Title: Jumping Hotdog's The Loli Assassin from the End of Time Author: Jumping Hotdog Keywords: Mg, Fg, bf, fg, Mdom, gdom, Fdom, bd, ds, nc, inc, mc Summary: Lilith, the last human, comes from the end of time with a mission of murder from the Lord of Monsters. She is tasked to strike at the ancient enemy of her master, but the world of the past is full of tantalizing distractions, most often of the sexual kind. Copyright Jumping Hotdog Email comments to JumpingHotdog@Safe-mail.net These stories are fantasy. If it is illegal for you to read them, please do not do so. For those who can read legally, please enjoy your stay Web version here: /~JumpingHotdog/TheLoliAssassinFromTheEndOfTime.html ~#~ The Pharaoh of Red and Black ruled a court of monsters at the end of time. From his throne atop the Citadel Terminus he looked at his people. He was a gunmetal giant, featureless in all but outline. His sole piece of ornamentation was a golden mask that showed all faces and none - the Imagines Maiorum. Above that, like the ruby center piece of a crown, hung the dying embers of the last charnel star. Its failing rays were the sole source of light remaining in the sky. The court of monsters were terrors and nightmares. From within the deep darkness tentacles writhed, blood red eyes blinked, unseen bulks shifted, chittering voices jabbered and deeper voices moaned. "Lilith," he spoke. If such a thing as planets still existed, that single word would have rent continents and boiled oceans. "Come forth Lilith." He laid his fell gaze upon his court. The court broke apart to reveal a young human girl. She hung in the air, held aloft by oily black tentacles. The tentacles wound around her limbs and torso, their non-color in sharp contrast to the earthy tones of her nutmeg skin. They penetrated her weak human body. Pulsating heads entered her mouth, ass and cunt. Unseen muscles twitched and twisted within the invaders. The girl moaned in eternal pleasure. At the Pharaoh of Red and Black's command, the tentacles pulled free of her body with a slurping sound. Her orifices gaped at their lack. She fell to the ground gasping, body twitching as her endless orgasm finally abated. After a few moments she crawled forward towards the Pharaoh. Her body was weak from abuse and pleasure. Luminous green slime dribbled from her pussy and ass. It ran down her legs and she left a glowing trail in her wake. In the appropriate place before the Pharaoh she stopped and kowtowed. Her breath came hard, gasping, but her pains were secondary. She pressed her head hard to the ground and elevated the curve of her boney naked ass into the air. In that position she froze. She dare not move until the Pharaoh gave her leave. "How old are you Lilith," spoke the Pharaoh. Lilith didn't look up. Forehead still plastered to the ground, ass in the air, she said. "I am ten years old, sire." "And how long have you been ten years old?" "Fifty million years." Only fifty million. It was young by the standards of the court of monsters. This was the entropic epoch at the far end of time. Few things yet existed and those that did were ancient indeed. "I have many enemies, Lilith. They lurk in the forbidden corners of the universe, in the hidden places and in the infinite reaches of the darkest void, but my most dangerous foes hide themselves not in space but in the depths of time. I speak of the Cancer." Whispers rushed through the court, a million voices in a million languages. The court knew of the Cancer. All knew of the poison star. "I would strike at them, Lilith. I would have you be my spear." Lilith's heart beat faster. "Me, sire?" she asked. "Surely there are others stronger, better suited. The Horror Fiend of the Black Night, the Reverence Collective or even the Formless Yig." The Pharaoh of Red and Black was silent. His non-words crushed down on Lilith's back. At last he spoke. "The Cancer is a potent foe." The ground of the Citadel Terminus shook and twisted. It had been millennia since the Pharaoh of Red and Black had spoken at such length. "It is well protected by its machinations. To strike at them even from here, in my place of power at the ed of time, is near impossible. But you are the loop hole in that impossibility." "Me?" said Lilith. The word was barely spoken, more a shaped breath. "You are the last girl-child and last human in existence," he spoke and if it hadn't already been true, such words spoken in such a way would have made it so. "You alone understand our foe and can bypass their many protections. I will send you back. Destroy the Cancer. In that last I give you this." He raised one great hand and tiny motes of violet light danced upon it. Lilith drank in the weapon with eager eyes. It would be deadly indeed. The Pharaoh of Red and Black closed his hand and the weapon winked out of existence. For a long moment, silence reigned. Then he turned his terrible power against a universe almost too depleted to hear him, but here him yet it did. The Citadel Terminus groaned as cosmic forces warped its structure. In the far distance, the last star darkened, like cooling charcoal. A chill leached the heat from the air. The little hairs on Lilith's body stood on end as her bones grew cold. A gaping maw ripped open with a titanic crash. It hung between Lilith and the Pharaoh, a vortex through space and time. The court of monsters shied back, fearful of the power, fearful of the danger. Lilith didn't retreat. She stood up and stood tall. Her thin, preteen body didn't shake as she walked towards the vortex. The metal floor chilled the soles of her bare feet. The weak cosmic rays of an almost ended universe played across her body. "Go," spoke the Pharaoh. Lilith went. ~#~ The terrible tides of time slashed at Lilith's body as she hurtled into the past. A tunnel shot to infinity before her. Light blasted at her, too much, too bright. It tore away her eyes in moments. Fell was the rage of time. The tides cut at her body and ripped away her flesh. They tore and tore, until she had no physical structure remaining. Bodiless she continued on, supported by her indomitable will and the command of the Pharaoh of Red and Black. In her mind's eye, the only sense remaining to her, she could feel her target approaching. She'd traveled a million, million years and wouldn't fail now. She extended her will and probed for targets. One called out to her. The mind of the girl shone like white stars of legend, so full of life and so innocent. It would be the perfect host to begin her campaign against the Cancer. As the time vortex neared its end, Lilith forced it to target a specific unit of space-time. She held her target in the very center of her bulls-eye and- She took a gasping breath, once more wearing flesh. And not just flesh, young flesh, real flesh. In her old body, she'd been ten years old for fifty million years. Time wore everything down and at the end of time, even the atoms were old. This was like being a new born again. Strange hormones rushed through her veins. The world shone. Incredibly vibrant pinks pasted her walls. Strange scents almost blanked her mind with awe. The mind of her host screamed in terror but Lilith crushed it back. That feeble will scrabbled and fought. Its fingers tore at the outermost edges of Lilith's will, but it was for naught. Lilith called up a basic thought form and locked it away. It could watch and feel but nothing more. Lilith took stock of her surroundings. She was alone, in a small room, lying on something smooth, soft and pink. An ancient memory bubbled up from the depths of her mind. This was a bed - you used it for sleeping - which made this a bedroom. She flipped to her feet and padded to a nearby mirror. The easy energy of youth made every step a joy. The mirror showed her body. Well, not her body, but the body she was currently inhabiting. She wore the flesh like a disguise or costume, but it was more than that. It was like a deadly warship of a bygone epoch, a weapon empowered and aimed by her will. Its skin was pale, very pale, almost like transparent milk. Milk! The thought stirred long buried memories of tastes, smells and textures. It had been millions of years since such a treat existed. Her mouth watered and her tiny pink tongue shot and licked her thin lips. No, focus. She had a mission. Her eyes were larger, watery and blue. Her hair was platinum blonde and so long it tickled her ass. She was rail thin, body and limbs both. No tits. She turned and bent forward slightly. No ass either. She shimmied out of her loose cloth pajamas and ran a hand over her tight, immature cunt. A virgin too. Well, this was a more prudish time. She closed her eyes and turned her gaze inwards. Almost no muscle, very little fat and something wrong with the heart. It was malformed and damaged. Not too bad; she'd just need to keep an eye on it. A gentle knock came from the door. "Dear, are you awake?" Lilith turned just as the door opened. A man stood there, tall, broad shouldered and with stubble on his chin. Lilith had eyes for none of that. Her eyes locked on his crotch and the bulge in his blue-jeans. Cock. Cock. Cock. Her knees shook at the very thought, her clit buzzed and her tiny nipples tried to poke holes through her t-shirt. It had been so very, very long. In fact, she knew the time exactly. It had been thirty-nine million, nine hundred ninety-nine thousand, nine hundred and ninety years since she'd seen a human cock. Held a human cock. Sucked a human cock. Had her preteen cunt ripped open and fucked by a human cock. She groaned. The tastes, the smells, the indescribable texture that no tentacle could ever come close to matching. All of it swum through her mind. "Avery," he said in a firm but loving voice. "You know the doctor said you should stay in bed. Your condition. I know its Halloween but you must concentrate on getting better." Lilith ignored his words but stalked towards him. She was a lioness and he her prey. "Avery?" He was confused now and worried. Lilith cocked her head. Her hair tickled her tiny flat ass as it moved. It was strange to hear recognizable human emotions in the voices of others, but the interpretation of such things came back to her quickly. Lilith met his eyes and called up a thought form. The multifaceted hyper -shape spun in her mind and the universe crinkled around her. That was enough for her to reach out and fuzz his mind. His expression clouded and he stood gormless in place. Lilith reached him and pressed her spread hands to his muscled chest. His flesh was hot, even through his clothes. In the court of monsters at the end of time, heat was a fading thing and a prize beyond gold. She pushed with all her preteen strength and he tottered back, swayed and fell. With a thud he landed on his back. Her mission could wait. The burning need inside her required feeding first. She dropped to her knees at his side and began fiddling with his jeans. The buttons took a few seconds to figure out. It had been long years since she'd had to deal with such things. But at last the metallic disc popped open. The jeans pulled apart and she slid his cock out through a hole in the front of his boxers. It sat soft and pink in her tiny hands but perfect despite that. She leaned down and ran her small, darting tongue over the head. The rush of flavors just about made her orgasm right then and there. A shudder ran through her body and her cunt juiced up like nobody's business. More. She needed more. Lilith slipped the cock into her hot tiny mouth and sucked for all she was worth. Even with his mind fuzzed, he knew something was happening. "Avery, please," he moaned as she gobbled down his cock. "I'm your father. This is wrong." Wrong, it might have been, but his cock still hardened in her mouth. Lilith swirled with her tongue as she sucked, really giving it her all. She wanted, needed, his cum. Something burned inside her for it, begging, pleading, demanding. That this was her 'father' made it all the sweeter. Her last incestuous cock was even further gone than her last human cock. Steeling herself, she rammed the cock deep into her immature throat. Her gag reflex went crazy and tears rolled down her eyes, but, well, fuck this body and fuck its pain. This was about her and no one else. She kept going until her nose ran up against his wiry pubic hair. It tickled. She drew back and let the head pop from her mouth. Gooey spittle rolled down her chin but she smiled wider than she had in twenty million years. How she missed this. The taste, the fullness, the pain. She deepthroated the cock again and again. The cock raped her throat, so powerful, so primal. As she did, she rubbed the veiny shaft and her father's balls with her tiny hands. She kept going until she sensed the tension there start to build. At the last moment she plopped the cock from her mouth and jacked it with her hands. It erupted, gooy white cum shooting towards her face. The first blast hit her right in the eye, which stung like you wouldn't believe, but after that she got it aimed properly. She opened her mouth wide, so her small white teeth glimmered, and let blast after blast land on her tongue. From the very first taste she was cumming. Her frail, stolen body shook and shook as waves of pleasure boiled up from Lilith's withered core. The orgasm battered her, the best she could remember. Better than her brutal six year long rape at the 'hands' (or rather tentacles) of the Beyond Horror. Better than her final release after a century of forced edging by the last Baryon Lord back when she had been ten years old for barely a million years. Better even than the narco-sperm of the Formless Yig, which that monster had pumped into all three of her holes by the gallon. Her clit grew so hard it hurt, cunt juice rolled down her legs and a flush ran over her body, turning her almost bright red. This was real human sperm and that was the best thing in the universe. When both she and her 'father' finally stopped cumming, he started getting all emo, mental fuzzing or no. "No, no, no," he moaned while shaking his head. "What have I done?" To make things even more complicated, someone screamed. A woman stood in the doorway, eyes wide with horror, terror and shock. She had the same platinum blonde hair as Lilith's host and a tall, willowy build. "Jeremy!" she shrieked. "What have you done! You, you monster. Avery, our daughter, how could you?" "Olivia," he gasped. "I- I-" And then to top everything off, 'Avery', or whatever the slut had been called, chose that moment to throw a tantrum. She wailed and smashed at the mental walls keeping her locked away. It was a desperate fight to regain control and escape the horrors of incest. Hopeless of course. On one hand you had Lilith. The last human in existence, with a will forged over millions of years and an arsenal of thought form weapons fit to tear down stellar empires. On the other you had some dying fop of a girl from the stupid end of time. Still gave Lilith one hell of a headache, though. In fact, no, she wasn't going to stand for this. Oh, no, not stand for it at all. Lilith called up another hyper-shape, one more complicated than before. Its thousand axises coiled and uncoiled in her mind. In sympathy, the universe twisted around her, breaking, tearing, changing. She reached through the cracks in ordered space-time and distorted her 'parents'. She upped their rage, aggression and libidos. She warped their sexualities and focused it all on a single target: her. She could have done more, but powerful thought forms risked detection, and it would be simply terrible if the Cancer spoiled her fun. In a split second, their eyes shifted as fuzzed incomprehension and anger turned into predatory lust. Olivia the mother smiled and it wasn't a nice smile at all. "If you want to be in control so badly, I'll let you play," said Lilith and released the walls that held Avery apart from her body. This was going to be so fun. A girl never forgets her first rape. The memory stays with her forever, always good for a quick tear-fueled cum in the dead of night. ~#~ The first thing Avery did when she regained control over her body was start to cry. Her throat burnt, her eyes stung, a horrible taste hung in her mouth and she'd done terrible, terrible things to her daddy. Sobs wracked her tiny form, and she brought her arms up, hugging herself tight. That didn't last for long. Her mother scowled down at her, her face more terrible than Avery had ever seen before, even when she was very, very bad. Olivia squatted down and there was no love in her hard, gray eyes. "Do you know how sick we are of taking care of you?" said Olivia and squeezed Avery's cheeks between her fingers. "Do you? You're so needy. We have no life! It's always you, you, you. Miss an injection and you're dead. Let you get too much exercise and you're dead. Let some pedo play with your rape-bait body like you deserve and you're dead. Dead, dead, dead. Well, I've had enough of it." She grabbed Avery by a frail wrist and dragged her up right. "Mummy, please," shrieked Avery but it was no good. Olivia dragged Avery to her pink bed, sat down and pulled Avery over her knee. "I should have done this a long time ago. This is for dressing like a slut." Her hand hammered down on Avery's naked upturned ass, and the resultant blow was like nothing Avery had ever felt. Fire shot across her poor abused rump and a heavy sickness built in her throat. She felt like she was going to throw up. "And this is for seducing your father." Olivia struck again. Pain flashed across Avery's body in a wave. Everything hurt, from her teeth to her toes, but her ass out shone it all. It felt like it was on fire. She tried to struggle free and flailed with her arms, but her mother was having none of it. Olivia grabbed Avery's frail wrists and held them in place in the small of her back. Next Olivia gathered up the great waterfall of platinum blonde hair that fell down Avery's back and wound it around her wrists in a tight knot. When she finished, Avery's arms were trapped and her head pulled back, her throat bare and straining. "Please," she begged. "Please, no, stop. I'll be good." Olivia ignored her. "And these are for being such a terrible daughter." Again and again Olivia struck. She laid down blistering spank after blistering spank. Avery screamed, tears streaked her cheeks and despite everything she tried, she could not escape. Each jerking movement sent sharp stabs of agony through her scalp and pulled back shoulders. All put together, it was the worst thing she had ever felt, worse than the doctors, worse even than when the terrible force made her do awful things to her daddy. The blows just kept coming and then her daddy was there. He crouched in front of her. "Ahh, poor baby, does it hurt?" He stroked her pulled back hair. Through the pain and tears Avery managed a tiny jerking nod. "Well, you shouldn't have been such a slut." He slapped her across the face with his heavy, blood filled penis and tried to jam it into Avery's mouth, but she slammed her teeth shut. Jeremy was having none of it. He squeezed his daughter's cute, slightly upturned nose closed and looked deep into her eyes. Said eyes went wide with panic, blows rained down on her ass and her lungs must be gasping for air. Finally it all became too much and she opened her mouth in a combined scream and gasp. Jeremy thrust his penis deep inside. Her mouth was so warm, tight and small. Occasionally his wife would suck him off but it was nothing like this. Avery's throat spasmed around his cock as it desperately tried to keep him out. That only made it better. He took hold of her hair in a double grip and started fucking her face. As he did, he leaned forward and met his wife in a passionate kiss. It was perfect. Their tongues dueled as she beat their daughter's ass black and blue and he fucked her mouth as she deserved. They should have raped the prostitot years ago. They broke apart, both wearing manic smiles. "I think her ass is about done," said Olivia. "Let's flip her." Jeremy smiled as he read the evil in his wife's gaze. Shock ran through poor abused Avery as her entire world spun. Her father's strong hands gripped and twisted her. The new position crushed her trapped wrists into the small of her back but at least her blazing ass was free. All the while his penis never left her throat. On every thrust his balls battered her face. It was the most she could do to steal a breath when he pulled back. Avery looked up at her mother through tear-stained eyes. Was her punishment finally over? Had her mother forgiven her for being a slut and could she go back to being a good girl? The sadistic glee in the older woman's eyes told her otherwise and she started to sob anew. "Let's strip the slut," said Olivia. She looked down at her bound and choking daughter. The slut had taken her pajama bottoms off, no doubt to shove something large and hard up her disgusting kiddy-cunt, but she still wore her sleeping t-shirt. Jeremy groaned and nodded as his daughter's throat milked his cock. Of course, there was a problem. With her arms bound and her throat filled with hot man-meat, getting the t-shirt off would be hard. He solved that problem by reaching down and ripping it apart. The thin cotton tore to shreds, leaving Avery's preteen chest bare. Her nipples were hard and red but they sat on a completely flat chest. "Flat as a board," said Olivia. "Just as useless here as everywhere else. When I was her age, I had some fine titties." She ran her hands over her large womanly breasts. "A real tit-less wonder," said Jeremy and squeezed his eyes shut as he ground his crotch into her face. "Should be punished until she grows some proper tits." "Yes!" hissed Olivia and scraped her sharp, manicured nails down Avery's chest. They left ten parallel red lines in their wake, not quite bleeding but they still burned like fire. Avery sobbed and hiccuped around the cock in her throat. "Poor baby," crooned Olivia in a false motherly voice. "Do your little titties hurt? Yes, hum? Well, you should have thought of that before you chose to join the Itty Bitty Titty Committee." Like a viper striking prey, she slapped Avery's non-existent left tit and then her right. Red hand prints grew on her milky chest and Avery felt like she might die. The pain in her chest leached all the life from her body, stealing even her breath. It was worse than the spanking. Only a few moments ago she didn't think such a thing was possible but it really was. "Fancy a shot at this?" said Olivia. She twisted about and forced Avery's immature cunt open with her fingers. "Sure," said Jeremy as he yanked his cock free. A wave of drool ran down Avery's upside down face. "Was getting tired of her throat. Barely even struggling anymore." He shuffled around to between his daughter's legs and looked at her pussy. It was small and tight, a real coin-edge cunt. The only reason he could see pink at all was because of his wife's fingers, which forced the lips open. Her blood red nail polish stood in stark contrast to Avery's intimate flesh. "Think she's a virgin?" he asked as he pressed the fat head of his penis up to the starting line. The slut was leaking cunt juice like a drugged up whore. "How about it, dear," said Olivia and stroked Avery's cheek with the back of her hand. "You a virgin? You ever let a boy shove his hot, hard cock up your useless excuse for a cunt?" "Please," moaned Avery. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I won't do it again." "Sorry for what, dear?" "I- I-" "Sorry for being sick?" "I'm sorry for being sick!" "Sorry for being a slut?" "I'm sorry for being a slut!" "Sorry for being a rapeable cunt?" "I'm- I'm-" Avery squeezed her eyes shut and shouted the words. "I'm sorry for being a rapeable cunt." After that she just broke down, a cascade of semi-audible words. "Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry." "Not good enough." Olivia turned to her husband. "Fuck the bitch." Jeremy thrust his hips forward and tore through Olivia's cherry. She screamed and blood mixed with cunt slime to ease his passage. "What do you know," he laughed. "Bitch was a virgin." He started thrusting in and out with such violence Avery's body almost flew off her mother's lap. To poor Avery, the assault was beyond hell. The engorged flesh rod tore apart her fragile young body. There was no pleasure, only rape pain. This wasn't how love was meant to be. This wasn't her magical first time. Then she gasped as a jolt of joy stabbed into her body. "That's right," whispered Olivia as she twirled a cunt slime coated finger around Robin's tiny clit. "Enjoy your rape. Enjoy your daddy pushing his long, hard cock all the way up your tiny little body. He's going to cum so deep inside you. Just pump it in. And then I'm going to suck it all out. God, you'll be virgin sweet." Pain pleasure. Pain pleasure. Avery thought she would go insane. Her mother's finger wove a sickly spell of delight through her body. At the same time, her dad's penis made her want to die just to escape the pain. She tried to just block everything out, counter-balance the two forces and go dead to the world. Of course her mother would have none of that. Whenever she sensed Avery wasn't giving sufficient attention to her rape, she'd pinch Avery's clit. She didn't even do it particularly hard, but even slight pressure on the engorged nub sent sickly daggers straight into Avery's soul. "Shu, shu, shu," said Olivia after one such assault. "Almost over now. See, look at your father." She dragged Avery's head up, which yanked on her hair and made her trapped shoulders blaze. The knots tied with her own hair had grown only tighter with time. "Look at him. See his face. See how he tenses. He's going to sperm you good soon." Olivia let Avery's head snap back and drew her hand dancing down Avery's body to her stomach, above her womb. She rubbed the milk-white skin almost gently. "I wonder if you can get pregnant, yet? Doesn't really matter. We can always keep trying." And then her father was cumming as promised. He slammed balls deep into her trembling preteen body and shot long wads of boiling hot cum deep into her clutching, sucking cunt. At the same time, Olivia leaned down and gave Avery's clit a long lick with her tongue. That sent Avery over the edge. Her body twitched like a dying fish as waves of pleasure battered through her. The pain of her rape was terrible but the pleasure of her orgasm equaled it in intensity. As the worst moment of her life to date played out, she came and came and came. And then something broke inside her chest. It felt like an immense weight bore down on her broken ill heart. She couldn't breathe. Her vision darkened. She was dying. They'd raped her to death. Killed her! "And I think that's enough of that," said Lilith as she retook control of the body. Swift psychic surgery set her heart beating correctly again. How did the residence of the stupid end of time survive without the ability to properly control their bodies? Avery could only sob in her cage. "If you want to come out and play again," continued Lilith, "I'm sure your parents would love to fuck your ass next. Or perhaps we can find you something else. A dog perhaps. Human cock is probably too good for you. And I've always wanted to fuck one. My mother spoke of dog-cock, but they were all long gone by the time I was born." ~#~ Lilith had felt and enjoyed Avery's pain and suffering. It had been a truly great rape. Her ass blazed, her tits burned, her cunt ached and her throat was rubbed raw. That was all good, butt her arms were tied behind her back and Avery's parents were still looking at her with lust filled eyes. Part of her wanted to let the mind-fucked parents go another round, but her thirst for cock had been sated for now and she had a mission to complete. She called up the same thought form as before and undid her changes to Jeremy and Olivia. They blinked and horror flooded their expressions. Hum, perhaps that wouldn't be much better. She changed horror to loyalty and obedience. They looked upon her with adoration and love. Much better. "Untie my hands," she commanded with a rasping, raped-out voice. Olivia and Jeremy were almost too keen as they jumped to obey. They soon had her hands free from the knot of hair and she rotated her wrists as she worked feeling back into her fingers. "Good," she said as she stretched and stood. There really was nothing like a hard rape to scratch a sexual itch, but she did wish the stupid end of time had some better medical care. With that, she could have wiped away the worst of the pain. As it was, she hobbled a bit as she made for the door. Cum and blood dribbled from her well fucked cunt and down her legs. Her two new slaves fell into step beside her. "You don't live in a cave, do you?" she asked as she looked around. If it was a cave, it was a well decorated one. "No, Mistress," said Olivia. "We live in a house." "Well then, good." Next item: her mission. "Do you know what the Cancer is? The Poison Star?" They looked confused. "It should be near here, somewhere. The Pharaoh of Red and Black sent me back to destroy it. I can almost feel it; a shadow is upon us." "Mistress," said Jeremy slowly. "What is the Cancer? Is it a disease?" "The Cancer is," said Lilith. How to explain this to someone from the stupid end of time. "It is a meta-entity and a festering wound on the structure of space-time. It takes many forms in many ages, but all are toxic. It has agents who work with it, either knowingly or unknowingly, but they are only part of the Cancer. It is the combination of people, places, ideas and power, stretching from the very start to the very end of time. It is an enemy of my king and its very presence diminishes his power. "If I can find its center in the here-and-now, I can use a weapon that will destroy or at least weaken it across all of time" A buzzing sound rang through the house, and Lilith jumped. The talk of the Cancer had her on edge. Her human nature should have let her bypass its protections but who knew what other guards and watchers it had. "Tell me what that was," she demanded. "The door, Mistress," said Jeremy. "It is Halloween," said Olivia. "Trick-or-treaters come round the houses and ask for candy. They wear costumes - monsters and animals and TV characters." "Very well," said Lilith. "Let's see these 'trick-or-treaters'. Maybe they know of the Cancer." Lilith stayed back in the hall with Jeremy while Olivia opened the door. "Trick or treat," the two children cried and held up half full sacks. Their faces beamed. They were a boy and a girl. The boy was the younger of the two, perhaps ten years old. He wore a puppy costume, complete with fake, floppy ears and furry boots and gloves. His hair was sandy brown, which went well with his round smiling face. The girl was older, maybe thirteen though she was at that stage of puberty that made age hard to judge. Coltish. She wore a flowing ornate dress and a tiara. Under one arm was tucked a jewel encrusted scepter. Her hair was chestnut and fell in ringlets to her shoulders. "Ooh, look at you two," said Olivia with an exaggerated gasp. "Why don't you tell me about your costumes." "I'm a dog!" said the boy through a gap toothed smile. "Woof." "And a very fine dog you are." Olivia dropped a chocolate bar into his candy-sack. "And I'm a princess," said the girl. She performed an almost passable curtsy. "It is a pleasure to meet you." "Greetings, Your Majesty," said Olivia with a bow of her head. "And it is a pleasure to meet you too." She dropped a candy bar in her bag. They moved to go, but Lilith wasn't done with them yet. "Do you know the Cancer?" she asked as she idley played with Jeremy's turgid penis. Both newcomers looked up and gasped, which really wasn't that strange. There was Lilith, naked as the day she was born, casually giving a handjob to a grown man. The princess brought up a hand to cover her mouth. The boy raised an accusatory finger. "You're naked," he said. Lilith rolled her eyes and muttered, "Only the stupid end of time would worry about clothes when the Cancer is near." Louder, she added, "The Cancer, do you know it?" "Our granny died of cancer," whispered the girl, her eyes averted from the perverted show. The dog-boy was still on the old conversational track. "You're naked," he said again. "You're not meant to be naked." "This is Halloween," said Lilith. "I am given to understand costumes are traditional." "Uh-uh," he said. "Naked isn't a costume. My mummy said so." "Of course naked is a costume. I'm a rape-slut, and you can hardly be a rape-slut and wear clothes." She ran her thumb over the fat, purple head of Jeremy's cock. It glistened with precum. The girl gasped and started to tug the boy away from the house, but Lilith wasn't done with them. "Bring them inside," she snapped. "They may have valuable intelligence." The girl screamed and ran for freedom. Olivia dived after and grabbed her by a handful of dress. The dress ripped and the girl made it just out the door before Olivia got a good grip on her arm. Olivia threw the girl back through the door, shoved the boy after her and slammed it shut. She stood there panting while the girl quailed and the boy looked confused. Lilith walked forward, her naked body sweat covered and beaten red. As she did, she spun up an interrogation thought form. "Let's discuss the Cancer." ~#~ As it turned out, neither child knew anything directly, but evidence of the Cancer's subtle manipulations existed in their minds and recently too. Sometime during their night of trick-or-treating, they had come close to the Cancer. Lilith now knew for sure she was on the right track. The dog-boy and the princess-girl lay prone on the ground at Lilith's feet, still dazed from their interrogation. Lilith looked down at their costumes and a thought occurred to her. "Are there many children like these wearing costumes?" she asked. "Yes, Mistress," said Jeremy, nodding his head. "Many," said Olivia. "Most of the town children will be out on the streets tonight." "Perfect," said Lilith and raised her hands into the air. "I have a plan which will make the best possible use of this unexpected resource." She called up a deceptively simple thought form, let the hyper-shape bloom in her mind and watched the world change. To Olivia and Jeremy, the change was unexplainable. They saw the whole house darken, as if under a shadow, and saw the two trick-or-treaters shimmer as a heat haze ran over them. They looked upon their Mistress with love and awe. To the trick-or-treaters, it was more intimate. They felt a tingling wash, which ran over their bodies. The boy felt his fuzzy fake ears prick up, felt his tail wag and watched as the world lost color, becoming gray. His thoughts grew dull, becoming simpler, more primal. He growled as his hackles rose. He was in a strange place with strange people. That was bad. The girl's changes were different. The plastic of her tiara shimmered as it took on the character of gold. The gems made a similar transformation as the plastic glamored into precious stones. Her dress grew even more impressive than it already was, full of lace, petticoats and ruffles. She shifted, unable to lie comfortably. Somewhere under all her cushioning clothes, a loose Skittle dug into her back. To Lilith, this was almost more an exercise in restraint than power. It was a major working, powerful in the way of few things. If she didn't keep it perfectly focused on her targets, the Cancer would surely detect her. The hyper-shape danced in her mind, the universe warped and the World of Forms was brought into the world. The power of the Higher World rolled into the trick-or-treaters and they shifted towards the Platonic Ideals of their costumes. The boy became more dog-like, body and mind. More accurately, he became The Dog, the standard by which the very concept of Dog is understood. He was still recognizably human but his fake ears were no longer quite so fake and his fake fur ruffled as if alive. The girl likewise was becoming a true princess. Her features sharpened to aristocratic perfection and when her eyes opened, they flashed piercing blue, full of promised imperium. Both children began to move. The Princess came gracefully to her feet while the Dog-boy clambered to all fours. He growled as he circled the Princess. He stuck his nose up her pleated skirts and she knocked him away. "Filthy mutt," she snapped in an upper class English accent. Then she turned her attention to Lilith. "What is the meaning of this! I demand proper respect! Why are you not wearing clothes, girl? Where are my attendants?" Lilith ignored the girl and smiled. In fact, she resisted the urge to jump into the air with joy. This new body and its strange, youthful energy took some getting used to. The first stage of her plan had been a complete success. These children and others like them would be her army, an army of monsters empowered by the Higher World of Platonic Ideals to fight the Cancer. Of course, she'd need a way to control the children. Luckily, there was a useful back door. Since she sustained the thought form, she could insert herself into the Platonic meta-narrative. All she required was a proper focus. "I need something large and metallic," she snapped. "Gold is best but any thing will do." Olivia and Jeremy glanced at each other and then dashed into the kitchen. They returned a few seconds later with a roll of tinfoil. Lilith cast an appraising eye over the silver sheet. It would do. In a few quick motion she fashioned a mask from the tinfoil and placed it on her face. At once the power of the Realm of Forms rolled into her. It empowered and defined her. It changed her. It improved her. The mask turned gold and strange half seen faces flickered across its surface - the Imagines Maiorum. Her skin turned to gunmetal. Power and command flowed through her veins as she forced the Platonic meta-narrative to recognize her as lord of all monsters and commander of the army she would soon make. In moments, simple Lilith was gone. In her place stood a miniature Pharaoh of Red and Black, wielding a potent echo of that being's fearsome power. But where as the Pharaoh of Red and Black ruled a court of monsters at the end of time, she would rule her court in the hear-and-now. Pharaoh Lilith turned her fell gaze on the Dog-boy. "Fuck," she spoke in a voice to render continents asunder. He didn't even hesitate. Dog-boy launched himself at the Princess, the command to fuck echoing through his animal brain. Despite being smaller, he bowled her down and at once began tearing at her dress with his fangs. "Stop!" she cried as she tried to struggle upright, "I command you to stop. Beast! Beast!" But it was no good. Any time she tried to rise, Dog- boy would nip at her hand or leg. His teeth were fearsome sharp. After only a few seconds, Dog-boy had the Princess's dress thrown up over her back and her silk panties torn apart. Tattered scraps of silk covered the floor and a few strips even hung from his mouth. Her teenage ass was completely bare. It was still boney and pale white. His penis stuck out from his flux-fur trousers, long and curved and red. The two would go so well together. Pharaoh Lilith felt a small shudder at the sight and her metallic cunt juiced, but the treat wasn't for her. It was the final test of her control. She made a tiny motion with her hand and Dog-boy leaped on the Princess doggy-style. His penis smashed into her chaste cunt, and she screamed as he cruelly took her virginity. Dog-boy battered in and out, shaking his and her body. His tongue lolled out as he panted for air. The Princess didn't scream for long. Within seconds her cries of discomfort became sluttish moans. She fucked back with her hips, driving her cunt into his doggy cock. It seemed princesses were whores in the bedroom, no matter how refined they were elsewhere. Cunt juices ran down her legs, staining her dress. Her eyes where shut and her perfect white teeth bit into her pouting lower lip. "God, yes," she hissed. Her velvet tight cunt hummed as if it was a Stradivarius violin played by a master musician. "Harder, harder. Fuck me, I command it! I command it!" Whether he understood or not, Dog-boy did as bid. He slammed his dog- cock into the Princess's thirteen year old ass. Slam, slam, slam, he went. Her whole body shook at the force. After only moments of the tempestuous assault, she lost her balance and went down, her head and still developing tits smeared against the floor. Her ass stayed in the air and Dog-boy continued to fuck his canine brains out. That was too much for Pharaoh Lilith to bare. She scooted forward and dropped to her ass in front of the Princess. Her spread open legs pulled open her immature cunt, displaying metalic pink flesh and still oozing cum. Her tiny clit buzzed with the need for a hard orgasm. "Lick," she commanded and grabbed the Princess's head by her flowing tresses. The Princess let out a throaty moan as Pharaoh Lilith forced her face into place. Metallic shining thighs trapped her head and the dripping wet cunt smeared juices against her nose. She didn't want to lick, just as she didn't want to fuck a dog or perform any of the other horrifyingly bestial and perverted things forced upon her, but she had no choice. She stuck out her tongue and gave the offered cunt a full lick. A minigasm ran through her body at the taste. "Good slut," said Pharaoh Lilith as she gloried in the tongue lashing. The other girl's tongue sent sparking bolts of joy into her body. She hadn't missed human tongues as much as human cocks, but damn if it didn't feel good all the same. She let out a long moan. "Bet you used to eat out all your friends. Their little lezzy pass around." "No," groaned the Princess, right into Pharaoh Lilith's pussy. "Mmm," moaned Pharaoh Lilith in reply and ground her cunt into the offered face. "You didn't think you'd marry your prince, did you? A whore like you? A dog fucking, cunt eating slut? No, he'd throw you right into the gutter a get someone better. Someone who can wear white." She smiled as a devilish thought came to her and clapped her hands in joy. "In fact, let's make this complete. Dog-boy, fuck her ass." Inside her mental cage, Avery started weeping anew. "Woof!" cried Dog-boy and slipped his glistening red cock out of the Princess's cunt and jabbed it up her ass. The Princess screamed like a stuck pig. It was a hard savage insertion. A more careful lover might have stopped to let her adjust, but Dog-boy just kept on fucking. He drove balls deep into her ass, jerked out and then started right again. At the climax of each battering thrust, the Princess let loose a grunt of pain. However, just like before, pain gave way to pleasure and the Princess was soon moaning like a happy whore. The ideal of the Platonic Princess included a like of buggery apparently. Pharaoh Lilith played with the Princess's silky hair as she took her savage anal fucking. Dog-boy jack hammered in and out of her tiny hole. His body was draped over her back, doggy style, and his mouth hung open in a happy gape. Pharaoh Lilith dragged the Princess's head up and looked into her eyes. They were red with tears but the flush on her cheeks and her quickening breath told a tale of an on-coming rape-cum. "Come forth Jeremy," barked Lilith and he scampered over. She pushed the Princess back to licking and sucked the cock into her mouth. It tasted tart with Avery's fuck juices and that made it an even better treat. A cock in her mouth and a tongue up her cunt, Pharaoh Lilith was just about in Heaven. Of course, not even the Realm of Forms could create Heaven on Earth for very long. Pharaoh Lilith came first, a long, hard toe curler. She ground her twitching cunt onto the Princess's face and smeared cunt juices from chin to forehead. Her tiny nips popped like nobody's business and she squeezed them tight. The sharp pain drove the cum to even greater heights. Once she stopped jerking, she shoved the Princess from between her legs, spat out Jeremy's cock and took it in both hands. She started pumping it, her tiny, soft fingers working his pleasure. It wouldn't be long. She could already feel him tense. "Here he cums," said Pharaoh Lilith as she lined the cock up with her target. "No!" moaned the Princess. The terrifying eye of the cock loomed large before her. It was too late. Jeremy exploded. Sizzling globules of cum plastered down upon the Princess. At the same moment, she came. Her body shook and shook, battered by utterly unprincesslike pleasure. Not that the cock cared. Or the Princess for that matter. Within moments she was a real painted whore. Cum sealed one eye shut and droplets hung from the long, smoky eyelashes of the other. Large drops rolled down her nose and gave her lips that real whore-sheen that only fresh cum can provide. The look of cum dazed and glazed lèse-majesté was priceless. And of course Dog-boy was still to go. A bumfuck from a thirteen year old is almost enough to get anyone off quick, man or beast, but Dog-boy required one more thing. "Cum," said Pharaoh Lilith. He orgasmed a moment later. He slammed balls deep into her ass one final time and let loose a doggy-howl. Hot cum filled the Princess's ass past the brim. The overflow dribbled down her thighs and splashed on the floor. Hot sweaty silence settled on the house, the only noise rapid panting. "That was fun," said Pharaoh Lilith as she levered herself upright. Her legs shook just a little. Dog-boy woofed and wagged his tail. The Princess started sobbing quietly, in pain, pleasure and humiliation. She reached back and touched her abused cunt. The lips where red and puffy and her poor, assaulted asshole felt even worse. Her fingers came a way with a mixture of foaming cunt slime and just a hint of blood. Pharaoh Lilith rolled her eyes and took the Princess by the scruff of the neck. "A good whore cleans up after herself," she said and rubbed the Princess's face in the nearest pool of steaming fuck juice. Dog-boy was back on all fours and sniffing around her ass. Pharaoh Lilith didn't really care. What they got up to was their business. While the gently sobbing Princess licked up the diverse sexual liquids smeared on the floor, Pharaoh Lilith returned to her plan. First thing, she let her connection to the Platonic Realm fade a fraction. Her skin lost some of its metallic gunmetal sheen and the faces which flashed across the Imagines Maiorum mask settled into something of a combination of her own and that of the host body she wore. "Well," said Lilith, sounding more human. No more was her voice fit to rend continents. "I think I shall call that a successful test. Now is the time for the full thing." ~#~ With all the majesty of a lord of creation, Lilith and her small court of monsters left the house. They all wore costumes and so more or less fit in. Lilith, of course, was a naked gunmetal pharaoh of great power. The Princess was, well, a princess and Dog-boy was the Platonic dog. Dog-boy bounded along, all boundless happy energy, and the Princess did her best impression of an effortless glide. A pained look on her aristocratic face put lie to the effortless part. A little discomfort in the ass, mishaps? Lilith left the Princess to her pain and looked up at a sky painted with wondrous stars. They were nearly countless, without number and limit, but she knew time cared not for such things. Time would wear them down, one by one, red giant by brown dwarf. At the end there would only be one star, a charnel star, a dying star, and in its orbit the Pharaoh of Red and Black would rule a court of monsters. Even that great court might falter if she failed in her mission. The town was dark but full. Packs of costumed children traveled from door to door, shepherded by board looking adults. Lilith built her army slowly and carefully. She wielded the Platonic realm like a scalpel. Even now she moved in earnest, she must be careful. Every second the Cancer delayed their counter-attack was a second for her to grow stronger. From scattered groups and wayward souls, she gathered her army. They soldiers and astronauts. They were superheros, supervillains, and beings of power. They were monsters from myth - vampires, werewolves, mummies, aardvarks and stranger things. They were things she didn't recognize but that didn't matter. The Higher World of Platonic Ideals granted them skills and powers beyond their mortal child bodies. Her place in the Platonic meta-narrative made her their queen. As her forces grew, she took on larger groups. Her minions blocked all paths to escape and she called the Platonic Realm down upon them. They changed. Their costumes shifted from homemade scraps to things of artistry and reality. Vitality filled them. Dark power hung in the night. She led her assembled court to the center of town. It was a garden park, filled with green plants, barren brown flowerbeds and gray statues. Lilith clambered up onto the center-most statue's plinth and assessed her court. Two hundred miniature monsters looked up at her. More were princesses than she really needed but for some reason most were able to create and control ice, which was something. The few adults nearby wandered dumb and aimless, their minds fuzzed to incomprehension. The vampires had proved particularly able at the task. "There is a Cancer in this town," she said and an echo of the Pharaoh of Red and Black's world-breaking tone ran through her words. "Its power has touched you, all of you, but you are more now. I have made you more. Find me the Cancer. Find where it is and come to me." A werewolf of perhaps twelve with great hairy muttonchops threw his head back and howled at the moon. Dog-boy joined in and then others, dozens of voices lending their own battle cries. Others stamped their feet with enough force to rumble the ground. Still more clapped and cheered. "Go!" she cried and threw up her arms. Her gunmetal body glowed in the light of stars and moon. The court split into dozens of dashing groups, headed in every direction. Vampires disappeared in puffs of smoke, superheroes flew into the sky or leaped to rooftops, a group of blonde princesses worked together to raise a giant snow monster which carried them off, a little green man (well boy) tried to call up a ride on his space phone and a group of sleek sexy cats slinked away into the shadows. Of course, not everyone was quite that eager or able. The Princess and Dog-boy stayed by her side as her lieutenants, of course, and the dozen or so zombies were almost painfully slow as they shuffled away, muttering about brains. Still, they were edge-cases. There were only two real exceptions. The first was a princess, though of a very different character than the Princess. She was slightly shorter, had a rounder face and her long blonde hair was bound in a single ornate braid. She wore a dress of ice colors, aqua-blues, frost whites and sketched silver. She could have been fifteen, though perhaps that was an over estimation. She also moaned like a whore in heat as the vampire girl bit into her neck. A miniature vampire girl of perhaps eight years old hovered in the air, the better to position her fangs. She was short even for her age and stocky, a bit dykey even. She had short black hair that fell evenly around her head but under that hair, her eyes burned red. Lilith turned her gaze upon the girl. "What are you doing?" she asked. "Feeding mistress," she crooned. She looked up. Blood dripped from tiny milk-fangs and splattered against the pale neck of the princess. There it froze and spiraling crimson hoarfrost patterns spilled out from the impact points. She raised her hands around the princess and groped her breasts, pale fingers sinking into the voluminous swells. The princess moaned anew. "I must be strong to be of use to you." Something didn't feel right. It tugged at Lilith and she narrowed her eyes behind her golden mask. "What is your name," she asked. The vampire girl looked up and sneered. "Dracula, King of Monsters!" She sprung for Lilith. A challenge to the Platonic meta-narrative! Lilith threw up her arms in defense and at the same time deepened her connection to the World of Forms, but Dracula turned to smoke half way through her leap. Pharaoh Lilith whirled, trying to find her, but was too late. Dracula coalesced behind Pharaoh Lilith and bit down with her tiny fangs. They raised a line of sparks on Pharaoh Lilith's gunmetal skin. And then it was Pharaoh Lilith's time to move. She span and knocked Dracula flying with more than human strength. Dracula slammed into the shadowed grass, bounced, rolled and tried to rise but Pharaoh Lilith was ready. She called up a thought form that shattered space like breaking glass, extended her will and locked Dracula down. "You shouldn't have challenged me," said Pharaoh Lilith as she stalked forward. The Imagines Maiorum which flashed across her mask were dark, terrible things. She held the paralyzing hyper-shape strong in her mind. The most Dracula could do was twitch. Her eyes smoldered like embers. "Now I have to establish my dominance." She stood over Dracula, a naked gunmetal goddess. Through her connection to the Platonic hyper-shape still spinning away in the back of her mind, she could tell the costume from the Ideal. The slinky dress, the billowing cape, all glamor. She ripped them to gossamer threads with a wave, leaving Dracula naked. Dracula's body was round with puppy fat in the way of some girls, though the alabaster skin was not so normal. Her lips and nips were the only two points of color and they were sanguine red. Her tiny fangs pointed out from her mouth. Pharaoh Lilith flicked her wrist and Dracula's thighs twitched apart. They showed a fat little baby cunt and a third area of color on her body. The meaty lips were blood red. Using her big toe, she split the lips and pushed inside. Dracula's body vibrated with concentrated but impotent rage. Despite that, she started to juice up. "Dog-boy, Princess," snapped Pharaoh Lilith, and they appeared behind her like magic. Dog-boy panted happily and the Princess tried to look stoic. The effect was slightly spoiled by the teeth biting into her lip. "Hold her legs open and up" They both took an ankle and forced them wide. Dracula's bubble-but hung just above the grass. Pharaoh Lilith dropped to her knees between Dracula's legs and began fingering the little bitch out. She started slowly with two fingers, just some basic in and out. Next she added a little curve, rubbing the upper wall. From there she progressed to three fingers, then four. Dracula's pussy strained at the intrusion, stuffed almost to breaking point. Despite her paralysis, she managed a strained, humming sound. Her muscles were as tense as a violin string, but that desperate need to act was kept locked away. "You brought this on yourself," said Pharaoh Lilith. "You challenged me. Now I need to beat you down. If I just killed you or removed your powers, another would arise to fill the hole you created. You need to submit." She tucked her thumb in with her other fingers and pressed forward. Dracula's rubbery pussy stretched and resisted. Her moan went hyper pitched, like some kind of demented bee. And then Pharaoh Lilith was threw. Her little-girl fist popped into Dracula's eight year old pussy and she began to fist fuck in earnest. Back and forth, she went, moving with enough force to rock Dracula's body. The intrusion created an outline on her abdomen. The fire left Dracula's eyes, the tension left her body and her moan ended. A broken doll lay on the grass. "Princess," said Pharaoh Lilith. "Ride her face." The Princess blushed red but did as bid. Dainty as a lady at a flower market, she stepped around Dracula's body to her face. There she arranged her petticoats and squatted down. Dracula's head disappeared under an ocean of pleated silken skirts. Though her dress hid the point of contact, the Princess's blush, hip movements and the squelching sound showed the Platonic Princess was once more letting her perverted side out to play. Pharaoh Lilith let the paralyzing thought form slow and weaken a fraction. The Princess let out a gasp a moment later. "She's licking me!" she cried and then at once covered her own lips at such uncouth words. Not that she stopped rolling her hips, of course, and the pace of her breath began to quicken. Dracula's cunt squelched around Pharaoh Lilith's balled fist and her tiny clit was rock hard. "Lick," said Pharaoh Lilith and pointed Dog-boy towards the nub. He gave a happy woof and set to licking. His long, wide tongue smeared half of Dracula's stomach along with her clit, not that she cared. Her pussy gushed like a faucet. Pharaoh Lilith let the last of the paralyzing thought form fall away and Dracula's arms shot up. "More," she hissed. She clutched the Princess' legs and pulled her down. The Princess let out a startled yelp. "Bitch just bit my-" She never got to finish her sentence. Her voice ended in a scream as the most powerful orgasm she'd ever felt rolled through her. Her eyes rolled back in her head, hard blood pounded in her ears and cunt, and she just about rubbed herself raw grinding against Dracula's face. A tiny trail of blood appeared from under the Princess's dress and wound its way down Dracula's alabaster torso. Pharaoh Lilith ignored the interplay and continued her fist fucking. Now the paralysis was gone, Dracula's cunt muscles were crushing back against her gunmetal hand. From the power buzzing through her flesh, her climax wasn't long off. The Princess gushed blood and cunt juice, Dog-boy licked and Pharaoh Lilith slammed her tiny fist as deep as she could. Dracula exploded. Literally. Smoke boomed in all directions and then sucked back together just as quickly. A naked, cumming Dracula materialized on the grass, body locked in contorted pleasure as she tried to screw her own baby nips off. Deep red blood smeared her unnaturally white face. Dog-boy bounded up and down, clearly enjoying the scene. The Princess looked a bit white, though whether in horror or from her own blood loss wasn't clear. Pharaoh Lilith let her connection to the World of Forms fade until her flesh was merely gunmetal colored rather than metal in truth. Lilith looked down at Dracula with a self satisfied smile. "Kneel to me," she said. Dracula stumbled to her knees and managed to fall forward into a bow. Her upturned ass twitched as her orgasm continued. "I am the Pharaoh of Red and Black," said Lilith. "I am the ruler of this court of monsters. I am Lilith, last and greatest human. I will complete my mission. None shall stand in my way." ~#~ Lilith had assigned her court of monsters a single mission: find the Cancer. A runner came shortly after she finished dealing with Dracula. She was a thirteen year old girl, dressed in a sleek sexy cat costume that had a slit from throat to bellybutton. The gap showed some fairly large breasts for a girl her age. She preened as she stood before Lilith. "Mistress," she said and yowled, black fuzzy ears twitching. "We'z has found something. I can has cheezburger now?" She held out her fuzzy mittened hands, palms together and up as if begging. Lilith ignored the frankly insane question (this was the stupid end of time after all) and instead said, "Take me to what you have found." The cat girl led Lilith, Dog-boy, the Princess and Dracula through the city. With so many of the children under her control, it was quiet. Perhaps too quiet. Would the Cancer have noticed? Their destination was near the edge of town, where high craggy buildings gave way to fields and wild woodland. An old rusty iron gate blocked a dirt path between a school and a boarded up factory. Perhaps two dozen of her monsters milled about. "Here'z, Mistress," said the cat girl and cocked her head. Her long black hair fell over one luminous cat's eye. "Can'z youz feelz it?" Lilith could feel it. The shadow was thick here, potent. She couldn't see anything, though. The Cancer hid itself well. "Be ready," she said and sent out a silent call to the rest of her court. They trickled in alone, in pairs and in small groups. Bats dropped from the sky and turned into underage vampires, wizards appeared in flashes of light and the princesses arrived, still riding their giant snow monster. They looked at her with eager faces. When most of her court was assembled, she called up a twisting, turning thought form. Space collapsed around her, condensing, merging, complex dimensions mapping onto the mundane three. When she opened her eyes, she and everyone around her could perceive what was once hidden. The multidimensional polylight was bare for all to see. An immense black tower twisted into the sky. More than the sky. Into infinity. It was conceptually tall. Strange growths shot from its walls, halls, towers, walkways, walls, entire cities. It was impossible and its shadow chilled the soul. The gate was different too. Gone was the rusting iron. In its place was a baroque thing of twisted eye-bending shapes, made from a dozen different metals some of which even Lilith couldn't identify. It looked a formidable obstacle but the gate was sealed with more than metal. Three quantum locks held it closed, impossible things, written into the very foam of space- time. In front of it stood two giant stone lions, so lifelike they could have been living things frozen to stone. The time for subtlety was over. Lilith tied off the Platonic and polylight thought forms so they would self-sustain for the time being without further input from her. She'd need all her will for what was to come. Around her the court of monsters gathered close. The thought form she called up was a terror even to comprehend. It was one of the great war forms, power and control incarnate. The hyper shape pressed against her skull, too many angles, too many fractal faces. It was complex beyond complex, fractal and recursive. It could have served as a geometric proof for the theory of everything. When it bloomed, the universe changed in a way not seen since the first Planck moment of creation, predating even the great powers and monsters of those early epochs. All four of the four fundamental forces were unified in her will and all four were hers to command. She struck against the many-metal gate and strove to unbind its quantum reality. The gate screamed as it resisted her. Such was her focus, she didn't even see the stone lions rise from their crouches. Their stone coats cracked around their joints, showing dense hyper-technological circuitry running with light. They let loose great rocky roars and advanced. The court of monsters charged to meet them. A wave of superheroes shot through the air and struck the lions head on, but even their strength was not enough. Great stone paws swatted them out the air and they smashed through the abandoned factories walls. Lilith wrenched open the first quantum lock. The princesses moved forward. Ice rose in a wave before them and froze a lion solid. The vampires struck while it was immobilized. Their fists smashed cracks in the lion's stoney coat but little more. The second lion sprung at the princesses. They screamed and scattered. Then one of the superheroes was back. He flew through the wall of the abandoned factory. Red laser light shot from his eyes. The blast tore into the lion and he was only a moment behind. Their impact shook the ground and they rolled, punching, biting, kicking. Others of the court piled in. Every fist was a weapon, every tooth, nail, fang and spiked claw. Teeth clenched, Lilith forced open the second lock. The lion locked in ice broke free with a great roar. Half its coat of stone fell away, revealing a cybernetic body. Lightning sparked from exposed circuitry and humming power filled the air. A wizard caused great metal spikes to shoot from the earth and flaming comets to streak down from the sky. They struck in titanic fury but the lion weathered it without problem. It tore into the assembled court. Its great teeth and claws ripped apart costumes to leave only normal naked children and broke bodies, and sent others fleeing in terror. It carved a path towards Lilith, who was too consumed with her task to offer a defense. If she let up even for a moment, the locks would reestablish. The Princess stood in front of Lilith, her body without special powers but willing to serve as a shield all the same. Others joined her, sexy cats, a zombie and a small green alien, holding a zap-gun. He fired and colorful blasts of energy battered into the lion as it forced its way forward. The lion knocked them aside and rose above Lilith, ready to strike. A cheer fulled with blood lust rose. The superhero held up the broken head of a lion, full of sparking technology, and threw it with all his force. It slashed into the intact lion and knocked it aside. And then the remaining court was on it. They tore into its electrical guts and rent it asunder. Lilith forced open the third and final quantum lock and the gate melted under the fury of her gaze. They were in. Lilith and her much reduced court of monsters tore through the still smoldering gate. More defenses spat at them. Her court dwindled by the moment. Dog-boy froze, locked in a looped millisecond of time, and Lilith barely managed to deflect the same fate. An invisible monsters swooped down from its perch on the black tower and suddenly a dozen ice-wielding princesses were simply gone. Their giant snow monster shuddered and collapsed. A huge ballista bolt glowing with occult sigils shot from the tower and only a frantic push from a cat girl saved Lilith from being impaled. More attacks. Explosions, temporal rifts, chemical weapons, fields of killing light and emissions of psionic bliss. Lilith and her court dodged, blocked and redirected but it was never quite enough. Only Lilith, Dracula and a superhero reached the door in the tower's side, and even they were not unscathed. Dracula's hair was burnt half off and the superhero had a bleeding cut down his chest, where the large 'S' had once been. The door was made of old black wood, warn and warped with age, but it was only slightly less guarded than the many-metal gate. Lilith gathered her power and destroyed it utterly. A tsunami of hard radiation ruptured from the ruined thing but Lilith bent space to her will and directed it back towards the tower. A huge swath of its face glowed red. Then they were in the tower itself. The corridors were alien arteries, made of almost living stone. They tried to crush her but she held them back by force of will. The stone screamed as it strained against her. It tried to keep her back, tried to keep her from the heart. If she reached the heart, she could use the weapon given to her by the Pharaoh of Red and Black and deal the Cancer a terrible blow. Panicked voices sounded from distant corridors, running, screaming, but always away. That was good. If the Cancer wished to keep its servants out of her way, Lilith wouldn't object. An armored knight shimmered into existence. He swung a sword which cut with more than just matter. It slice through the superhero and he dropped to the ground, body uncut but twitching as if having a seizure. Then Dracula was on him. She turned to smoke and clawed her way in through the holes in his armor and tore him apart from the inside. He exploded in a cloud of light. And then Dracula was gone too, snapped away as a great wall of rock fell from the sky and sealed mistress from servant. Lilith was alone but not yet beaten. She gathered all her power and fought on. Stone fell apart and vomited high energy electrons as she voided the strong nuclear force that held their atoms together. Invisible demons assaulted in untold numbers and she tore them asunder with quantum gravimetric waves. She left a trail of radioactive slag in her wake, the product of the weak force run wild. She blocked the worst of the radiation with her mastery of electromagnetism and let her gunmetal skin soak up the rest. As she fought, Lilith marveled at just how responsive the universe was this far towards the stupid end of time. In the Court of Monsters, the cosmos was old and cold. Energy was a scares thing. Only one star remained in the sky and conspiracies relied on the feeble warmth of proton decay for their meetings. Here, though... Here you could truly live. As she battled deeper, that opinion changed. The shadow of the black tower grew stronger, heavier. It stole the universe from her, denying her command. She fought it with every fiber of her will. Still the Cancer's minions came at her and still she managed to destroy them. As she approached the heart, the sphere of her control dwindled almost to nothing and innumerable foes pressed in. The final barrier appeared before her, a shimmering black sphere. The heart was just beyond; get through and she could destroy the Cancer. She slammed her will against it, again and again. She slammed her fists against it too and kicked with all her strength. Nothing short of her war thought form could have cracked the sphere; the barest sliver of that power remained. She wielded it against the sphere and it cracked, the smallest of fractures. She shoved her mind into the gap and ripped it apart. It broke with the snapping of super strings and she stumbled into the Cancer's heart. The pressure eased, as if in the eye of a storm. The shock of that release meant Lilith didn't notice her attacker until too late. He knocked her golden mask spinning from her face with a back hand slap. Lilith went with it and skidded along the floor. Gunmetal leached from her skin and the echo of the Pharaoh of Red and Black's power left her. Ten red lines appeared on her chest, no longer hidden. They stung. That didn't matter. Nothing mattered. She was too close. She let the war form dissolve and called up the Pharaoh of Red and Black's weapon, shown to her at the End of Time in the Citadel Terminus. It started to form, taking shape. The chemicals of battle made it seem almost slow. Fractals built upon fractals. Hyper spheres slotted into hyper cubes and ovoids. Axises aligned and twisted and joined in strange ways. It was only then that Lilith noticed the ring of teenaged girls that stood in a circle around the heart, penning her in. Even focused as she was, she could taste the Cancer's taint from them. By the time she saw the crude hyper-shapes forming in their minds, it was too late. By the time she realized the significance, there was no chance at all. The power of the Realm of Forms poured into the room. It heterodyned with the Platonic hyper-shape Lilith had left active and tied off. In less time than it took to form a thought, everything in the room was transformed into the truest representation of what they wore - costumes, uniforms and, if none of that existed, even bodies. ~#~ "What's your name," he said. A kindly smile sat on his age gnarled face. Avery quailed, lips dry. "Avery," she whispered. The man smiled wider. "Hello Avery," he said. "I'm glad to meet you. I'm sure there is much we can learn from each other. Why don't you come with me, and we'll see about getting you cleaned up." Avery nodded. She was naked and sore. He took her hand and led her away into the depths of the dark tower.