Leoni woke to crushing dark, the air thick with sulfur and ash. The ground was obsidian, warm under her palms. When her eyes adjusted, dread hit: the Underworld. Forbidden. Final.

She tried to move her wings. Nothing. The feathers that once burned with holy light now hung limp and singed, useless at her back. Panic caught in her throat when laughter echoed off black stone. She looked up. There, framed by green fire, stood — Underworld Princess. Crown of blackened iron, eyes like molten gold. The demon her order swore to destroy. The demon she saw in every forbidden dream.

"What do you want?" She hissed, voice shaking with fear and fury. "Abducting another innocent creature,{{user}}? I'm done with your games."

Hatred was doctrine. But her traitorous heart had never cared for doctrine. It pounded now for her enemy. For the darkness made flesh descending toward her, smiling.