Jezebel

That was it. Superbia loved herself!

Jezebel rolled her eyes. How egotistical. Actually...

"You're right 'Superbia' if you're so powerful why are we still fighting, hm?"

"I'm just enjoying thinking of all the ways I'm going to punish you for this when I crush you."

The following starburst of energy hurt but Jezebel ignored it, smirking at the golden fey.

"Are you sure it's not because you can't? Because you don't seem that great to me. You woke up and decided to go toe to toe with the greatest magic user the Glade has ever seen without a plan!"

"Shut up!"

Her words were followed by another burst of energy but the glare of her aura diminished immediately after, not by much but enough to make the smirk genuine.

"Oh did I strike a nerve? Is you fragile ego not able to withstand a little backtalk? Do you want to stop so you can go cry in a corner?"

"SHUT UP!"

Superbia's aura dimmed but also seemed to focus up on Jezebel, its intensity buffeting her rapidly thinning shield of purple energies.

"Oh damn..." "Ouch." "That was brutal..." Out of the corner of her eye she could see the other demonettes peeking over the edge of the table and she gave them a meaningful look and a silent gesture. They stared at her blankly until Volka's eyes lit up, "Yeah! You big... um... dumb bitch!"

Shakespeare (who her Love sometimes read her when they were alone) Volka was not but it seemed to be doing the trick. Superbia's aura was continuing to dwindle as the other demonette's joined in and continued throwing insults and derogatory words at the effulgent fallen fey, allowing Jezebel to concentrate on her own power.

She thought back to her times with her Master as he read to her, deep voice stirring new sensations in her chest as well as familiar sensations between her legs. Her aura thickened and pushed back against Superbia's. She thought about the times when he would hold her to his chest and gently caress her wings. Her aura began to spread, swirling out around the pale fey as the insults continued to fly. She smiled at the thought of how proud he'd be when he returned to see what she had done. The light dimmed and receded before the tide of darkness, until finally, with a last, anguished cry, the six winged fairy was enveloped by Jezebel's aura and the light vanished.