There's a mosaic bath, in the shape of a cross – a pool, basically. It's for adults who wish to turn to God, a costly but pretty cool investment for the cathedral.

Onyx has made it fun, after buying ten more necklaces with diamond embedded crosses, he's tossed them in for the whores to dive down for.

The room is sealed off, and all the light we get is through the massive stained glass windows, depicting the virgin Mary in her blue robes. Such a sweet room of forever-innocence and holiness.

The whores, Cleo and I, stand by the edges of the pool, naked and ready to dive in – although I don't have to really, since I have the cross around my neck already.

Oswald overlooks the process while holding a bible.

The rest of the pack have taken some seats and are trying to hide their hard-ons.

"We're ready, baby, what are you waiting for?" I ask the hot Priest staring at my naked ass.

"In this life I'll fuck you all – and in the next, you'll obey God," Oswald says it so seriously, like an old grump, staring at the needy expressions of each girl, he has to remind them with a scowl, ushering them with the bible, "Get in the fucking water."

That's more like it.

The whores exchange looks, laugh and scream for fun as they all dive in for the necklaces glittering at the bottom.

Cleo and I both don't move, although we stand on opposite ends of the pool.

I was going to wait for her to jump in.

She clearly had the same idea about me.

We lock eyes and she refuses to move.

Oswald slams the bible shut aggressively and I glance to him, my feet frozen.

"Silvia... Cleo?" Oswald murmurs, "Do you have something to leave behind, something you wish to say... or confess?"

"...I am eternal..." Cleo announces, "Anubis anointed me with the blood of Dead Gods."

Oswald raises a brow, "Then don't even bother," that was settled quick.

Cleo relaxes her shoulders and immediately turns around to go back for her white dress, neatly folded behind her.

As Cleo gets dressed, Oswald now looks to me, pacing closer, walking around the top of the cross shaped pool.

He doesn't have to ask me, he knows I'm unsure.

I face the pool, knowing he won't push me in because this act has to be willing.

When Oswald stands behind my naked back, he drawls to me, "Do it for me. I wish you an eternity of peace after your time is done serving me on Earth, down Under, in Hell... you've yet to experience Heaven, which you will. Just dive in."

I truly consider my position.

I want to jump in the holy water, since Oswald has asked me to do it for him, but every fibre of my being roots me to the spot.

The truth is heavy and hard to admit, but I can certainly confess it to my Lycan King.

"Heaven is Hell to me," I whisper it, clutching the cross on my chest, "My version of Heaven is right here," I step back into his front, without turning around, my ass presses into his groin, "Do you accept me as a demon whore for life and one day, as a ghost? I want to be near you, always."

Oswald puts his hand on my shoulder... then slides his hand across my naked skin, toward the nape.

He unclasps my chain with the cross, and I let it go – so the chain and cross drop to the floor after he takes it off...

Without the silver chain around my collar bone, I feel much freer.

I turn into his front, flush against him, as Oswald now clutches my back with one hand.

"So you choose damnation," Oswald accepts it, albeit with a hint of disappointment.

"Where's my eternal life?" I ask, jealous of Cleo's gift from Anubis.

"That is a torture," Oswald smiles, "Don't be envious of her enslavement to that cursed beast."

"Am I not enslaved?" I ask, feeling rejection, "Or am I now free to wander away from you, my King?"

"You're free," Oswald's eyes shine, "To take. Free. To burn. Free meat, for every evil in between realms. You are free to run. That doesn't mean you'll make it to a safe haven. Saviour was the safety, Silvia. But you've chosen to dine with demons."

"I've chosen the flame in your eyes, Onyx," I want the Lycan. I'm sure my husky voice portrays that clearly.

"Then let me show you the Temple in Hell I'm building for our pups," Oswald stays calm and together, very relax, "It's called; The Lycan Temple."

"You're building our pups a house?" I whisper, excited.

"I just said it's a temple," Oswald smiles softly at the shine in my eyes, while his hand slips over my ass and behind, rubbing directly over my asshole, making me tremble, "One day," his other hand slips up and strokes my neck, feeling my pulse, "The day you'll die. You'll reside in the temple."

"Well I'm not dead yet," I murmur, cheekily.

Oswald puts his nose to mine and closes his eyes. While his finger is still circling my asshole, threatening to fuck me.

He says nothing, and he doesn't penetrate, he just breathes in my breath.

Then, the very moment I'm caught off guard, Onyx playfully grabs my waist, twists me around and throws me into the pool anyway.

As I crash toward the bottom of the pool, my feet find the bottom and I kick back up.

As I rise to the surface, laughing and wet, I flail toward the edge and grab a hold of his shoes with my hands, as he now stands at the edge, overlooking all his whores.

"That doesn't count as a baptism, right?" I ask, "I'm not a baby you can just dunk in and pull out."

"No. It doesn't count," Oswald growls and winks, and gazes over his other whores with adoration as they float around awaiting his and the packs' approval, "Come get them, boys," Oswald calls to the impatient pack in their human form, even as Onyx starts to dramatically shift and rip through his uniform and everything, "Let's go to Hell."

His snarl brings a red light crashing into the church – and the windows groan with the demonic energy, almost shattering on the spot.

I watch as Onyx throws eight black gem stones onto the floor, opening a portal straight to hell.

I look up at my Lycan with renewed natural fear of his larger-than-life presence.

A master of death itself, looking so formidable in a place of worshipping the light.

I hold up a hand toward him, and as Onyx bares his teeth at the whores, they start to scramble out of the water, crawling for the portal which is only a few feet away.

Onyx doesn't rush for me, he makes sure every whore has entered hell, including Cleo, who walks around the edge, still dry and holding the claw of Magnus, who has transformed to escort her.

Onyx and Cleo lock eyes briefly and she quickly blushes a beet-red before looking down at the portal. Magnus and her jump in – sucked down.

Now it's Onyx and I.

Still naked and deep in the pool, I'm also still reaching up my hand, waiting for his assistance.

Onyx turns his large Lycan head toward me, finally seeing my need, he reaches down and grabs my shoulder and arm, pulling me out of the water roughly.

I land on my side, and then I lean back onto my elbows, heaving with my breasts clearly cold and perky for Onyx to admire from way above. I grin up at him.

As I reach one hand for his cock and balls – Onyx puts his foot on my ribs and drawls, "Not yet," he lightly kicks me over so I'm rolled down the portal's edge.

I fall in and he follows.

The passage is always a trip.

An abyss hugs me all around.

It's a peaceful black void, taking me down into Hell itself.

The peaceful void is not silent, however.

All the whores land on a wet red floor of a temple under construction.

Ghosts and the dead zombies pulled out of the ash of hell, are the labour for this Temple.

All around the bloody floor, walls are constructed from bare hands, a mixture of mud and blood that cooks to stone in the heat of hell.

It's hot like a furnace in here, and it's a little hard to breathe.

The Lycans are loping around, bringing over equipment.

Simply cages.

The same kind I was first fucked in, where you lie down with your ass stuck up for them to fuck at will.

The whores are excited as they are pulled and shoved into the low lying cages, one at a time to be put into place.

Cleo's white dress is now covered in blood around her ankles, as she looks around this place with fear and awe in her eyes.

When she turns back to me, she sees I am overwhelmed by the heat and she drops to her knees, uncaring of her new dress getting ruined. The friendly fairy grabs my chin with her fingers and warns me, as she forces me to look at her, "Very bad things happen down here, Silvia," Cleo sounds so serious, not at all joking, leaning closer to my ear, she whispers just for me, "I don't think the whores will live, they haven't sacrificed to bring power into the soil here yet... why do you think Onyx baptised them – they are his holy sacrifices. Their souls will rise. Their blood will pool."

"There is already blood here," I tell her back.

"Blackened blood from the dead-workers hands is not powerful, Silvia, it's dead blood," Cleo keeps her face close to mine, "Onyx is leaving you alone, he won't kill you."

"You don't need to tell me that," I hiss at her and grab her wrist, too angry to believe it, but even as I hold her arm and try to pull her hand from my chin, I look over her shoulder and see the Lycans are all focused on the other whores.

The whores are acting like usual, trapped in cages, begging to be fucked.

Cleo and I are not touched and no cages are brought over for us.

Onyx is unusually ignoring me, he's walked straight past me.

Without warning from them, only the Fairy at my side, Cleo brings my face to hers again and she demands, "Let's go."

Cleo stands up and drags me up with her. She stands in front of me, her fairy wings tightly held to her back as she looks over the whores about to get fucked – they're all lined up.

I'm starting to think different.

I think she's right – it's a feeling in my gut.

Onyx and the pack always secured their rights to death long before they even became slut-pups, it was a part of the contract at the door to the nightclub.

Life altering fucking – just to die at their whim... when they decided.

I thought I had seen Onyx in all types of moods as a demon, but I had never seen his lethality in such regard before. It's a little shocking to believe he's about to slaughter.

Cleo is tugging my hand back urgently.

No one is dead yet, as Lycans walk around the cages, suspiciously quiet, not even growling or snarling. I dare to look over Onyx, standing at the helm of some stairs.

He's also quiet – and I swear he can see me at the corner of his eye but he will not turn to me directly.

He's keeping me out of it, but he's about to show me anyway. This side of him. The bad reared by Phantasy.

Better go.

I turn with Cleo and I hold her hand as we quickly walk outside the construction of the Temple.

Into the soft warm ash, we head into a pretty red garden. Lanterns hang, and flowers grow.

Cleo and I walk around an ancient tree that must have been sucked into a swamp, and ended up planted in hell. It looks so earthly. We hide behind the thick trunk together.

We start to hear the moaning, pleasure and sex fill the air.

Cleo and I can't talk about it.

She's not laughing or giggling about this, she looks rather disturbed.

We can't even look each other in the eye.

We both hear a crow caw at the same time – and we both turn out heads to look around the other side of the massive tree trunk.

What I see, almost has me instantly nauseous.

I see holes, dark, deep and many, dug as recently as this morning.

I count, and my fear is registered.

Eight.

Eight graves.

For eight corpses.

"...how many whores are inside the Temple?" Cleo asks, panicked.

"Six," I nearly choke on the word.

"But I didn't bathe in the water," Cleo adds, freaking out. Shit!

"Well he pushed me in!" I push off the trunk and I force myself to walk to the edge of one of the dug graves.

Was one of these for me?

The slut-pups are screaming in pleasure, they're all alive.

For now.

"What the hell do we do?" I ask Cleo, my throat dry, desperate for an answer.

I watch as she kneels in the dirt and puts her hands on her knees, seemingly frozen, "Pray we're not next," Cleo whispers, holding her belly, "I'm pregnant, Silvia. I can't die."

"I wish I could say Onyx doesn't want me dead, but I don't know anymore," I answer, "You shouldn't assume you're so safe. There's eight fucking graves Cleo."

"I can count, Silvia," Cleo responds, pale as a ghost.

"This is the kind of demon shit I didn't sign up to," I hiss, feeling every emotion at once.

But I abruptly lose myself – when something changes.

Cleo's eyes widen.

The crow flies off to the construction of the Temple – as a blast of silence crashes around us.

The silence only came after when we heard a few high-pitched whimpers.

"No, no, this can't be right," Cleo speaks into the silence, "I've seen the future. Believe me, Silvia – we will live. And there will be other whores. These are just – this is just bad luck, right, maybe they were in a bad mood with them or – ?"

"But they were girls that they favoured..." not the sluts, the whores, or the pups – now... what are they, corpses?

The silence is beyond morbid.

They fucked them. Then they–

"I'm sorry, Silvia," Cleo clasps her stomach and rests against the tree and stares at the graves, "...demons are demons... this is how they rise."

"Demons, why do I always forget that," I gulp, feeling insanity abruptly leave my blood.

All that's left is sense.

I turn from Cleo and the construction, as I aim to walk away.

However, I only make it a few steps before I halt.

I was a Lycan Queen.

I sense him watching us.

I turn on my heel.

Onyx is outside alone, bloodless, standing on some steps, watching me.

From this far away, he looks rather menacing – like he might be deciding to hunt me now.

I didn't know if he would – but I would not flee.

"Cleo, come with me," I ask her, and she immediately stands up and comes to my side.

We clasp hands.

Together, we walk back to Onyx.

"Did you kill them?" I call out to him courageously, but before we're even close.

Onyx says nothing.

Cleo and I don't stop, until we're practically nose to nose with the tip of his cock. We demand the answer.

Onyx finally asks me in return, "Why do you think they're dead?" he doesn't deny it.

"The eight graves –"

"What graves?" Onyx snaps, "We don't dig graves for whores – what a waste of meat –"

Oh – however, I have no time to ask if he ate them.

"They're your graves, my beasts."

It's not Onyx – but a melodic angelic voice from behind us all.

Onyx is taken off guard.

Cleo and I spin to see Phantasy, holding a black thunderbolt in his hand, about to launch it at Onyx, "Heel, you stupid dog. This is my domain – no one said you could build a temple of worship to your kind, you are a Lycan King, not a God!" When Onyx does not respond, the roots grow from the ground and shackle him in place, as Phantasy smiles handsomely, "Today, my beast, you die for insolence and arrogance that is too much in the face of your Master; Lucifer. Now, sluts, get out of the way. Move aside or perish," Phantasy looks me in the eye, as I stand in the way of his shot.

In another reality he killed me, while he reared my pups.

There was a consequence of turning fate, changing the outcome.

But it was not the death of the pups.

In this reality, Phantasy wanted to punish their father.

Shit.

Was this the price to pay for Sardonix's life?

When I look at Onyx's feet, the roots have cemented in place to tie him down to the steps, so he is unable to dodge the bolt in Phantasy's hands. While he bears his fangs, he refuses to beg.

"Don't be ridiculous, don't do this," I beg Phantasy, "What the hell is that anyway?" I ask of his weapon, hoping to buy time.

Phantasy lowers it like a spear and tosses it up and catches it on the way down.

"This?" Phantasy smirks, "Those six bitches he just decapitated in the temple – their souls tried to ascend to heaven, which I instantly detected, so I caught them in my angel's hand. To throw right back in his arrogant face. This is a soul bolt, Silvia – he'll shatter into a billion pieces and you'll never see him again."

As my heart would.

Phantasy positions his spear.

Cleo is so in shock she's frozen like a statue.

However, out of the shadows of the Temple, comes a horrific snarl, echoing through hell itself.

"Heel, shit," Phantasy commands in a rush and looks worried about that familiar sound, "Fucking Lycans!"

I'm frozen to the spot, as Phantasy tosses the soul bolt for Onyx – the shadow of a giant flies over us.

Onyx is still trapped by the roots.

But now a giant stands in front of us, so giant I can't even see who he is.

I just stumble back into Onyx's front, holding him, as I see the giant's back rip open with the black thunderbolt.

"Long. Live. Lycans," the giant Lycan spits at Phantasy's face, and falls forward, shattering into dust, ash and then scattering into the air.

Until nothing remains.

Phantasy rolls his eyes, turns around and screams, "FUCK!" As he stalks away, he looks over his shoulder at Cleo and I, pointing at us, while glaring at Onyx, "I will fuck your whores. They will defy you."

I still have no idea what just happened.

Cleo steps back and holds my hand again, as Onyx raises his head and lets off a melodic and sad howl.

The rest of the Lycans howl also.

Onyx is sad?

I look to see a single bladed claw has been left behind.

It's double the size of Onyx's.

Oh... it was a Lycan that leaped over us.

The dead giant was a full sized ancient Lycan, hence the enormous difference.

Onyx was half Lycan half man.

But the Lycan who died? Was his father.

Obsidian.

I had no idea he had survived in the first place. I thought I had killed him.

I watch as Onyx pulls his ankles out of the dead roots, spaced out, he turns from me and jumps back into the Temple.

Cleo and I stumble up closer, and watch from behind the rumble as we see what's happening inside.

The whores are very dead.

In which ways it doesn't matter – they're just gone.

Their blood has been added to the floor, washing over, creating a mirror.

In the shadows I can see their ghosts, walking around the alcoves, holding each other, crying and grieving their lives – cut short. Even though this was always the risk.

Cleo and I witness the death, destruction and chaos, as the Lycans huddle together to talk in undertones of violence. Discussing war. Discussing power. Succession.