"A pity I can't do it now," Haileb sighed, looking genuinely disappointed. "Azmodan doesn't have a single hair left to his name."
His voice was icy, sounding more like a serial killer than a warrior. The Lady of Pleasure finally flinched.
"What? You just woke up and you're so full of lust you didn't even check the news? Come closer, then. Kneel and lick my boots, and I might tell you what you want to know!"
Haileb's contempt was absolute. He tightened his grip on his axe. Whether she genuinely had no shame and would kneel, or if she would fly into a rage, he was ready to bury his blade in her face.
Provoking a demon was just too much fun. Haileb licked his lips, watching her approach. His muscles were coiled. A fight, or a different kind of "battle"—it didn't matter. A Conqueror never remembers defeat.
"Barbarian, lies are the most useless form of power," she whispered. Her mouth opened slightly, revealing needle-like teeth that glinted in the dark.
Come on, then. Show me your move. Let's see if you can trick my eyes. Haileb thought, his eyes bright with anticipation.
Aloud, he said, "So you're saying Belial is the most useless of the Evils?"
The Lady of Pleasure paused. No one could tell if her reaction was genuine. This verbal sparring was exactly what Haileb wanted. Conquering an equal opponent was the only way he knew how to enjoy himself.
"I don't know how you charmed Korlic, but I'm not that coward!"
Haileb's voice boomed, carrying through the storage vaults.
"So you're saying you're much stronger than him? Then let me feel that strength."
She smiled and walked forward. Her chitinous outer shell began to flake away, revealing a form radiating pure, raw allure.
Beauty.
Lust.
Primal instinct.
Korlic had been the gatekeeper chosen by the first Ancestor, yet his will had faltered before her. Even if he had been distracted by Madawc, the hesitation had been real.
Haileb's gaze wavered.
"I... don't like you," Haileb said. His voice was no longer firm.
The Lady of Pleasure kept walking until she was inches from him. Her pale, elegant arms reached out like a cat's, glowing with the luster of white jade.
"AH! DAMN YOU! I'LL KILL YOU!"
In the next heartbeat, a scream of pure hatred and agony erupted from the demon.
Her beautiful arms had been severed at the elbows. They fell to the floor, oozing black mist and a foul, nauseating stench.
"I have the strongest desire of all the Ancestors!" Haileb roared. "But I only have one desire: Conquest through force!"
Haileb lunged, slamming his iron-shod boot into the demon's soft chest. Her flesh bulged under the pressure as he pinned her to the stone floor.
"I only feel whole when an enemy is kneeling before me! I only feel my life has value when my foe is weeping with genuine despair! You lowly succubus! I've been waiting to meet you!
To see a 'beautiful' demon like you being beaten by my fists! To have you crushed under my boot! To see your vaunted charm ignored! To watch you cry and beg for your life!
And then... when I reject your mercy and mercilessly hack off your head and smash your skull... tell me! Will that! Make me! Feel! WHOLE!?"
Haileb was screaming now. He crouched over her, pinning her chest down with his boot while raising a massive iron fist.
Then, a rain of blows began to fall.
The "perfect" face, fashioned from the stolen features of humans, was reduced to a pulp in an instant.
"Idiot! Your looks might stir love or lust, but your stench just makes me want to kiss your face with my knuckles!"
Haileb continued to pummel her with rhythmic, violent force.
Nearby, John Constantine and Spider-Man were whispering to each other.
"Does Ancestor Haileb have... an issue?" Constantine asked, his eyes filled with a strange sort of curiosity.
"What kind of issue?" Spider-Man asked distractedly, busy webbing up the corridor to create a tactical advantage. The lack of high-rises in Harrogath limited his mobility, making these narrow, complex environments much better for him.
"Like... do you think he'd like a guy like me?" Constantine asked, a glimmer of excitement in his eyes.
A bisexual—or rather, a "try-anything-once"—Constantine was a dangerous man. Truly.
Spider-Man looked Constantine up and down, then hesitated. "I think... you should ask him yourself."
Peter's Spider-Sense was tingling. It was telling him that this was a very dangerous topic. And the danger was definitely coming from Constantine. In the short time they'd worked together, Peter had already suspected more than once that this man would sell him out for a pack of cigarettes.
Standing next to Constantine made him very nervous.
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