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Eve was staring at the enemy who was bleeding and screaming from the torture he was receiving. The purple demon's stomach was being ripped, exposing the innards to the air. She watched without a blink of her honey eyes, as she soaked in the screams and blood staining the floor. She lifted a finger and his small intestine ripped out, squirting liquid of acid and blood. She ignored the splotched on her face and arm. Grabbing it in her hand, she pulled and the organ tore out of his body.

"Fuck… you…" the purple demon gritted out breathlessly, "I will… fuck you. You are nothph-"

Before he could finish, Eve had stuffed the intestine in his mouth forcing him to gag. The queen did not care if the enemy could not breath, as she continued to stuff his face with his own body part.

"Samael," she grinned, "why would I let you fuck me? There are better looking demons still alive," she said causally covering his mouth so he had to swallow to breath, "Oh, I see," she tilted her head, "Was that why you killed so many of our people?" She tightened her hold on his face, "Even if you were the only thing with a penis, I would rather fuck a tree than you."

She smiled sweetly and slammed his head against the wall. He grunted and she removed her hand when she was certain he swallowed everything. Standing and walking away to her throne, she could hear the chains clinking as the demon tried to reach her.

"You dare! Wait until I get free! You will die and your father too! I killed him once, I will do it again!"

Ignoring it, she sat on the throne like the queen she was. Glancing at her father who watched the entire thing with a smirk, she smiled back. Now that they were both healed enough, his father would need to recoup their losses in Hell. So many brethren had died for a stupid cause, even if it was their fault for believing a traitor. Letting out a sigh, she felt a washcloth pressed against her left cheek.

Honey eyes met blue ones and she softened against the touch. Blue like her lover, blue like the sky where he lived. Watching the young child clean off the gunk on her face, neck, chest, arm, wherever it landed was interesting. The child tended to touch, to feel and she wasn't surprised. It had lived within the fire for many millennia and she assumed not many people were willing to touch it. So letting the child do as it wished, she heard her father spoke.

"There are only 3 of us Lords left, which means we would need to assign 2 others," Lucifer stated, "Yet we only have less than fifty demons left in all realms compared to the thousands we had."

"How are you going to fix it?" She wondered as the child positioned itself on her lap, "Convincing the very small population of humans to trade in their life for immortality?"

To be honest, Eve was interested in knowing because this was a difficult situation for her father. Wrapping her arms around the child and running her fingers through the raven locks, she stared at her father. There were a few options they could do. Collapse the other realms and leave only the 3 total realms or they could assign any of the demons to the abandoned realms. However, either one does not make it viable in the long run.

"I could run one of the realms, while you and the other lords run their own. That leaves 1 more realm opened. When we receive souls and demons, we could start from the occupied realms. That way we will have time to train the next Lord for the other realm. What are your thoughts?" She questioned her father, who stared at her with a frown.

"That could work, but the other 2 Lords of Hell need assistance. Their housing, cells, and area was trampled and destroyed thanks to that bastard over there," her father nodded at the traitor who passed out from blood loss.

"I see," she nodded, "I will go assist them."

She could tell her father was thinking something over as he pursed his lips and tilted his head. A small smile showed up on his face as he let out a laugh.

"I thought you didn't care for the business in Hell," he teased pinching her cheek.

"I am Queen of Hell, father," she pushed his hand away, "About time for me to take things seriously, right?"

"Hm," he leaned his face on his palm, "This has nothing to do with being distracted?"

There was a glimmer in his eyes and Eve frowned looking away.

"Do as you wish Eve," he sighed, "We will discuss what is to come later, but first," he waved the elder servant over, "What is this I hear about promising a festival?"

"A festival?" The child sat up excited with it's hands clasped, "It had been a long time since I have witness a festival!"

"This time you will be a part of it, child," Lucifer ruffled the hair on its head.

"Shall we prepare then?" Eve smiled at the elder, her father, and the child.

Though she was happy in this moment with people she cared for, there was still an emptiness upon her heart. Maybe she would learn to live with the hole in her heart. Maybe then… she will be okay again.