"My name is Superbia."

"And I serve no one!" Aster wasn't sure where that name had come from, rather like her physical form it had just kind of happened, but she liked it: Superbia.

She leapt forward, her shining aura flaring and meeting Jezebel's head on. The more experienced demonette looked surprised but not nearly as worried as her servants moments earlier. Now they were blown back, thrown outwards from the battle as the two arch-fey matched their power against one another. Superbia landed hard, growling angrily, the pressure of Jezebel's aura stopping her dead in her tracks.

Jezebel had her hands raised, projecting what felt like a torrent of thick, hot syrup against the searing energies of her aura. She'd never paid much attention as a fairy to auras, most fairies had very similar aura's that stemmed from their collective belief in the power of nature and balance. Jezebel's aura was dark purple. Powerful and weighty and somehow spicy. Her belief was strong... but what did she believe in?

Superbia recalled back to when Jezebel had introduced herself: 'I serve my master' is what she'd said. She scoffed, laughing heartily in the midst of the battle at the absurdity, "You love that idiot giant?" Her voice was dripping scorn. Jezebels calm demeanor faltered, her eyes narrowing and her aura pulsing.

"I do, with all my heart, and I won't let you speak of him like that!" Superbia staggered, the blast unbalancing her for a moment before she regained her footing. She scowled at the indignity. She knew she was better than this Giant-lover, certainly more powerful, but she couldn't seem to find that power that she'd had limitless access to in the dream. Oh how she wished she could bend that slut over and thrash her backside till she-

Her power pulsed, burning back Jezebel's noxious tide and scorching the wood beneath her feet. Superbia cackled, "Of course." She was rather embarrassed she'd forgotten: pleasure is power. The more aroused she was, the more power she'd be able to tap into. At the same time, if she was able to keep Jezebel distracted from her irrational love then it would weaken her.

"Hahahaha, I'm embarrassed this fight isn't already over Jezebel: you've had how long to become stronger? I awoke five minutes ago!" Jezebel flinched as Superbia's aura shone, like some kind of hateful sun. She had a point: this was a little embarrassing. For the first time since that lust-vine had gotten out of control and captured her she felt fear: appearance wasn't everything but this 'Superbia' was intimidating to look upon.

The blazing halo of light that was her aura was obscenely powerful for a newly awakened demonette. It didn't make any sense. How? Where was she drawing her power from? Well, lust obviously, just like the rest of them but there had to be some other level to it than that. Even Lilith wasn't pure lust, her anger augmented her power to make her more unpredictable and resilient to magic. Her aura was like the "blowtorch" her master used, tight and erratic but devastating if she could concentrate enough to control it. Superbia... she didn't seem angry, or even particularly lustful and Jezebel seriously doubted she loved anyone other than hersel... wait.