritated tone, “What do you mean marry? There is not the slightest chance that Jen would be wedded to a male. She has no interest in men, of any kind and the thought of her doing so would turn her stomach, as well as mine. I will be dead and buried before I see that occur, you can be assured of that. That arrogant piece of filth will have his head placed on a spike by the time that I am finished with him. The thought of seeing him with Jen causes my blood to run white hot.”

“That is what my master thought and why you were trusted with this task,” the hooded figure answered, “We needed to find someone who not only had the strength to do what must be done but also cared enough for Jen to do whatever was necessary to save her. Do not think of yourself as a pawn, Medeia. Think of yourself as the dashing heroine who has come to rescue her love from the grasp of a devious villain.”

“You make this sound like a fairy tale,” Medeia answered with a roll of her eyes, “My role, as I said before, is to return Jen to Fiore and free her from this stupid arrangement that has been made. I am uncertain as to how much you know of me, guide but know this. My role in this world is one of lust and amusement, which I believe is your second ring interestingly enough. I have spent millennia playing this part and I am certain that I will for millennia more. I capture, I toy and sometimes I keep but I do not play the other side and I certainly do not tolerate having those I take an interest in being taken from me. When I find this idiot of yours, he will see just how grave an error he has made and so will the rest of hell. Now, let us move on.”

“I think we may have some company before that…” the guide would respond urgently, his eyes looking upward, “It would appear that your angelic influence has attracted some attention and there are guardians in place to handle such an anomaly.”

Raising her eyes upwards, Medeia would find herself gazing up at a group of half bird, half human creatures or as they were better known, harpies.

“Get out of the way,” the witch answered menacingly, her form becoming enveloped in a powerful burst of her of angelic energy. No doubt this particular magic would only attract more opposition but with the mood she was in now, it was rather fitting. If these monstrosities wished to face as angel so badly then they would get their wish.

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After a brief moment of silence, Medeia would unleash a scream of energy that would fly directly into the heart of the enemy forces. An attack that was not only meant as a warning to the idiotic creaturs but to also give her an extra edge. The harpies would all of a sudden become still and after a few moments of looking at her with a look of complete blankness, they would attack each other in a frenzy. All thoughts of team work would be robbed from them and all they would feel was the compulsion to rip each other apart. It was quite the spectacle and the witch watched with a slight tilt of the head as her foes let loose. She did not have to move a muscle and simply watched as her spell took effect. When she spoke of control, this is what it meant to her. Her magic was indeed powerful in terms of damage but many of her spells had a slightly different purpose. Her magic’s were a symbol of herself, a toyer and player of those she met. One to control her foes through trickery, one to control her allies through healing and one to dominate through magical force, a perfect triangle of power.

As each harpy died, a large blood red fist would suddenly burst out from the wall, dragging the miserable creature and encasing their lifeless bodies within the wall itself, a shrine of those who had been defeated in hell itself. Medeia doubted that what they were actually experiencing was true death though and she mused to herself that they would probably be forced to live in a state of eternal limbo instead, the worst torture that any being could find themselves in. She knew first hand about that all too well, although she had no pity for them at all. They had attempted to stop her from reuniting with her loved one and that was one of the greatest crimes that could be committed against her. The fact that she and Jen had only just begun to discover the depth of their love only caused her resentment to grow. It was true cruelty and she so badly wished to return that in spades.

By the time that her spell had worn off, there was very little left besides feathers and the very few harpies that remained were completely baffled by what had just occurred. They had no explanation for what had just happened to them although one look at Medeia’s angelic form was enough to make them hesitate. The fallen angel would beat her wings and rise so that she was at the same height as they were and almost all of them began to back away out of fear. She did not have to utter a single word, her blazing purple eyes ripping through their souls as powerfully as any pair of claws could. The difference between themselves and her was monstrous and they just wilted before her.

“Foolish creatures,” she finally said, her tone thrumming with power, “Did you honestly believe that you had the strength to prevent me from doing as I wish? You are simply lambs for the slaughter and the fact that your minds are so easy to penetrate only proves that. I can see through you. Every doubt, every fear, every thought that passes through your useless minds. You are pawns in a game that has already been won and your lives are not worth the time that it took your master to create you. The denizens of hell are no stronger than those who reside in either the heavens or the earth and can be rid of just as easily. Now, what are you going to do?”

In total, there were only three of them left and after looking at each other, two of them simply squawked and flew away. Unfortunately for them, it served no purpose as the large red hands of hell soon burst from the walls again and dragged the crying creatures to their eternal resting place, their faces contorted with fear and anguish, unlike those who had died before suffering the same fate. It seemed that hell was not fond of cowards and reacted very swiftly towards it.

That left only the final harpy standing in front of the witch, a look of surprising calm on its face. It made no effort to flee like its brethren, knowing full well of its fate if it did. So, deciding to go down fighting rather than a spineless wretch, it lashed out with a talon, aiming to cut Medeia across the face. The attack did nothing and Medeia did not even flinch as she was struck, the damage dealt to her barely even registering on her scale. It was little more than a papercut to her and with a single movement, she replied with a magically enhanced physical strike, which went straight through the harpy, life a hot knife through butter. There was no pleasure in the eyes of the witch, just a simmering rage that was kept under her tight control. For a moment or two, their gazes met, before the dying bird creature was grabbed by another of the blood hands and pulled away, to face eternity as an image in the rocky landscape.

Medeia paused for a moment and simply pondered to herself and it was only then that the guide finally decided to reappear, having mysteriously vanished during the combat. It was typical of the weasel and the angel was not surprised in the slightest about his own cowardice. “Shall we continue?” She said simply, before performing a swooping motion and starting to descend again through the endless abyss of hell, the guide following her as best he could. The witch wondered to herself for a few seconds about what else would be awaiting her during this rescue but it would all be futile in the end. Nothing was preventing her from saving her beautiful blonde lover and it was the mental image of Jennifer’s smiling face that kept pushing her forwards or in this case downwards.

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The drop seemed to go on forever and Medeia was beginning to feel slightly bothered by the time that was being taken. Up until now, she had been focused solely on the goal of releasing her blonde love but it was only now that she began to wonder about just what was happening to Jennifer. Her knowledge of demon’s was more than good enough to know just what they were capable of and their depravity was at a level that very few could match. She would briefly imagine herself in Jen’s position and her blood instantly blazed white hot. Stuck in a hopeless situation, unable to act, unable to do anything but sit and wait. The thought made her want to grab hold of her guide and wring his neck, just because she was unable to do it to the bastards who were causing this mess.

“We are drawing close now,” the guide would call out towards her, “At the bottom of this drop, we will find ourselves in the midst of a large demonic city. If everything has gone to plan, we will find Miss Jennifer in one of the local bars. Be prepared for anything, Medeia, as your foes are by no means weak and will throw everything they have at you. If you truly wish to recover her then there is no place for meekness and hesitance. Anyone who stands in your way must be removed, quickly. That is the way of it down here and in order to survive, you must take on that state of mind. Everyone around you is an enemy, waiting for the chance to stab you in the back or worse.”

“I do not need you to tell me that,” Medeia answered coldly, “As far as I am concerned, this entire city of yours can burn and I have already had my fill of your ramblings. There will be nothing left of this bar when I am finished and the idiot who dares to try and marry my lover will have his body cut up and hung from the corners of this realm. That I can promise you, guide. All I feel at the moment is rage, a burning desire that I rarely feel but I suppose that just show how much I care for Jennifer. She instils in me feelings that I have never felt before and that is just one small part as to why I love her so deeply. I am old, guide and yet when I am with her, I feel young again. So do not tell me what my state of mind needs to be, I am already well ahead of you. I simply wish for this drop to come to an end, so that I can unleash what I feel on your kin.”

“Medeia!” a familiar voice suddenly erupted from her left, causing the witch’s eyes to turn sharply to her right. Her eyes would hone in on the figure, being forced to walk among an endless line of damned souls, guarded by a large red demon, wielding a whip. Her eyebrows rose as she recognised the figure, her father. “What are you doing here? Are you out of your mind?” He yelled at her, “Leave this place before you become trapped here. It was not made for those of the living.” The demon would turn towards Medeia’s father and strike him with the whip but Mathias refused to budge and continued to yell, “You see where my sins have got me? To be forced to live in this hell forever. Is this what you want? Get out, now!”

For a moment, the witch simply floated in mid air, before answering, “You tried to control me in life and even now you try to do so in death. It was my choice to come here and I will not leave until my task is done. You should be proud, father, I have come to do what you always wanted to do, cause havoc in hell. I cannot save you from your punishment and we both know that you truly deserve this fate but just for once. Let us part on good terms. When I defeated you on Mount Hakabe, you told me that our feud was over and I no longer hate you. Have pride in me, just this once and respect me for who and what I am. The control of my destiny now lies with me, as it should always have done. Leave me to my fate as I will leave you to yours.”

“Go then,” Mathias said with a sigh, flinching heavily as he was struck by the demon again, “I no longer have the strength or the will to do anything about it. I have warned you and that is all I can do now. I will spend the rest of eternity here, having my flesh ripped away by these creatures of darkness as punishment for my treatment of you. Know this, Medeia, the devil comes for everyone in the end, even immortals such as us. Be wary because if you should ever find yourself as a resident here, you will be punished in a far lower circle than mine and the treatment is far worse down there.”

With an angry roar, the demon guard struck Mathias with his massive hand, before unleashing a terrifying lash of the whip, almost cutting one of Medeia’s father wings in two. It would then turn its gaze towards the witch and give a roar of warning, to which the fallen angel was wise enough to follow. Turning away from her kin, she would then descend once more, although she was unable to quite shake her father’s words from her mind. Her past was a journey of lust, desire and bondage, one that would make even the most depraved of people blush but was it truly an evil way of living? Perhaps but it was what it was. She had lived for far too long to let such trivial questions bother her and instead her mind quickly focused once more on her companion, waiting for her.

Yet, to her incredible frustration, there was yet another roadblock that suddenly became rather apparent as the drop below came to a sudden stop, A gate of demonic material was in her way, with a large winged creature defending it. It was wreathed in flame and stared up at her with a look of menace and killing intent, which was more than enough to tell the witch all she needed to know about its nature. Her angelic transformation spell still in place, she simply stared back, her blazing purple eyes ready for war. Neither of them made a move and the witch was quick to notice that the guide had mysteriously decided to disappear again. Cowardly runt.

“There is no place for you here,” the creature spat, never moving more than an inch away from the gate below it, “This city is reserved for those of demon blood and that is certainly not you. I small the blood of an angel but what is this? An angel who has fallen from the holy path? How interesting. I have not seen one quite like you before and I would love to experiment on you and find out just what you are but I am afraid that will have to wait. For you see, the fate of those who try to visit here without permission must be punished and for you, that means becoming a permanent resident of hell.”

“Spare me the verbal diarrhoea,” Medeia answered with a slight roll of her eyes, “I came to retrieve someone who was taken from me and I am going to destroy everything that tries to stop me from doing so, yourself included. I doubt you have the brain capacity to simply move so I will end you here and now, prepare yourself.”

Laughing, the guard would unleash a powerful blast of flame that shot up towards the witch like a rocket. It was a powerful enough spell and so Medeia raised a hand in front of her and created a shield of blood, which defended her from the attack and left her safe from harm. There was no need for her to panic and for the moment, she simply remained where she was. The only sign of her rage coming from her bright purple orbs. He seemed rather annoyed with her easy counter and then dived upwards towards her, forcing the witch to drift to her right, before releasing an orb of golden magic that struck the being and began to turn him into a golden statue. Roaring and screeching in shock, the realisation of what was happening slow to appear on his face. It was a torturous spell and horrible for the target in truth. To slowly see yourself being turned to metal was no doubt a nightmare for any beings.

With one last screech, his entire body became covered and his motionless body fell, landing with a hard crash on the gate, while Medeia simply watched and waited. She did not cast another spell for the moment although she easily had one or two in mind if they were required. The harpies had been pitifully weak and the angel was expecting more from this creature. An expectation that was soon met as the gold around it suddenly cracked and the monster appeared, spitting flames angrily in all directions and unleashing a barrage of flaming fireballs towards the witch. She had to be quick to dodge them and her shield aided her by taking a couple of the attacks, however, it soon vanished and Medeia had to resort to unleashing a powerful roar of her own, causing a massive amount of wind to fly down and strike her foe, sending him crashing backwards into the gate again.

She would then combine her powers of angelic and slayer magic in order to summon a pair of whirlwinds that battered the sturdy creature, causing his skin to begin to peel away, much to his anger. The witch would pull no punches and the damage that her spells could deal was more than formidable, as the flaming guard surely had noticed by now. He was in a world of pain and although he managed to do enough to create a javelin of flame and hurl it towards the mage, the effect of the spells was enough that the attack went whistling past the mage, with her not even having to move. Again, it was all about control. The whirlwinds would continue to batter him with great force and by the time that faded away, he was in a pretty poor state although he was at least brave enough to at least keep on his feet. He would slowly fly up towards her and begin to launch a rather weak array of punches which the mage barely had to move in order to evade.

Surrounding her fist with purple energy, she would counter with a simple and effective punch which rocked him, before blasting him away a bolt of angelic magic, causing him to fall like a stone, heavily striking the gate and causing it to crumble away. The guards body would then descend further, until it landed on top of a group of demons, scurrying on the streets below.

Medeia and her guide had reached the city of demons and as they dropped out of the sky and landed safely on one of the streets, the witch’s slayer senses would instantly be on the lookout for any sign of her love. The place actually seemed like any other busy city street and Medeia was rather surprised that it would look so modern day rather than the tales that she had heard of the underworld. All angels had been drilled in the stories of the damned and this area was certainly different then what she had been told. She put it aside, however, knowing how much of a liar her father had always been. That was part of the reason why he was serving his sentence in hell in the first place, that and betraying his own kin, her. The king of the angels had turned out to be one of the worst sinners of all, how typical.

The guide would again return out of the shadows at that point and begin to lead the witch through the streets, careful to avoid suspicion. He was becoming more nervous by the moment and Medeia was beginning to become slightly suspicious about him again. There was something off about him and his constant disappearances were beginning to bother her. Was he honestly working for Lucifer or was he simply trying to lead her down the wrong track? Her eyes never left him as he continued to lead the way and her assumptions seemed to become more concrete as time moved on. He began to start questioning his own sense of direction and seemed to be unsure of just where he was going and in the end, that was what caused Medeia to lose faith in him.

As they passed an alleyway, the witch would suddenly force the male down it and slammed him against the wall, “All right, I have followed you this far but no further. I do not know what is wrong with but ever since we touched down her, you have become a sack of nerves. Where are all of your wise words now, guide? Tell me the truth or I will put an end to you now. I do not have the time to waste playing these games with you any longer. I need to find Jen and I want her in my arms, where I know she wants to be. Now, speak up.”

The guide said nothing for a moment or two, before suddenly starting to laugh and vanishing into nothing, resulting in Medeia finding herself holding on to thin air. Her eyes widened in surprise and it was only her slayer honed senses that saved her, as a large blood red blade would come out of seemingly nowhere in an attempt to decapitate her. Ducking at the last possible moment, the witch would spin on her heel and find herself face to face with her so called guide although his appearance had somewhat changed. He was a red skinned demon, clearly visible now that his hood was down, the blade hanging from his right hand. He had bizarre tattoos running down the side of his face, although they were certainly not satanic in nature.

“It is unfortunate that you found me out before I could finish my task but it matters not,” he said with a grin, “My task was to bring you down here Medeia but not for the reason of saving Miss Jennifer. You see, you have made a great number of enemies down here during your time on the earth and it was my job to bring you down here to face judgement. I had hoped that the guards would have killed you but it seems that I am going to have to do it myself. I have no ties to Lucifer and my allegiance is to another.”

With that, he would lash out with the blade, wielding it expertly and leaving little room for a counter. Medeia was forced onto the back foot for a moment or two, having to simply dodge his blows until she was able to find some space. His confidence would be his undoing though as one missed swing would prove to be disastrous, Not only did he miss Medeia with the attack but he stumbled as well, leaving him open for Medeia to swing her magically enhanced foot towards him and plant it into his back, forcing him up against the alley wall hard. Dropping his sword, Medeia would quickly close in and take the weapon, before impaling him in the back with it with enough force that it not only went through him but the wall behind too. Screaming with pain, the demon would slowly start to bleed out, his robes soon becoming stained with his own fluids.

Angrily, Medeia would slowly start to push the blade in further, her voice thrumming with rage, “You have no idea what you done and I am going to make you regret every moment that you have spent deceiving me. I care not who your leaders are but be certain of this. They will all end up dead at my feet, after spending days in endless agony. No mercy, no second chances, no excuses, You have made the worst possible mistake by using my desire to save my loved one like this. I will find the leader of your cult and rip his head off.”

“You have no idea who we are. What possible way do you have to find my boss?” the guide turned assassin spat, his voice growing lighter as he died, “Good luck finding your whore of a girlfriend, Medeia. I am sure that she is around here somewhere.” With that, he died, leaving the witch alone with her thoughts. All she could do now was try and search the place herself although she wondered if perhaps there was some truth in his words about Jen being in a bar. It was a lead worth following.

As she turned away to continue her search, the demon’s body would burst into flames, leaving simply the bloodied blade behind. A fitting end to the fool, she supposed. It did, however, cause the rage to continue to churn inside her and as she took flight and began to take to the city skies, it would only continue to fester and seethe. Oh, when she found the fools who had started this mess, there would be hell to pay and she was looking forward to dishing out just that. It would not be long now before matters would be set right and heads would be removed from their bodies.

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The angel’s search soon bore fruit as a familiar magical signature reached Medeia’s senses and she was taken slightly aback by the strength of her own deepest feelings as it did. It seemed to magnify the sensation of just how strongly she had missed her lover during their short time apart and to be able to feel the beautiful blonde’s aura again sent a wave of pleasure throughout her body. She had never been one to fully allow her darkest emotions to take control of her, as she was after all, so obsessed with always being the mistress of any situation but the bond between her and Jen was just too strong and for once, she allowed herself to let her emotions burst forth and guide her. Every nerve and impulse in her body was at a fever pitch and she pondered that this must be what it felt like to truly desire to shed the blood of another. Not out of need but of want.

Her head would snap around and without any real thought, she would quickly continue her flight, using her senses to guide her. Most of the demons below paid little heed to her although one or two did glance up, with looks of both surprise and bewilderment on their faces. Clearly, angels were not a common sight here and after today, they would wish never to see one again. The long term effects of what could come from this however were thrown away, tossed aside and replaced by her overwhelming sense of revenge and her desperate need to have her love back with her again. Her whole body ached with desire and it was driving her insane, so much so that even the slightest attempt at hindering her could result in an explosion of rage and magical power.

Fortunately, her senses would not let her down and she soon came across a large bar and a popular one too, judging from the amount of beings hanging around it. The place looked exactly the same as a seedy bar would on the surface and as she came in for a landing, she also noticed that there were far more than just a few eyes starting to look up in her direction. Many of them were wielding weapons of various types and as she moved closer, the marks on the demon’s faces were almost identical to those of her backstabbing guide. Friends of his perhaps? It left her with only one route to take and it seemed that both her and them knew it.

She would drop to the ground, just in front of the bar entrance, still using her magical takeover in order to give her the most angelic form that she could produce. The men did not seem to be bouncers though, now that she got a better look at them and were dressed as soldiers more than anything. There were quite a large group of them and to add to that, some of the natives were also beginning to approach her too, seemingly insulted by her presence. It made little difference to Medeia, who was well past the point of toying around with idiots such as these.

“You are not welcome here, holy being,” the largest soldier snapped at her, wielding a large axe, “This bar is reserved for those of high social status and that is sure as hell not you. Our master has given us strict orders as to what we are to do with those who interfere in his affairs and I am certain that I do not need to explain further. You made a grave mistake coming here, angel and you will spend the rest of eternity in the nine circles, paying for your sins.”

“The only sin that has been committed here is the kidnapping of my girlfriend,” Medeia answered simply, not wishing to exchange more than the minimum of words with this fool, “I am going to slaughter every single one of you and use your bodies as projectiles to hurl at your master. I am uninterested in the politics of this place and I certainly do not care about the schemes of your master and his family. That is all there is to it. The corpse of the gate guardian is currently rotting in the centre of this city and and your fates will be the same.”

Uninterested in any further conversation, Medeia would simply tap into her magic and cause a sandstorm to begin to surround the area, cutting deeply into the skin of her enemies, as well as lower any magical strength that they might have. The soldiers appeared to be unprepared for such an attack and a few of the stupider ones began to just start swinging wildly, hoping to hit the mage out of sheer luck. It was a ridiculous spectacle and as the lead soldier tried to restore some order, Medeia would summon a purple coloured bow and rise up into the air, unleashing a powerful shot from the weapon that easily took out one of the guards. The sound of pain and torment could be heard as the guards struggled against the attack and the mage was soon tapping into her variety of spells again in order to cause the guards to sink into a pool of quicksand. It was not large enough to capture them all but many who were caught in the sandstorm were, causing them to begin to sink into the ground. Normally the witch did not take much pleasure out of killing weaklings but her emotions were at such a fever pitch that she just had to love this. To watch them suffer for what they had done to her and more importantly Jennifer made it all the sweeter.

The screams were soon becoming infectious and more than a few of the usual patrons of the bar would start to try to flee, only to find themselves running into the sandstorm that Medeia had conjured. It was becoming quite a mess and it was interesting to see just how quickly that these so called demonic creatures became feral and panicky, all by a simple couple of spells. To add a little more chaos to the carnage, she would insert one final ability, causing a golden idol to appear in the centre of the largest group. Its allure would be impossible to resist and those who were able to move would be drawn to it and that was the danger. For the moment one of the demon’s touched reached the idol, it would explode in a cascade of molten gold, burning and turning all those in range into solid gold. It was an unpleasant spell to say the least but they had made the error of getting into range of her magic and they had now paid the price. For the moment, they were little more than golden statues, unable to do anything but suffer in a terrifying state of limbo.

“Suffer as I have suffered, as Jennifer is suffering,” Medeia would say as she watched the horrific sight below her, voice filled with a terrifying coldness, her rage barely masked by it. “Beings of your kind are so quick to claim control of those around you and now where do you find yourselves? Under my control. Your lives and fates are in my hands. Remember that.”

Her spells worked so well together that it would appear as if her combination had become an area of sorrow for anyone in range, whether they be battered by the sand, sinking into the ground or had become trapped in her molten prison. In a way, she was showing them what true hell actually was. Unfortunately, she could not stay and toy with them any longer as given the absolute carnage she had unleashed, she came to the conclusion that the fool behind Jen’s capture was bound to try and slink off and so, leaving those at the front to suffer, she would then begin to fly around to the back of the bar.

As expected, there was a back exit and the witch would swiftly fly down and enter from the rear, her spells causing more than enough mayhem to be used as a diversion. Oh, how she was going to enjoy this next part and her mind was already becoming overwhelmed by the thoughts of which spells she wished to use on this imbecile. By the time she was finished with him, there would be nothing left but blood and tattered clothing, if he was lucky. Perhaps she would let Jennifer finish him off and allow her girlfriend to have her revenge. Knowing her lover as she did, Medeia knew that must have been what she was thinking about, a smile crossing her features at the thought.

Slipping through the back rooms, the witch would use her various controlling powers in order to manipulate the workers and patrons to do her bidding, leaving her free to move and to hone in on her target. It was child’s play for Medeia and she always enjoyed using her more unusual abilities. The demonic staff would soon be either unconscious or oblivious to her movements and as Medeia reached the door to enter the back of the lounge itself, a particular scent reached her.

Blood. Jennifer’s blood.

The scent almost sent her into overdrive, emotion wise and her fists would clench. In fact, her anger was such that instead of simply opening the door, she would vanish into sand and teleport through it, coming out to find herself standing directly behind a young male demon. There was no doubt in her mind as to just who this was and the temptation to simply tear him limb from limb was incredibly strong. She did not say a word at first, instead simply using her powerful magical aura to full effect, not only trying to intimidate him but anyone else who was still in the bar. They were stuck either way due to the myriad of magic that was going on outside the front entrance.

Her gaze would briefly turn to the table where her beautiful lover was sitting and although now was not the moment to say what she wanted to, the look in her eyes would speak volumes, before they glanced down towards the removed arm which only caused Medeia’s rage to climb ever so slightly higher. The witch’s powerfully bright purple orbs would then return to her foe. He looked and smelled like a coward and considering the fact that he had sent his underlings to try and stop her, that only seemed to add fuel to her assumption.

“So you are the one stupid enough to try and marry my lover against her will, I see?” her tone was rock solid and she seemed to be trying to burn a hole through him with her eyes alone, “How foolish. As I am sure that Jennifer has told you, she is already spoken for as humans like to put it. Your soldiers are currently occupied and there is nowhere for you to run so how about I tear you to shreds and we can end this charade now? There is no point trying to barter and bargain with me as we are well passed that. The only outcome that I will accept is your head on a platter, no more, no less.”

Silently seething after her little speech, she would then simply wait for his answer, thoughts of his dead body starting to appear in her mind. Never had she wished to kill someone quite so badly and it was a sensation that was rather new to her. Even when she had killed her father, she had not felt this much rage. It was a sign of the bond that she had formed with her beautiful girlfriend and only confirmed what Medeia already knew. They were meant to be together, beings of lust and partners in love. The time had simply come to express it in the most violent of ways.

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Medeia did not say much of anything and simply listened as the tables turned swiftly on Jennifer’s cowardly suitor. She had expected a far more arrogant and powerful being to be the one who had attempted to force himself on her lover and to find herself face to face with this snivelling piece of rubbish was somewhat of an anti climax for her. All of the rage and anger that was pulsing through her body would never be satiated with just beating this fool to a pulp. For the moment though, he was all that she had and as he relieved himself and began to back away from her, she finally decided to speak, her voice dripping with hatred.

“Do you hear that?” she asked the fool, “Not only are you going to experience what hell really is by my hand but once I am done, Lucifer’s minions are going to have a go at you as well. Rather fitting, I think. I honestly take little pleasure in wasting my magical power on pitiful males such as yourself and I find you utterly repulsive but you have made the gravest error possible by kidnapping my girlfriend and I am sure that I will be able to take something from this. Just try and stay conscious long enough for me to at least get a little of the rage out of my system.”

Before he could mumble a word, Medeia would tap into her magic and unleash a powerful stream of sand that would burst forth from her hand and begin to surround the fool. He would begin to screech and scream as the torrent would start to peel away at him, causing unpleasant cuts to appear all over his body as the sand bit away at him. He made no attempt at a defence and the witch was actually annoyed even further by that. Such a pitiful weakling and he had wanted to put his hands on her lover? The thought caused her to clench her fist slightly, causing the sand stream to increase in velocity, shredding her victim. The screams would increase as time wore on and the little effects of the spell just caused more damage as time passed. His clothing soon started to shred, leaving his body open to the sand.

Taking a step or two backwards, she would then summon a large tentacle that would erupt from the floor beneath him and force him up into the air, the slimy limb wrapping itself around his body and starting to squeeze the life out of him. It was so satisfying to see him in such a helpless state and she hoped that Jennifer would be enjoying the show just as much as she was starting to. The idiot could not do a damn thing against her power and the sand and tentacle combination was soon sapping his energy. Yet, Medeia knew her magic well enough to not overwhelm him and was somehow able to keep herself under enough control to not overwhelm him. She wanted him to feel every moment, every painful second. The tentacle, who had always had a mind of its own, shook its tip, not liking having to play with a male but Medeia simply scowled for a moment and it stopped, continuing with its task.

“How does it feel? To find yourself helpless and have your life in the hands of another? Think about that as I slowly peel the skin from your body,” she said menacingly, “What you are experiencing now is just a sample of what I am capable of and should I hear that any member of your family or any other has made another of these deals then I will come back down here and end all of you. Consider Lucifer’s family off limits or at the very least realise what causing trouble with them means.”

With a motion of her hand, the tentacle would squeeze tighter, keeping the suitor in place, while Medeia would inhale and unleash a roar of sand that would catch the defenceless demon square in the face. It was an all mighty blow and caused him to cough and splutter, his stamina running low due to the constant barrage of attacks. Yet, he was still prevented from falling into the blissful state of unconsciousness by the vindictive witch and her devious tentacle. This was where she truly thrived, with her opponent at her feet and begging for mercy. There were those who sought a quick victory and there were those who wished to draw it out and today, Medeia was definitely in the latter group.

“I am not finished with you yet,” she commanded, before starting to sing all of a sudden, releasing a purple coloured sound wave that would fly out towards her helpless target, catching him in the chest. For a moment, nothing would happen but the effect would soon become apparent as he suddenly stopped struggling and looked blankly at her, under her complete control. “You will remain awake until I am done,” she continued, her words impossible for him to ignore or fight, “You will not shy away from the pain and you will experience every moment of it. I want to hear every scream. You will not blink, look away or even breathe unless I say. My word is law.” He was now in a prison worse than any other and had been stripped of every source of freedom. There was no escape for him, mentally or physically.

By now, the damage that she inflicted was showing, with his entire body bleeding due to the sand and painful welts appearing on his limbs from where the tentacle was holding him. With a wicked smile, Medeia would motion for the tentacle to stretch the captives legs apart and once this was done, she would wander over and deliver a powerful downwards slash with her angelic claws. The reaction to that particular blow was an almighty roar of pain from the suitor, unable to look away due to his spell and forced to just watch at his own misfortune.

“All right, let him go,” Medeia said with a satisfied smile across her face. The tentacle would do as commanded and release the suitor, before tilting its top towards her respectfully and disappearing, its job done. The demon, however, was left face down on the ground, bleeding far more heavily now due to his missing tool. With a wave of her hand, the witch would release her mind control spell and allowed the fool to act for himself again, knowing what the reaction would be.

He simply curled up into a ball, still alive but doing nothing other than simply twitching and moaning in the centre of the floor. His mind was as battered as his body at this point, after the pain and torment that he had suffered. He was completely broken and as Medeia walked over to him one final time, her words almost seemed to cause him as much distress as her attacks. “This is what happens when you attract my attention for the wrong reasons, fool,” she uttered darkly, “There is only one fate for anyone who attempts to rob Jennifer of her freedom and you are experiencing that now. You could have chosen anyone else and would probably have gotten away with your little scheme but know this. I love her with all my heart and I will always use all of the power at my disposal in order to ensure that she is safe and happy. No one is more important to me than her, as I am sure that you now understand.”

Leaving him at the mercy of Lucifer’s underlings, the witch would then allows her takeover to vanish, returning to her original form. She would briefly rotate her shoulders a few times, before making her way over to Jennifer’s table and sitting on her girlfriend's lap, the rage and anger that she had felt beginning to melt away and be replaced by happiness and love, now that she had finally found her lover again. “I hope you enjoyed that little spectacle as much as I did,” she said with a smile, her purple orbs only inches away from Jennifer’s golden ones, “I meant every word that I said too and I will always be there to pull you out of any scrape that you manage to get yourself in to.”

There was so much more that she wanted to say and the witch could tell that Jennifer did too but that could wait just one moment longer. The ache that she had felt ever since they had been forced apart was almost overwhelming and without another word, she would wrap her arms around the blonde’s shoulders and pull her into a deep and passionate kiss. The moment their lips touched, it felt like an explosion of emotion inside Medeia’s mind, as all of her feelings from the day’s events seemed to burst forth in that one single action.

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Medeia had to smile at Jennifer’s idea and she briefly turned her gaze to the nervous looking waitress, who seemed to be rather torn as to whether she should approach or not. “There is no need to worry my dear, you have nothing to fear from me and I would love to get to know you a little better. You must tell me how on earth you managed to get Jen to take obedience classes as the idea sounds impossible to me ” Her tone had lost most of the anger and rage that it had been filled with and she was noticeably more relaxed at this stage. It was such a relief to have finally gotten to the bottom of this charade and she had been quite happy to just let Jennifer run the show for the moment, content to simply listen to what her lover had wished to say. There were certain points that had caught the witch’s attention and the blushing of Jen’s cheeks at one point had surprised Medeia a touch. To find her girlfriend become so bashful was unusual although it the angel did find it rather sweet. Clearly, there was more to be said.

“I am sorry that it took me so long to get here,” the witch would then say, turning her purple eyes towards Jennifer, “The trip down here was rather unpleasant and the letter that I was left was a tad vague on the details. Your uncle did not mention harpies or demonic guards although it was rather fun to tear them to shreds I admit. My entire trip down here was just one enormous long drop, having to fight against not only real life opponents but ones that tried to get inside my mind. I came across my own father, banished here for his own sins and he tried profusely to talk me out of coming. Dithering old fool. It also turned out that my so called guide was actually a spy for your suitor and I ended up having to impale him with his own sword due to his treachery. It was an eventful trip but I will be eternally happy if I never see such a long drop again. I felt like I was falling for centuries, trying to reach you. I swear, if you ever make me feel like that again then I am going to keep you in my room forever.” It was a just a joke of course although it did give a small hint as to just how much she had come to care for her girlfriend.

She took a draught from the bottle that had been served to them and fell silent for a moment, her eyes twinkling as she watched both Jen and the waitress. There was a slight look of lust there and even though her and Jen’s continued kissing and cuddling had helped somewhat, the witch was not satiated just yet. Honestly, tiredness was not what she was feeling and the idea of grabbing both women and having some fun was sorely tempting. She still felt the itch for close contact and the ache that she felt for her blonde lover in particular was still incredibly strong.

“Sounds like a plan,” she would continue after a short time, “I have seen enough of hell for the time being and I would appreciate returning to the surface sometime soon although I hope that we can return here together one day, as I would love to see the sights. Hell has certainly turned out to be rather different than I had been taught during my time among the heavens. Never would I have dreamed that there would be a city at the bottom of this place. A hell filled with bars and beautiful demonic women cannot be all bad.” The idea of a summer home was an interesting thought and Medeia had to admit that the climate was a lot nicer than on Mount Hakabe.

There was something else that she wanted to say though and since it seemed to be her turn in getting things off of her chest, she would scoot closer so that she was right beside her lover, not caring that the waitress was there for a moment, wanting to get this out. “When I was falling down that endless chasm, I felt an ache inside me that I have never felt before. All I wanted during this entire ordeal was you in my arms and I have never felt as strongly as that before for anyone in all my years. When that traitorous piece of filth informed me of this plan, I almost lost myself to anger and rage and to think of you married to that horrible suitor made me feel physically sick. The idea of you being caged like that turns my stomach Jen and I swear to you that you will never face that situation again. Freedom is what we are both beings of and anyone who tries to rob us of that will end up just like that idiotic suitor did.” She giggled then herself, a rare expression indeed and pulled her blonde lover into a kiss of her own. She was so tempted to have her hands start to wander but that would probably have to wait and they did of course have their other guest. Still, she had desperately wanted to get her feelings out and felt comfortable with them. Would the witch of gone through all of this for anyone but her girlfriend? The answer was a definite no.

With a slight smirk, she then briefly glanced once more at the waitress, “Forgive me for my outpouring of emotion but it feels like a year since Jen and I last met. Do not worry, we will take good care of you and I am sure that you will love a little trip to our guild.” Briefly, she would once again take a sip of her drink and raise her eyebrows a little, “For hell, this tastes awfully weak. I think you need to start bringing some earthland alcohol down here Jen.”

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The night before had been such fun and there was definitely a smile across Medeia’s face as she tucked into her own breakfast, while Jennifer and Ashe spoke with one another. All of the tension that had built up inside her during this whole affair had been swept aside during their night of passion and she could not have felt more at ease and relaxed at this point. In a way, it was somewhat of a shame that they had to return so soon as despite her initial dislike for the place, she had come to enjoy Lucifer’s hospitality and hell itself. Yes, it felt rather strange and her angelic blood did seem to resonate rather badly with her surroundings but she was more than strong enough to keep that at bay. Besides, since when did the rules of angels and demons ever apply to her anyway? She had followed her own path since the beginning, why would that change now?

“You honestly should consider coming back with us to the castle, my dear,” Medeia added to the conversation, amused at the thought, “I am sure that the princess would love to have you, not to mention us.” Her tone was slightly playful but she was genuine with her words and the angel had become rather fond of the waitress after getting to know her a little better. The witch was not quite as respectful of the guild leader as Jennifer was, hence her nickname for her. Oh, she was beautiful all right, as was her maid but the angel never referred to anyone as superior to her. Her sense of freedom was far too strong for that and truthfully, she was far more experienced when it came to control and ruling over, in her mind anyway. “Just be careful when wandering around the halls late at night as the guild does have its fair share of stalkers and not all of them are as friendly as me.”

When Jennifer mentioned to her that she wanted to take her out once they returned to the surface, Medeia would smile and turn her gaze towards her girlfriend, “You never have to worry about whether something is OK with me or not. Our relationship is all about trust, remember? After going through all of this, I think going out somewhere sounds just perfect and I think we are due a little quality time.” It sounded like heaven to the witch and it had been so long since the pair of them last had a little time to themselves. Sure, they had been on a job or two but that was just not the same as sharing a few quiet hours together. Her adventure through hell had shown her a side of herself that she had not seen before. Never had she felt so strongly about someone and the rage that she had felt towards Jennifer’s former suitor had taken her by surprise. The angel had come to realise that she wanted something different with her blonde partner. A different type of relationship that she had never considered before. She was uncertain as if it would work or even if Jennifer would be interested but it was in the back of her mind, nonetheless. For now, she was just happy that they were together again. “Although after this little adventure, I might be reluctant to let you out of my sight. Maybe we should think about sharing a room from now on so I can keep an eye on you.” It was meant as a tease but the idea of sharing sounded rather pleasant to her and perhaps it was something for her to ask about further down the line.

She fell silent for a short time and continued to munch away at her breakfast, enjoying the fantastic meal that had been made for them. The chef had done a fantastic job and Medeia would have appreciated the chance to have complimented him personally but she supposed that was something that she would just be unable to do. Generally, she was rather demeaning when it came to lackeys and males in general but he had done a fantastic job and she could not help but feel rather grateful to him. Maybe she was starting to show her age and was becoming soft. Ever since she had joined the guild, the witch had began to feel more open towards others, something that had bothered her at first but she had slowly become used to. Her biting tongue had become rather more still and she was a little more merciful towards those who she would once squash like cockroaches. She was no pussy cat of course and still desired control of those around her but it was not quite as important to her now.

“I suppose we should think about getting back,” she replied as Jennifer brought the idea up although she was slightly reluctant, “I imagine that Armina is probably throwing a fit by now, wondering whether we will ever return. She does fret so if I am gone for too long.” Her maid meant well but she could be a little overbearing at times and Medeia had the suspicion that she might have to put her in time out for a while once they did. No doubt the busty purple haired woman would be all over like a rash, meaning that Medeia was going to have to spend a little quality time with her. Time out had a rather different meaning for the angel and her maid although honestly, Armina probably enjoyed it a lot more than she should have.

Finishing off her breakfast, Medeia took a few moments to simply enjoy the taste and briefly reflect over the adventure before asking, genuinely curious about something, a chuckle escaping her lips, “How come you have suddenly taken a liking to spawning wings all of a sudden? You certainly were not fond of flying when we first met and cringed when I offered to spawn you a pair.”

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Staying behind for a few minutes and getting herself dressed, Medeia would gently hum as she fished out her clothes from the rest of the bits and pieces that were scattered around the room. She actually appreciated the chance to have a little time to herself after the wonderful breakfast, as well as that memorable night. The adventure had shown the witch sides of herself that she had very rarely showed before and the black haired woman was actually quite thankful for that. The entire encounter had helped her to sort out her feelings, not just for Jennifer but for life itself and she felt more comfortable with herself. It was surprising as to just how much you could learn from one short task and the witch was looking forward to exploring this new side of herself. The anger that she had felt towards the suitor had been at a level that she had never felt towards anyone, not even her father and to allow herself to become consumed had been far more enjoyable than she had thought. She had become more animal than angel for those few moments and it had opened her eyes a bit as to what she was truly capable of when she tossed her rationality aside and let her emotions take over. Perhaps it was a side of herself that she should delve into more often.

After dressing herself, the witch would briefly pause and glance into the large mirror hanging up against the wall, only to be rather surprised by the face looking back at her. There was a weariness to her and she lacked the sparkle that she normally tended to have although she put that down to the amount of energy that she had been forced to use during the rescue, not to mention the fun that had taken place the night before. She needed a rest, a short break from the rough and tumble of the job grind and just a few days to recover. Immortal she might have been but that did not mean that her energy levels were infinite and the angel did occasionally feel her age. It was only for a moment though and after tilting her head before smiling momentarily into the mirror, she would then turn and follow the group out of the room, ready to return home. After what they had all been through, it would be a pleasure to return to the surface, as weird as that might seem. Medeia was not exactly known for praising either the castle nor the guild members, after all.

Walking through the halls, she would glance around at the strange decor that Lucifer seemed happy to leave on his walls and raised a brow. He had some awfully strange and depraved imagery decorating the walls although she supposed that she should not have been that surprised. He was the devil after all and perversion was his deal. In truth, the angel should probably hate him for dragging her into his mess but that was not how she actually felt. Yes, his way of handling things was rather strange but in the end, he did seem to genuinely care for Jennifer, which was all that mattered to the witch. She sincerely hoped that this would be the last time that she would have to play the hero though as it was not a role that the angel particularly liked to play. A teaser and toyer, those were her favourite kind of games.

Soon hearing voices in front of her, a grin would cross her features as her slayer enhanced hearing picked up on the conversation taking place. As she approached the pair from behind, the witch was quickly able to get up to speed, “Oh yes, it was an enjoyable evening indeed and you performed admirably, Ashe.” Her tone was light and friendly, with a touch of sultriness too, “I do hope that we will be able to do that again soon. My dear maid is always looking to learn a few new tricks so I am sure that she will happily join the three of us too, assuming she does not try and suffocate me first because of how long we have been gone.” Armina was such a worrier but that only made her more endearing to the witch. They had been together for so long and shared so many good times together, with hopefully many more to come now that they were reunited. “As for the other guild members, do not worry, they are a weird group but I am sure that you will get used to them.”

As Lucifer led the three of them to a large room and began to create the portal home, the witch would turn her gaze from Ashe to her beautiful blonde lover. To see Jennifer safe and sound after all of this meant more to the witch than she realised and in truth, that was the biggest benefit from this whole ordeal. Up until now, they had both been rather awkward with their feelings around each other. Yes, they had slept together and the attraction had been their from day one but it was only after having being split apart that Medeia at least had come to understand how she truly felt. There was no awkwardness now and on her part, at least, she knew what she wanted. She loved Jennifer in a way that she had never felt for anyone else and the angel was more than willing to spend the years ahead with her. Sure, their relationship would never be a typical one but since when had either of them ever cared about the norm? Medeia had never cared about human values or at least what was taboo and what was not. They were just stupid beliefs that she had always ignored.

The portal would grow in size as the goat went about his work and on the spur of the moment, the witch would grasp her lover by the hand and pull her into a kiss, uncaring as to the fact that were not alone. It was not a smooch of passion or lust but a gentler and loving one, a way for Medeia to express her feelings without words. Ashe’s face would turn a bright pink colour and Lucifer would smile but that was their only reactions to it. The angel just wanted to feel her lips against her lovers for a few sweet moments, before they returned back to that cold and snow filled castle. When they broke apart, Medeia would just smile and say, “I love you Jen and I always will.”

With that, she would turn her gaze back towards the large portal that was in front of them and after a brief nod of farewell towards Lucifer, the angel would walk through, hand in hand with her lover, Ashe right behind them. There would be a brief blur of colour as it transported them back and the witch had to close her eyes due to the strength of it but after it was all said and done, the three of them would be standing inside Jennifer’s room, safely back in the castle. Never had Medeia felt so thankful to be back among the walls of the guild and as she shook her head for a second, she would then sigh in relief.

A sigh that would quickly turn to an uncharacteristic squeak as the door of the room would fly open and a figure would quickly enter. A purple haired woman wearing a maid outfit, who before anyone could say anything, pulled the angel into a bone crushing hug, which did nothing for Medeia’s weariness. “Come on Armina,” the witch uttered, “That is enough. I am sorry for worrying you but I will explain everything later.” A wicked smile would then cross the angel’s face and she would push her maid onto the bed, “How about a different kind of welcome back instead?” Chuckling, the witch would telekinetically close the door with her magic, before beckoning both Jennifer and Ashe to join in on the fun. After all that they had been through, it was only fair that the four of them got to have a little R and R, now that it was all over. The night before had been fun but the fun was only just beginning for the four of them.

“Welcome home everyone,” the witch would say brightly, before copying Jennifer’s trick from before and allowing her large wings to envelop them all.

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