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Coming to within the depths of the darkened woods, the behemoth's metallic bug eyes shimmered in the gloom with sudden awareness. Its scythe-like arms flailing wildly as it fought to right itself, slicing through the air like wisps of death in its ineffectual attempt to regain control. Blood drooling down onto its beefy human chest from a slacked jaw that was broken in one swift motion. It huffed and whined as it clambered to its feet, struggling to maintain its rage towards the stony thing that rebuked it in a single blow.

Around its form, a small horde of fleshy abominations chittered and purred. Animal parts haphazardly attached to inhuman masses of flesh and wire. Some trying to comfort the larger beast made of metal and insect and human meat, others testing to see if they were able to begin treating it as prey to be devoured and made part of themselves. To those seeking to devour it, they received swift kicks from the behemoth's boots and swipes of its arm blades as it reasserted its dominance over them. Reclaiming the role their creator gave it.

Then, within the still depths of shadowy woods, the sound of rustling within the hidden brush caused all abominations to still and turn towards the intrusion. Growls and glimmering blades raised, every abomination turned to face the threat. A hand hurriedly rushed through the broken tree line, holding a medallion bearing two sickles around a monstrous eye pierced by a needle aloft. Every monster in the boundary of the makeshift relaxed upon the medallion's presence, quieted by the presence of their creator's essence as a small nebbish man dressed in dark staid clothing hurried their way. He straightened his long dark hair, making sure his dark brown ponytail was in perfect alignment as he straightened the small glasses on his narrow face.

"It's okay," he soothed with his high pitched voice, approaching the abominations cautiously. "Master sent me to check on- Lords below!"

The man ran towards the behemoth, his favorite of the creations his master had made. Swatting around the smaller things that were drawn to the medallion to let him through as he fawned over the bloated mantis monstrosity.

"Who did this to you?" he asked, angered at the damage done to his pseudo-pet and marveling at the power it took to do this to it. He quickly twisted, eyes wide as he snarled with a "Is anything else hurt?" at the little ones gathered around him. The smaller unnatural things recoiled, gently screeching in fear at the sound of his voice. Causing the slight man to cringe at his outburst, quickly kneeling down to soothe and stroke his smaller charges

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Don't be scared, now! It's okay! Just take me to whatever has been hurting your fellow beasties, alright?"

The assistant watched as the smaller creatures chittered and turned to guide him down the path, but suddenly stopped. Each tremoring in fear as their larger counterpart began to growl. His eyes scanned the darkness, attempting to pierce its veil in the hopes some small knowledge would be revealed.

And there, in the distance along the closest way leading straight to where he and the beasts waited, was a small bead of light. A deep and bloody red, tinged with yellowish aura, slowly making its way along the sylvan abyss. A kindled terror begin to build inside of the man, his mouth running dry as he held his breath while the thing made its way towards them.

As it drew closer, he could see a shape in the light - someone slight in startling blue that walked with a slow procession. He could see more details as she drew nearer. The shocking white of their hair. The streak of black across their form. With every step, he saw the form become more and more clear, until his eyes befell the appearance of a young maiden carrying what appeared to be a blade of the darkest metal.

He was nearly ready to unleash a sigh of relief. But then he noticed something else behind her. Something dark and powerful, its contours outlined in reddish-orange that seemed to be lighting her way. Towering and powerful in ways that he could not quite comprehend as its dark red eyes and hair made of flames and embers seemed to burn with the heat of eternal damnation. Its broad and powerful stony hand holding onto the hilt of the blade within the maiden's arms, almost as if the sword was an extension of the maiden's body as she guided her master their way.

Then, in a brilliant display of power, a corona of fire exploded around them. Wave upon wave of hellfire washing out from their epicenter. Screeches of intense agony filling the air as the errant abominations nearby began to combust and burn, the fire leaving all that was natural untouched in its wake. When he regained his sight, patches of the forest were alight. All the abominations beyond where he stood screaming within the trees and brush, dying in unholy flame as the giant demon stood alone in her full glory. Slowly stalking towards them with purposeful strides. Eyes locked on him and the beasts in his midst as the roiling heat of the infernal depths washed over them all, as if millions of wispy tongues hungrily lapped at his flesh and soul.

She was monstrous. She was terrifying. She was beautiful. And on appearance alone, he knew she had only one thing on her mind - wrathful vindication.

"I see the sin that you hold, Mortal. You will tell me who hath put you on this path that converges with my own."

He heard her voice, loudly and clearly, though no voice was projected. The voice was that of not a queen, but an empress, dark and horrifying and eager for the challenge. Filled with the whispers that held promises of damnation and the theft of hope. It chilled him in ways he could not define, but also teased him in the ways that made the corruption worth the price.

All the same, his temptation meant nothing in the face of onslaught to the one mentoring him in the darker arts.

"Loyal pets! Protect your master at all costs!"

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... and then she will outmuscle him

And then she will outgrew the gym.