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But she senses something else - something that gives her great discomfort. An itch in her neck, a chill down her spine, an uncanny shiver that she finds disorienting...and irritating, the unwelcome caress of dark, eldritch magic that kisses her supple, silken skin.

She frowns as she turns, watching the wicked, purple flame engulf the air right behind her, like a crackling, cackling parody of true fire, a gift from her Goddess to mankind. A sick sight, indeed....

Her eyes widen as she watches the other beauty step through the portal, and she realises it is none other than the demoness, the alpha servant bitch of the dark god. Both beautiful, proud women stare one another down, gazes piercing deep into one another as they scowl...

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