Charon glared evenly at Mortismere. She knew that she was close to really losing it, she didn’t want to and in an effort to control the rising demon of anger she began to ball her fists and spoke through gritted teeth.

“You really are a frigging joke Morty, you have no idea do you? I really didn’t think even you could be so dense. You never once asked me did you? Never once. Didn’t you ever wonder who Moebius’ father was? Didn’t it ever occur to you why Moebius was part of the balance? Whatever I am, whatever I have become, I can’t be anything other than part of the light in the darkness. That is part of who I am, its part of the family I belong to. Even Darkspade realised that, he had to split himself apart to be truly evil but even then…..”

She paused. Aware that she was dangerously close to just blurting everything out. Her fists were balling really hard and her fingernails were beginning to cause her palms to bleed. She fought with every ounce of her being to control the anger.

“No, you swan around in your stupid little demon kingdom, lording it up with all your ugly little…little…THINGS!”

She spat out the last word and gestured around the room to all the creatures gathered there.

“AND ANOTHER THING!!” She was on a roll now and Mortismere wasn’t going to interrupt if she had anything to do with it.

“I never, ever liked you, I certainly didn’t enjoy being in the same bed as you but you know what? I did it because we had a chance to take you out permanently. It was a risk, yes a massive risk and I paid for it dearly.”

Mortismere began to talk and he certainly wanted to after hearing the “we” in the last little tirade but she cut across him before he could utter a word.

“You know something else? I will NEVER obey you or any of your f*cking little minions…..EVER! Kizmat would make a better Demon Lord than you, in fact he’s already a BILLION times better than you ever will be!!”

It was too late, the anger just erupted. The shadows began to gather in around her like a tornado and her form began to rise into the air. The pressure in the room began to build and sparks of electricity streaked off metallic surface’s in the room, all colour seemed to drain from around her and form into a large, dark but currently indistinct form. Suddenly there was no noise, Mortismere sat and watched, quite fascinated, he’d never seen her do this before. Then the form began to rise up into a huge winged figure with a demonic head and red eyes. Mortismere stood from his throne, both figures were now eye to eye. He heard a slight whisper and then he was shoved backwards into the throne and the shadowy figure rose up higher and higher and finally went straight through the ceiling without actually damaging it. Seconds later, the colour began to seep back into the room and the electrical static settled down. Mortismere was now really pissed.