The End of Times

The Fruit was just a few inches away!

Stretch Eve! Stretch!

Just a little bit more!

The whistling sound of an artillery shell coming down on a foxhole echoed in Eve's woozy ears. Before her bimbofied, boozified brain could react, the object hit her, ripped her off the tree, and rammed her into the Lodge's mountain. "OOOOoooof!" Eve cried out. She didn't think God made anything capable of threatening her, but that... hurt!

"You cheating cooze! You couldn't win the game fair and square, so you tried to steal my place at Daddy's side?"

"Erica?" Eve coughed and pulled herself out of the crater she'd made in the rock. Standing just a few feet away was her ally, terribly beautiful, and wearing a sinister suit of black armor. It was terrible to behold. That black armor, it looked like it was forged from screaming souls rather than any metal. No not screaming, yawning. It was the suit of sloth, something that could only be worn by a being completely consumed by their demonic essence. More terrible than that, six black wings flapped behind her. Glorious and breathtaking, in their size, grace, and beauty. She was in every way the daughter of Satan.

"Don't recognize your own daughter?"

Eve frowned and formed her hands into fists. "Not at all. There's hardly any humanity left in you!"

"Pffft." Erica waved her hand dismissively and looked up at the fruit that loomed over the world. "What were you going to wish for, we never talked it out?"

Eve sighed, the **** was wearing off and a migraine was starting to form. "I'm going to wish that I never took the forbidden fruit."

Erica chewed on that answer. "Pretty smart. You get to remove sin from this world, but it technically preserves your relationship with Daddy. I always thought you were stupid, but I guess I underestimated your perfect mind."

'Not so perfect right now' Eve shuffled to the side of Erica, and disguised it as a drunken stumble. One good kick and she could knock her companion into the mountain and take her out. "What about you?"

"How would I save the world?" Erica tapped her chin. "I know!" She jumped with excitement. "I'll wish every man in the world dead! How's that for a garden of Eden? I'll turn the world into my own personal lesbian playground! No boys allowed!"

'I'll save you Erica.' Eve thought, as she whipped her leg toward's Erica's face.

The **** of the kick sent a shockwave through the mountain. Rocks flew away from the sight of impact, ice and snow was melted, and the liquid steamed and floated into the sky as wispy clouds. And yet, and yet, and yet with all of this, Erica hadn't moved an inch.

She held her ground, not an inch budged. She'd caught Eve's leg, and now held it in her gauntleted hand. Her face, which had been a gleefull and excited smile, was now devoid of any joy at all. It was stone-cold serious. "You've been a bad Mommy." Erica yanked her arm, which pulled Eve forward, and with her free arm she brought her elbow down on Eve's knee. There was a sick crack, and Eve's leg bent upwards.

The mother cried out in Agony, her first wound, EVER and it was horrific. She fell to the ground shrieking in agony. "How?" She cried scared to look, much less touch her shattered leg.

Erica just gave her a contemptuous sneer. "You're still only human." Erica looked back up at the tree and lit up. "Oh! I know what my wish is going to be. I'm going to wish you were the mother I always wanted." Sadness clouded her face. "It's a awful thing, not having a mother who accepts you for who you are."

"Erica please," Eve begged. "All these negative emotions you're feeling are from him. He created them, he created loss, and pain, and sadness. End the suffering!"

"I am." Erica bend down and kissed Eve on the forehead. "Once you're just like me and him, our family will finally be whole, I'll fix you up in just a jiff!"

Erica shot upwards towards the fruit, but before she could get more than a few yards off the ground, a golden light shot in front of her, and slammed her into the ground like she was a ping pong ball.

This golden light then descended and landed next to Eve. The mother felt to cool calming touch of Joan of Arc on her body, and as if by a miracle, when she looked down at her own leg, it was healed. Eve at once felt a great upswelling of emotion. This whole game had been so stressful, so upsetting. For her children to become demons, and become the worst of what humanity could produce. Now here was Joan of Arc, clad in armor, ready for battle. Golden energy surrounded her. A pride. A Joy. If there had never been another virtuous child in all of history, Eve still wouldn't have regretted birthing the human race. Joan of Arc alone made it a worthy work of art."Sorry for the Leg Eve." Joan said sweetly. "Erica here is my responsibility."

Erica pulled herself out of her own crater, black armor chaffed, and chipped. Her eyes were red, her wings curled angrily. "You!" A sword formed in her hand.

"Be careful." Eve winced as she got to her feet. "She's even stronger than me."

Joan of Arc gave a gracious nod. "No human can stand against a demon, not even you. Now go, get your fruit."

"She'll kill you! You just said..."

"Non, I said no human could stand against her." Joan winked, and lowered her visor. "I'm a saint."

---

Cleopatra, Stan, and Molly came stumbling out of Skylar's room, sweaty, exhausted and home at last.

"He made it!" Cleopatra cried, she happily rubbed her cheek against the distinct red and gold wallpaper of The King Buck's Lodge.

"Kind of a hollow victory, huh?" Stan laughed, then noticed the smell of smoke. "Something's wrong."

"No kidding!" Molly cried, stumbling over herself as a group of robe-wearing lunatics came running at them.

"Even here?" Cleopatra swung her leg out to kick one of the attackers, but he dodged, grabbed her leg, and took her down to the ground.

"Cleo!" Stan tackled the man off her, but a second figure piled onto of him, and a melee quickly pursued. "Molly! Get out of here!"

Molly made a pained look but obeyed and ran down the hall. "I'll find someone to help!"

The other two made their best efforts to fend the three off, but it'd been a long fucking day. They didn't have any gas left in the tank, and though at the morning these three chodes would have been cake, now they were too much. Before long they were both wrestled to the ground, and immobile.

"Get off her!" Of course Stan and Cleo had ridiculously high luck stats, so they were saved by Mark Anthony sparta kicking a cultist's head into the wall. Don't let the limp dick fool you. Mark Anthony was a powerful warrior, and very nearly ruled the whole of the world. These three clowns were nothing, in just a few moments they were scattered to the ground, like breadcrumbs. He made a noticeable effort to step over Stan and pick Cleopatra off the ground.

"Oh!" She cried and wrapped her arms around him. "You're a horrendous ****, I said I never wanted to see you again."

Mark Anthony just let out a sigh, that implied he had been carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. "Punish me how you like."

She melted, and not two seconds later, had him pressed to the wall and was swallowing his tongue.

Stan coughed, and wiggled his tied up hands behind his back. "I'm okay, thanks guys."

"Ahem." Cleopatra wiped Mark Anthony's spit from her lips. "Love, can you help him up."

"Of course." Mark Anthony gently helped Stand to his feet, and even took a knife to cut his bindings. "Cleo, let's get to safety. You look exhausted."

"It's been a hell of a day." She entwined her fingers with his, gratified to be returned to him with many weary miles behind her. For now she buried the disgust she felt with what she'd corrupted him with. For now she was happy just to be back in his arms.

---

Atossa and Olympias sat on a couch in Olympias' room, kicking back a few beers. Olympias' head was in Atossa's lap, and she was lazily scooping up sour skittles from a bowl on the ground and slurping them up. Attosa was tipsy, and running her hand through Olympias' hair. "I like the faces the little one is making."

Olympias stared dreamily at the gay porn playing on the T.V, a beautiful twink was comfortably laying in a harness while his owner pounded his ass into oblivion. "Yeah." She said simply, collar still fixed around her neck, she was much more manageable for the Milf. Atossa quite liked partying with her dumb friend.

"Oh, man I wish I could get someone to drill me in the ass like that."

"Yeah." Olypmias sucked down another skittle.

This led naturally to the door opening up and Satan walking in. There were a few knocked out cultists in the hallway behind them, but both women were much more interested in the man in their room. "Master!" Atossa squawked happily, and threw Olympias off her lap. She eagerly got on her knees and began to shake her big ass for Satan. "Finally decided to take a bite of your cake huh?"

"And waste my time with a loser?" He came over to the couch and spanked her ass.

She fell over the armrest moaning, and gushing as the pain rolled across her cheek. "Oooohhh."

"You should respect me more than that." He smiled and Helped Olympias off her feet. "Have you been taking good care of her?"

Atossa was half blissed out by having him slap her trademark bum. "Of course, she's my bestie."

"Good." Once his woozy Amazon was on her feet, and began to unbuckle the collar around her throat.

Intellegence seeped back into her brain, and she went from a dopy pet, to an enraged queen. "Why you petty little man! Thinking you could neuter a woman like me!" She reached out to strangle him, but he brushed her hands aside.

"Calm yourself dear, I'm giving you one last chance to please me." With that he turned his back to her, and walked towards the door. "Come."

---

The Balcony was a wonderful place to relax in the spring. especially at night. The sky was so clear and perfect up here you could see every star in the sky. Elizabeth had no time to admire it, blind mute and ****, her body simply rested against railing, miming a thing that could see rather than feeling it. She didn't know where she was, what she was doing, this was hell.

The doors to the balcony blasted open, and Elizabeth could not hear the impact or roaring. She was deaf to Mary's **** threats as she and her giant hellhound bounded forward to destroy her. She was blind to Lilith's efforts to protect her. She didn't see the dragon woman grab the great hound, and chuck her off the balcony and towards the great tree of knowledge.

"Fuck you dragon woman!" Mary coughed, and she shifted to her feet. "I kicked your ass once I'll do it again!"

Lilith wasn't very fun to fight. Her mindlessly hypnotized body fought without ego or fear. She didn't even dream of responding to Mary's provocation and instead just made headway striking herwith claw, and tail.

"Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!" Mary grunted, and tried to bat away the attacks, but each strike from Lilith was as strong as Eve's. Stronger even. Mary's demonic strength was greatly diluted in this place, and though she was nearing apotheosis to truly becoming wrath, it was so diluted and polluted by being a maid, a dainty obedient thing, well...

She lost.

"Fuck you!" She unfurrowed her wings and kicked off with na enormous burst of air pressure propelling her body forward. She aimed her horns at Lilith's chest. "I guess you're going to make me kill you!"

Her horns shattered against the dragon scales over Lilith's body. Shards went flying everywhere, and there wasn't a scratch on her opponent.

Mary howled in pain and dropped to her knee. Though the pain was true, this was all just a faint. As she dropped down she powered all her wrath into her hand. Lilith stepped forward to finisher her off, and as she drew near, Mary torqued her body, pressed up off the ground, and drove her fist up into the air. "Pretty maid uppercut!"

Lilith's animal instincts pulled her body back at the last second. The burning red uppercut drove upwards just an inch away from the top of her snout. With her opponent completely expose, lilith drove her fist into Mary's side. The maid flew away from the explosive hit, but was arrested by lilith's tail grabbing her around the ankled and pulled her body back into Lilith's fist. This time as Mary flew away from the second impact lilith's tail tugged her back a second time. On this reel, she flun Mary behind her, and whirled up tail to pull Mary up over her body, and down into the balcony splintering the boards, and burying Mary into the concrete foundation. "Fuck you..." The maid groaned, feeling broken.

The dragon then stood over the maid and cured her claws into a fist. Mary's tail shot out and tried to protect it's owner, glad that the demonic bitch had put up a fight to the end. It's spaded tip jabbed at Lilith like a mighty spear, and though it landed dozens of hits on the lizard not a single left a scratch. The dragon stomped down on the tail, and pinned it to the ground.

"Shit, Tail... I know we've had our differences. But this rampage has been a hell of a time."

---

Cleopatra and Stan got to see Lilith pounding Mary into a **** pulp when they entered.

Zheng's who's slimey symboite form was still wrapped around Elizabeth waved to the group as they entered. "She's pretty impressive isn't she?"

"I see you finally decided to seep out of whatever gutter you were hiding in." Cleo walked closer, with Stan and Mark Anthony keeping a competitively short distance behind her.

Zheng shrugged, and leaned against the railing. Behind her a battle of good and evil was taking place. The black form of Erica and the golden form of Joan flew through the sky, knocking into each other with swipes of their weapons, pulses of energy rocked the night sky with every collision. They looked like fireworks. "Hell is empty and all the devils are here. It's time to get **** on you for letting me rot in that costume department like a mummy."

Cleo smiled. "I'd have thought you'd be more upset for turning you into a pile of slime." She walked closer, unafraid. "You can't touch me Zheng. You are a demon of greed now, and I am your queen."

"That's true." Zheng's mouth said the words, but it was not her voice. Zheng's black slimey exterior peeled away and revealed that she was actually just a coating upon another woman, upon Elizabeth. "But I am a demon of another kind."

Cleo reeled backwards, but came to a stop when she ran into Mark Anthony. His arms wrapped around her, and it wasn’t for protection. "My love? What's the meaning of this?"

"She's going to reunite us." He said happily. Thanks to Elizabeth’s hypnosis he was fully under her control.

"Look into my eyes, Cleopatra."

"N-no, stop. Skylar is coming, I'm so close..."

"Feel yourself falling into a deep trance."

"N-no, no I was going to win."

"Feel relaxed, and comfortable in the knowledge that when you go completely into trance, you will have won. You'll be reunited with your true love, the greatest victory for you there can be."

"Mark Anthony..."

Stan took a swing at Elizabeth, but she caught his hand. "I don't think we got along all that well did we Stan? I have no use for you, so why don’t you just disappear?” She tossed him bodily off the balcony and let him keep Helen company out on the slopes.

“Stan!” Cleopatra snapped out of her stupor, only to have Elizabeth seize her by the face and stare into her eyes.

“Look into my eyes… you don’t need him Cleo. You have Mark Anthony…and as you think about your wonderful husband, let your worries drift away, and deeper and deeper into trance.”

“Mmm…” Cleo whimpered.

“Deeper and deeper under my control.”

Cleopatra’s eyes were wide now, spiraling as her mouth hung limp and open like a puppet. “Control…”

“I know you think you’re the smartest player, here, but you’re not. I am. Only I thought to use our journey into the past to bring a lover into the game, and I didn’t stop there. I had my cult bury my husband beneath the lodge, but I didn’t have them leave Aspin. Instead they planted roots and throve, all awaiting for the predicted day that would see me ascend! Now watch, queen of the Nile, as you bring me promised victory.”

“Don’t hurt her.” Mark Anthony warned, unafraid of the dragon or slime monster guarding the vampiric demon.

“Just her pride I assure you.” Elizabeth laughed. “Now Cleo, you will buy Eve’s Expel Sin trait.”

“Yes…” Cleopatra brought out her phone, and made the purchase with the points she’d stolen from Olympias.

“Now upgrade it.”

“Yes…”

Upgrade!

Expel Sin+

The user may now use this trait to make an additional clone from another set of sinful traits.

“Again!”

Upgrade!

Expel Sin++

The user may now make up to three clones. I’m addition they can now expel the sin from other contestants, should the master ever desire to **** a **** with her own corruption.

“Very good.” Elizabeth sighed, it was a long shot, but it payed off. “Now buy the corruption trait you so generously gave Mary.”

“Thank you." Mark Anthony husked, his part of the deal now fulfilled and repaid. Lust ran through his body as he watched as Cleo go to work corrupting herself. With the very trait she'd been so thankful to be rid of. It was so wrong, so dirty, she was going to love it, just as much as he was.

Elizabeth was equally horny, evercesent with a victory just moments in the making. It looked like Erica and Eve were keeping each other company. That fruit was hers for the taking. "Good, now Cleopatra, use your trait to separate all my traits from me."

"Yes." Cleopatra concentrated, and touch Elizabeth. Her focus harried somewhat by the trance. Yet never the less Elizabeth began to feel the strangest sensation. The evil was getting pulled right out of her body. All the darkness, the insanity, the gluttony, it was being sipohned away and placed in a new vessel. And with this sudden purity, came clarity and insight.

"Cleopatra!" She screamed. "No!" But it was already too late.

The newly formed Elizabeth, just grined with large monsterous fangs. "Tut tut little girl." She grabbed her otherself by the throat. There were now two of them, the clone was turning against the master. "Nothing you can do to ruin my fun now."

Good Elizabeth choked and cried, and reached out to Cleopatra **** to break her from trance. "Hhhelph heeecph!"

Evil Elizabeth tossed her backwards, the good vampire stumbled, and fell into Zheng. Once again the pirate queen melted and formed around the body of the good Elizabeth. Now making her helpless and immobile. She was encased in the thick black slime what was that woman's greed, and was soon unidentifiable from a doll. No features, let alone a face.

It was the final betrayal.

As Boudica had discovered, and Elizabeth now knew. Once she'd finished her little trick the entire lodge began to rumble.

Eight Betrayls!

Eight final sins.

The last remaining humanity in the harem smote, by their own hands. Now with the **** of all that was holy, the lodge was taken into the sky. The roots of the tree rose from the ground, and took hold of the lodge, lifting up and up and up into the branches of the great tree. The sky turned a golden yellow, and trumpets seemed to announce this momentous occasion.

The End of Times was Upon Them.

——-

Babs let out a musical laugh as the sky changed and the lodge was lifted into the sky. “That girl, she’s got an eye for the grand!”

Karen squirmed with jealousy. “Yes Babs.”

“Did you ever do anything like this?”

“No.” Karen sneered. “And neither did you!”

Babs smiled and cocked an eyebrow. Karen instantly flinched and shrunk. “Nipping comments like that is why you need to be remade, you must learn not to bite.”

“Y-yes Babs, I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, you’ve gone twenty years thinking you’re a real host. It’s only natural you have a little pride.”

Karen bit down any further bile, and nodded along. She’d done good work in Portland, it was practically **** for her to disregard all that she had accomplished, but that’s what Babs required.

They were standing outside the lodge, out in green fields. Joan and Erica were doing battle over head, and Helen was stumbling around back in her human form.

“Babs?” Satan came sauntering over towards them guarded by a seven foot tall woman. “I thought you were too racist to be on T.V now.”

Babs grinned and puffed her cigarette. “Haven’t you heard? Racism is back!”

“You have me to thank for that.”

Babs winked. “Thanks a-plenty, stud.” Babs looked the man over. "So you're Satan huh, you don't look so scary to me."

Satan sneered. "Thanks to your spawn, I'm without my power so long as I'm here."

The starlet pouted. "Yes, sorry about that, but if you want a piece of her you'll have to wait in line."

"Where is she anyway? These robed freaks are trying to kill my harem, and she hasn't lifted a finger. Is this another test to see if I'm a caring master, or whatever?"

The starlet chuckled. "How drull to be cut off from all the excitement. No Skylar's gone and put herself on a path of discovery. She'll be back soon though, want to wait with us?"

Satan put his hands into his pockets, and watched Erica bat around Joan for a few bouts. "I don't think so." He looked over to Eve, who was trading steadily back towards the trunk of the tree. "I still have to tip the scales in my favor."

Babs smiled. "I'll take you to the fruit they're all after. That should do all the tipping you need, and I'll throw in a bonus." Babs put her cigarette out on Karen's cheek. "This little brat is the one who trapped your spirit in the hotel."

"That was Morgan."

"Morgan was working for her."

A flicker of hatred flashed through his rainbow eyes. "I see." He licked his lips. "Your offer is acceptable."

---

“Hyah! Hyah! Hyah! Come on dang doodle!” Boudica’s shoulder was getting sore. Skylar had thrown her through that dang door, and she’d popped up in some weird control room. She was mildy familiar by this point with computers, and TV but there was so many crammed into this one room it was hard for her to figure out what it was supposed to be. There was a collasped table, with a destroyed sandwhich on it, and the rest of the room was a mess too. It looks like people had fled from there as fast as they could.

That brought Boudica some joy.

Maybe they knew she was coming.

Maybe this was her punishmet, she was locked in this room, **** to survive off a squished sandwhich for as long as possible.

There were worse fates, but she wasn’t particularly keep on this one being hers.

There was just this damn door standing in her way!

“Wah!” Before Boudica could totally destroy her shoulder a portal opened up behind her, and a haggard looking Skylar came stumbling out and into Boudica.

“Get off!” The redhead snarled and shoved Skylar away.

She looked like Fudge.

Boudica hadn’t seen her for a few hours, but good lord. Skylar’s hair was a tangled nest, her cat ears were gone, her shoes were gone. Her leotard had rips in it, not to mention the giant hole in her chest.

“What happened to you.”

Skylar just shook her head. “I can’t even with that question right now.” She raised her hands in peace. “But cliffnotes version is: I’m good now, let’s gather everyone up so we can figure something out.”

Boudica paused for a single moment, took the measure of the creature before her, and nodded her head. “Okay.”

---

Joan didn't deign to huff and puff with the exertion of this fight, but she did take a few slightly deep breaths. This was harder than she was expecting. Erica may have only been a new born demon, but she was a sin, and now the daughter of Satan. "Who knew sloth could put up such a fight."

"It's not like I like it!" Erica screamed sweeping her sword through the air, only for Joan to dodge it. "The longer you make me work, the angrier I'll be when I fuck you!"

"It pains me to hear you speak such vulgarities, Erica." Joan gave a few testing strikes against her ward, and found that her blade bounced off every place she touched. That armor was tough.

Erica chewed her lip, and cleaved her sword at Joan. "Your disgust only makes me more wet! I'm the daughter of Satan! I was to be as vile, and slimey as I can be for my Daddy!" Joan was able to block the first heavy attack but more came in after it. "Sloth, lust, rage, envy!" Each word was another blow, and another crack in Joan's sword. "I don't give a shit! I want it all! I could never be his queen if I embraced just one!" She raised her sword and struck one last time, utterly shattering Joan's sword and sending the fragments rocketing across the landscape as shrapnel. "I'll keep you in a cage, until I'm sure I've become everything that you loath! Erica! Queen of Filth!"

Joan was blown back by the blow, her wings only just able to stop her fall. She returned to a hover, and made some distance from her feral opponent. "You got it wrong, you don't disgust me at all Erica." She summoned a spear now. One wrapped up in a blue and silver flag. On this flag was a image of an angel giving lilies to the holy mother, and the words 'Jesus Maria'. "You're a victim of my failure. The pain I feel is at my own foolishness. Which is why I'll burn the corruption out of you!" The spear in her hand became to glow with a golden light, and catch fire.

Erica glanced at the flag and snarled. "You think Fire can stop a demon?" Her six ebony wings swirled like micro tornados on her back and propelled her forward.

"These are the flames that destroyed me! The fire that turned a witch into a saint!" The flag unfurled in all it's cindered glory. "Be free now! Les Flammes Vierges de la Jeune Fille du Dauphin!"

Joan blasted forth with all her holy might. A super nova of speed and power. The golden tip of her spear honed, true. Erica's black heart. In the mirco-instant of action, Joan saw her tip hit it's mark, and glance off the armor. Her early blow only served to throw Erica off her own path of ****, brushing her sword stroke away by an inch.

However, Erica was not helpless herself. Though her sword had missed it's mark, she was able to grab Joan with her free hand. She fixed her hand around the saint's neck, and used all the apathy of Sloth to slam the two of them to the ground.

It felt to Joan like a mountain had been placed on her. Though Erica was small and lithe like a bird, her demonic nature of Sloth made her unmoveable. "How?" Joan gasped, shocked that she failed. She could fail. God had sent her! How could this be? How?

"You may believe in all that fairytail crap, but rules are rules. My armor is inpenetrable, fullstop. Not even you, and your spear of good intentions can change that." She grinned and mounted the Saint. Both hands now fixed around her perfect golden throat. "Now, swear loyalty to me, and I'll let you stay conscious when I eat the fruit. It's such an important moment my favorite **** should get to see it."

"I would not spit on your memory, and give into you as you are now."

Erica pouted, but at the same time seemed pleased. She began to squeeze. "Then I'll keep you just barely alive, and break you another time."

---

Elizabeth ran her hand along the glowing brand on her stomach. She could feel it's pleasure, it's dark energy coursing through her. It was pleased. "Well, peons I think that concludes our game." She held her arms out, and they seemed to stretch out. Joins popped as her fingers extended, webbing, a membrane stretched out between her fingers, and her arms, and very soon batwings were forming. Her legs seemed to shrivel up, lifting into her body only for shape talons to pierces her toes. Her mouth extended into a gluttonous fanged maw, that would gather blood simbly by hoovering up a hoard of animals. Dark fur krept across her body, and in a moment Elizabeth was gone. All that remained now was a batlike demon of gluttony. "See you all on the other side."

She flapped her wings, and ascended towards the sky, her beady and evil eyes fixed on the fruit and her ultimate conquest.

Down below Cleopatra shuddered, and she slumped into Mark Anthony's arms. "I've got you!" He whispered sweetly. "I got you."

Cleo shuddered, and squeezed her eyes tight. "You... corrupted me? After all that I went through to get my mind back, you betrayed me?"

He nodded enthusiastically. "I did this for us. So we could be together again."

Cleopatra pounded on him weakly. "I was going to wish to free you from this. You idiot."

"I couldn't risk not being with you Cleopatra. What if you had lost, and I was disgusting to you forever? Now we're perfectly in synch again."

Cleo sobbed. "You didn't believe in me!" She pushed him away. "I would have never doubted you could win."

"Cleopatra calm down, think about the gift I've given you."

She wasn't hearing it, she stomped away from him. "It's the hottest thing I've ever seen Mark Anthony, but I've been through too much today to lose to you of all people." She marched towards Elizabeth, towards Zheng. She channeled the might of her brand and let it's golden corruption flow across her body, like a sick metallic disease. "Get off of her!"

Instictually the being of greed recoiled from Elizabeth, like magnetic goo meeting it's match. "You little bitch!" The pirate queen hissed, trying to combat her compulsion to obey. "You've lot, just have fun with your boytoy and stay out of this!"

"I'm greedy Zheng!" Cleopatra cackled, her eyes blazing with gold. "I'm not giving up so long as there are people left to save!"

Her golden corruption intensified and the black goo, melted off of Elizabeth.

Behind Cleopatra Lilith roared, and flew forward, sharp talons ready to rip the sin apart, until...

"Look into my eyes!" The newly freed Elizabeth put a stop to it with her hypnotic gaze.

The dragon stopped in her tracks.

But the keen eyes Cleopatra raised an eyebrow. "I thought I gave the other you all your traits..."

Elizabeth looked down at herself. "You did... I don't know how I..."

The dragon collapsed on the ground, her large form now revealing... Ferenc... Elizabeth's Vampire husband. "Thought I'd... help out." He said quietly.

Cleopatra smirked, and nudged Elizabeth in the ribs. "Gotta say he cleans up good. You should have seen him, when I was his ****."

Elizabeth gave her savior a sour look and poured her attention into her husband. "Even after all I said to you, you still chose to help me?"

"It's not so complicated." The vampire shrugged. "I love you."

“Awww!” Skylar came running onto the balcony along with Boudica. The Balcony was getting crowded. “When did this happen?”

“Backburner Skylar!” Boudica ran to the railing. “Why the fudge are we in the sky?”

Skylar, who’s returned to her gothic standards looked to Elizabeth. “She triggered the end game, this is the part where I gather everyone up for the final vote.” The host then winced and clutched the gaping hole in her chest. “But that would kill me now.”

Cleo gave the red and blonde a leery look. “So you two are working together?”

Skylar took a deep breath. She’d convinced Boudica but she didn’t imagine a hundred of these confessions would make it any easier, which was a shame considering the hundred or so victims she’d have to help after this. “I’m working with all of you, I want to help you get out of here before the Producers cancel this whole thing.”

“Five minutes ago you were chasing me through the multiverse!”

“A lot’s changed since then!” Skylar listed them off on her fingers. “Got shot, reunited with my abusive mother. Got abused, disassociated, ran away, died, found god, and now I’m here.”

God?

“I…” Cleo started.

Skylar interrupted gently. “Cleopatra I’m thankful you showed me the truth. I was living a lie. Worse, I was using that lie, to justify hurting others. Well I’m done being an abuser, I’m done being Skylar, I’m done being my mother.”

“Good for you.” Elizabeth ran over to Skylar and hugged her. This shocked the host, but didn’t stop her from returning the hug.

“You really are the good one.”

“This is real snugglin’ cute.” Boudica stepped onto the railing. “But fat-tooshie bat is about to get the fruit.”

“Oh poo!” Skylar broke the hug. “That’s the evil one. We have to stop her. Eating the fruit will end the game, we got to get it to one of the good girls!”

Cleo cringed. “Helen and Eve are both stuck on the ground.”

Skylar grabbed Elizabeth and Cleopatra by their hands and pulled. “Then you three will have to do!”

With that they hopped off the the balcony and landed at the firm branches of the tree of knowledge.

“One last sprint.” Cleopatra sighed, feeling a tad naked without Stan and Molly by her side. “Damn them.” She gritted her teeth. They got under her skin.

Boudica led the way of course, stepping sure footed and strong on the branches as they headed for their target.

Elizabeth was the freshest of all the gang, and quickly pulled ahead. She had a scote to settle with herself, about a thousand years of bad press. It was time to show the world who the real Elizabeth Bathory was.

Skylar held her arm out, and compelled the branches of the tree to bend to them. The hole in her chest began to expand, she wouldn’t be able to pull many tricks like this. Still the branch baring the fruit whipped away from the monstrous Elizabeth and towards them. At the same time limbs from the upper reaches bent down like spears from heaven. The clumsy bat-thing flapped desperately to keep from being skewered but only found herself blocked into a cage as the branches closed in around her.

“Got you!” Skylar grinned. All they had to do was secure the fruit, and the rest of the contestants. Even as this simple objective she grunted a bit. The hole in her chest had nearly expanded to the point that there would be nothing connecting her to her arm.

And of course at this point the sky ripped open.

That’s no purple prose. It was as if the sky were a blanket, under which all these scared and terrorized children hid. Now the fabric was torn apart by their tormentor. Beyond the sky was t.v static and standing amongst that static was a man in a suit. A thing in a suit, perhaps no more man than his actions, unilaterally monstrous.

This thing, had no head, no humanly recognizable skull. He was just an orb of eyeball which twitched and looked about unblinkingly.

These were the all see eyes. The tip of the pyramid. The avaricious and lustful gaze of men who saw others as nothing but vectors to power and profit.

It had taken the world apart with two metallic hands, and now pointed at the horizon towards Aspin.

“What‘a happening?” Elizabeth cried out as the otherworldly figure shot a beam of energy out of it’s finger. It was like nothing any of the contestants of the ancient world had ever seen. Where once there was a city, thriving with NPCS, buildings, life, and community, there was now nothing. Less than nothing, there was T.V static. An explosion warped the town and wherever the shockwaves of that explosion rippled, vanished.

"We're getting canceled!" Skylar screamed.

---

"It's beautiful." Babs gasped as she watched a portion of Skylar's world vanish completely. She watched the nothing that followed, the fuzzy T.V static. That seemed as much of a hell to her as anything Satan could think up. In that static, there was nothing, no signal, not plot, no viewership. An agonizing nothingness that still played, and played, and played, but from which nothing ever emerged.

"We should get out of here!" Karen cried and threw herself at Bab's stocking covered legs. "He's going to destroy us."

Babs batted the girl away. "Patience, Karen, Patience." Babs craned her head upwards where the final fruit hung heavily from it's branches. Skylar had prepared a platform beneath the fruit, this is where she planned to host her finale. So the platform followed the fruit around, even as the host moved it about. "Skylar will be here any moment." It was annoying that big oaf couldn't wait a few more moments for them to arrive. He just had to go destroying everything now. Babs hated being on a time crunch.

Satan was with the two of them, sitting in his throne arms crossed. "That Idiot better remember I'm in here too." He shot a nasty glance at the megalithic monster hell bent on destroying all of creation. "The universe is going to have something to say if I end up dying." He then tugged on the leash Babs had so kindly provided him, and pulled a squealing Karen back into his orbit. “Now as we await our end, tell me again how you helped Morgan usurp me?”

---

"Helen!" Stan ran through the grass fields towards the crater Lilith had made out of Helen. "Are you alright?" He dug his fingers into her red fur. She was still and unresponsive. Though his touch seemed to have some kind of effect on her, every moment that passed she seemed to shrink, and her fur began getting thinner and thinner. Stan took this as a good thing, and massaged away until she was back to her normal stake, look quite small and naked in the large hole she'd created for herself. Stan didn't know how to measure an injury on a dog, but Helen, the human seemed to be alright. She must have just had the wind knocked out of her.

It takes more than that to take out a hell hound.

"Stan? She mumbled groggily.

"Yeah I'm here." He took his eyes off her and looked towards the rapidly dissipating Horizon. The producer's beam was sweeping close and closer to the tree, to the lodge, to the entirety of creation.

---

"Erica!" Joan struggled to push the impossibly heavy girl off of her.

"I see it." Erica watched mesmerized as the landscape began to vanished around them. "I don't even know what I'm looking at..."

"It's ****!" Joan began to punch at Erica's ribs, but her gauntlet clanked and clapped off harmlessly. "We have to get away."

Erica grumbled, so comfortable in her roll as sloth, that even running to save her life seemed like an effort. "But we're having so much fun." She leaned down to kiss and nibble on Joan's neck.

"We have to run! We'll die Erica! All of this will be for nothing!"

Erica groaned. "Whatever!" She drew herself to her feet, and then grabbed Joan by the straps of her armor, she used her demonic strength to fling Joan through the sky, and into the tree of knowledge.

---

"We have to get out of here!" Stand threw Helen over his shoulders, hooked her legs under his arms and started sprinting across the filed.

It was heroic on the small scale, hilarious when you saw how quickly the Producers' beam was sweeping through the landscape erasing everything they'd known for weeks now. It was futile, beyond futile.

"I'm slowing you down," Helen warned him, trying to pull herself off.

"What are you doing?" Helen only slowed him down more by trying to get off. "You'll get destroyed."

"It's better than going back to hell." She said it was a way to comfort him, but that didn’t work.

"We're getting out of this!" Stan's feet seemed to move faster, towards the tree, and whatever safety they could find there. If indeed there was any. That monster was so immense and outlandish it was only peeking into their world. Looming over it like a human over a fishbowl. Just as contemptive of the life inside.

"Stop!" She pounded on his shoulders. "Too many people have died for me! I'm not letting you join them!"

"Who's the master here?" He grunted, and trudged forward.

Helen gasped as she looked up and saw that horrible entity aiming it's pointer finger at her, and Stan. She gasped, and gripped his shoulders. "I've killed you!"

Stand growled, and planted his feet in the ground once more. He felt himself channeling Boudica as he let out a yell. "Stop with all your self-pity Helen! I've saving you because you're important to me! Now save me!"

Helen gasped, and looked away from her impending doom, down to the back of Stan's head. He wasn't moving, wasn't flinching. He was putting all his faith in her. Because he trusted her... this... this was someone who truly cared for her! She smiled and stared up at the being who would dare to destroy them all. He eyes blazed and she stared him in his many innumerable eyes. "You wouldn’t destroy my Harem would you?" She said with a perfectly pathetic whimper.

Then to the surprise of all the world... he flinched.

The beam of energy stopped charging. He stared into Helen's bug puppy dog eyes, and couldn't bring himself to destroy her.

"I knew you were the one!"

The camera pans over the distance between Helen and the lodge. It’s a sweeping shot that ends with Eve whooping groggily. She was surrounded by debris and bottles of booze. She was very nearly black out drunk, so she took one more gulp of whisky to push her over the edge. "Iz only got wun shot at this!" She giggled, and stumbled into a table. "Soooooo hold him der!" She belched and curled her muscles. Elizabeth's drunken trait had been nothing but a pain for her, it's hurt her game in incomprehendably numerous way, but it had always promised something to her. A single moment of perfect clarity and competency if she just pushed herself to her limit. The boards of the lobby cracked and splinted as she gathered up all her might and drunken power.

One moment, of perfection.

"Ultimate move!" She yelled, pushing herself off of the lodge's balcony with such **** that it broke the branches of the tree, and sent the entire balcony tumbling down to it's destruction down on the ground below. The air around her caught fire as she ripped through the air, towards the producer's big stupid face. "DRUNK DRIVING TOWARDS EDEN!"

The hit connected with the producers, and jerked his head backwards, knocking it out of their reality, and back into the void.

Eve grinned as she felt the entirety of her body drain of power, the tendrils of drunk rest wrapped around her. "Get the fruit!" She hollered to the rest of creation.

---

"Holy shit!" Mary cried as the ground beneath her rumbled, cracked, and slid back towards the Earth. Everyone had left her to die on that Balcony!

It made sense, no one wanted the blood thirsty demon of Wrath to win the competition, even now, but they could have at least left her out of the friendly fire!

---

Cleopatra looked to Elizabeth as the two of them ran along the branches of knowledge. By her count that was Mary, Eve, Erica, Helen, and Olympias out. Boudica raced ahead of them. The warrior queen peerless in battle, in her element. God only knows how she survived that show back in the studio, but once again she was sailing ahead. "We're all that's left!"

"Elizabeth caught her eyes and nodded. The countess then looked at Skylar. "You promise that we'll get our wishes if we claim that fruit?"

"Yes!" Skylar was limping behind them along with Mark Anthony and Elizabeth's husband. She wasn't looking too hot. "After completing the wish you'll all get sent back to hell, out of the producer's reach."

Boudica stared straight ahead. Eyes fixed on the fruit, even as her now bare feet navigated the knots, and bark of the branches. "One big victory!" She cried out to God, let me just win once!"

"Boudica!" Cleopatra pushed her body past it's exhaustion. She was probably only able to manage this by drawing on her greed, on that final prize. That final challenge. Her brand glowed gold, it's sheen spreading out to to her muscles, replacing weak flesh with the unerring might of metal. She pushed, and pushed herself to match speed with this peerless woman. "What are you going to wish for?"

“What?”

Cleo smiled, so she knew it wasn’t a trap. “I’m greed! I get my measure of a person by learning what they want!”

The redhead jumped over a gap between branches, and then then held her hand out to flings the others to the side. "Ugh, I don know." She slung Elizabeth over. "What's yours?"

Cleopatra took the hand, placed her trust in her enemy, and felt herself land safely on the branch.

What was her wish? It had been to bring back her Mark Anthony, and then what? Money, power, so so so much corruption. Then she lost her trait, and it was to cure Mark Anthony, now he'd infected her and suddenly that didn't seem so important. All of it was so mercurial, so flimsy. It changed, and changed, with whether she had something, or whether she didn't. Then she thought back to the salt flats, back to her declaration that she wanted to be like Stan, and she suddenly knew. "I'm going to wish that Stan becomes the master of the Harem!"

Boudica continued racing on. "What's your angle there, if you win you'll automatically become Satan's favorite. Why would you need to replace him with Stan?" Boudica figured that because Cleo was Stan's favorite she'd want him in a position of power. It did make sense with the schemer she'd come to know.

"It won't help me any, but a hell of a lot of people will be more happy with him in charge!" Cleopatra gave a golden smile and pulled ahead in the race.

Boudica was so shocked by this confession, that she actually fell behind Elizabeth.

For the vampire she was letting her stomach lead the way. Her brand, was hungry and that fruit looked delectable. Her brand had melded with her vampiric influcnes and as they drew closer to asscension she become more swift, lighter, almost bird like as she bounced along the thinner branches and twigs.

"What about you Elizabeth?" Boudica called out.

Elizabeth considered this as she glided amonst the path. "I can feel he's changing. I really do believe what he said, I think he can love."

The two scoffed, and made unpleasant noises at this.

"Laugh all you want, I know what it's like having your name drawn through the mud, and being **** to conform to the evil people know you for. If I win, I'm going to wish someone loved him from the very start. Imagine how the world would be there different!"

As silly as that Sounded Boudica couldn't help but feel stupid. Elizabeth had the vast imagination to try and think of a way to help The Devil himself. Boudica still had nothing, no way to save the world like she'd promised Erica and Eve. Now these two, the enemies were going to do it!

"You girls lack in imagination!" Babs called out as the group reached the final stage of the confrontation. "Money, wealth, men! You can wish for anything, power, happiness, glory! Why not skip the middleman? Why give your wish up trying to fix your master, you're going to becomes his slaves one way or another, might as well fight for your own happiness!"

As babs taunted, them Olympias moved forward and blocked the sole path leading to The Final Fruit's resting spot. This was their last challenge.

Boudica moved forward, somehow she'd been keeping a reserve of energy in store for this moment. "Move aside Olympias!" She screamed, her hands were enflamed with pink fires, snowy white hair begin to streak her pink mane.

Olympias stood proudly resolute, her horns adorned her head like they were the crown of all creation, all of demonhood. She was their mistress. The unadulterated vision of authority among their kind, among their Harem. Gloriously purple wings of silk extended from her back, and spread wide like month wings, blocking even more the way to victory. She was glory, she was the queen, she was the pride of the harem. Too look upon her was to see and understand supreme authority, and to know that you were but a submissive ant to the will of it. "Bow to your Queen!" She flapped her wings a single time, and the burst of air it produced cracked branches, and vaporized leafs on the spot.

It was only the combined auras of three like demons that the lot of them were not thrown to the Horizon.

"She's too strong!" Elizabeth cried out.

Satan smiled, pleased that his soon to be wife was putting on such a display. "She's here Babs." He said, meaning Skylar. "Take her and let's be done with all of this."

Boudica had no patience for whatever machinations these beings had in her mind. Her eyes were ablaze with an angry pink. All that she knew is that Olympias was standing in her way for the absolute last time. "You two get up!" She barked and pulled Cleopatra and Elizabeth up behind her. "I take Olympias, you two seize a fruit."

Now it was Cleopatra's turn to be suspicious. "You're just going to give up your chance?"

Boudica gritted her teeth, a sob almost dared to escape from her. "I don know what's good fer anyone. Me daughters... meself. I erased my whole existence just ta get **** on my enemy... I always thought it was going to be Erica gettin' the wish, and I'd be helpin' her..." She glared as she saw pity that eyes of the two women. "Don't you dare go lookin' at me like that! I know what I'm good at." She turned her back to them and balled up her fists again. "And I don't want to burn the world down, so one of you cunts make sure you get it right this time!"

The two women, nodded, and ran behind Boudica as she charged back up the limb. The two of them completely misunderstanding Boudica's intent. They thought that the queen was giving up, sacrificing herself, because she couldn't think of a wish that would make all this suffering worth while. Maybe that part was true. Maybe Boudica didn't have her wish yet, but she would have rather wasted the wish than give it to someone she didn't trust.

In truth this charge now, was a reward for the two of them. They'd earned the respect of The Iceni's #1 Loser. The Goddess of war had heard their wishes, and found them worthy.

Boudica's brand was no good in a fight. If anything it was distracting. The bimbo inside of her, the cheerleader, they marveled and lusted, and drooled with great appreciation at the goddess they were heading towards. They didn't want to hurt her, they wanted to serve Olympias, to please her, and they hoped to be pleased in return.

The Great Mistress, flapped her wings once more. This time the **** of the wind left gouges in Boudica's body, streams of blood ran through the air like stremers, but she didn't stop, did not stammer, did not slow! "I'm am authority Boudica! My will will not be questioned! I am The Queen!"

Boudica's hair was rapidly turning blonde. Her stores of knowledge, her will, her resistance was all fadding away, channeling into her fist. She kept her thoughts on one lustful idea, one thing that could be of use to her in this conflict. She didn't get any wing as she transformed into her demonic nature, just dumber, sleeker, thicker, so much more plump and fuckable in all the right areas, but nothing to help her with a punch. Even as her sour sweat turned to sweet bubble gum, and he lips blossomed into sweet pillows, and her voice took on a high pitched mew, she channeled everything into THIS! "I am rebellion, and the thought of punching you is making me WET!"

The two stuck each other as Boudica came into range.

Boudica providing an obliviating uppercut to the mistress.

Olympias punching down into the jaw of the bimbo.

The **** of their blows sent out and explosion, that whipped up the wind around them into a typhoon.

Each wibbled, wobbbled, and with begruding grins of respects, fell to the ground, limp as a fish.

The World's last hopes, Cleopatra and Elizabeth were each blown off the tree by the impact. Elizabeth called upon her demonic core to grow bat wings. Cleopatra was able to once more channel her command over magic, to produce wings of magic. Each used the air currents to whip around from the sides, their arms outstretched for the prize!

"Shit!" Satan climbed up his throne, and jumped into the air to snatched the fruit off of it's branch. "Babs end this!" His finger's grazed the fruit!

"Don't get greedy!" Sky threw her hand out and made a motion like she was drawing back a whip. The fruit flew from it's branch towards her. Her wound expand, vaporating everything from her bellybutton to her left elbow.

All in vain.

The Fruit flew towards her only to get stuck between the two forces. Cleopatra, Elizabeth, and Satan all collided mid air, and fell to the platform beneath them.

Babs held her own hand out, the fruit floated between mother and daughter. "Skylar stop this tantrum! They're going to destroy you! Let me save you!"

"Karen!" Skylar ignored her mother, nothing to say to that thing. "I found our soul! Help me beat her, and we can be human again!"

"What nonsense are you prattling?" Babs spat, and flicked her hand, drawing the fruit closer.

"We used to be human Karen, but they took our souls from us, and made us these empty dolls! I want to be with you again, I want to be human!"

Karen took a step forward. "I..."

Babs slapped her down. "Don't even think about it!"

Satan had no interest in any of this. "Elizabeth grab it!"

"I can't." Elizabeth grumbled, trying to get Cleopatra's foot out of her neck.

"Not you."

Bursting through the branches Skylar had imprisoned her within Evil Elizabeth, that great and bloated vampric monstrosity swept through the air, mouth poised to consume the fruit in one bite.

Game Over!

UNTIL!

Joan and Erica came flying though the encounter, each wrestling with the other for control of their in air grapple. They brought the fruit, and the monsterous Evil Elizabeth with them as the speed of a rocket, and sent all four of them flying towards mars. Their speed and fight blasted a hole through the canopy the size of a bus.

"No you don't!" Babs and Skylar said at the same time, each pulled the brawl towards them like dogs on a leash. Skylar, burning through the rest of her left arm, and part of her neck and hip.

The sudden jerk, pulled the conflict of heaven and hell back towards the conflict of The Studio and The Human Race. This however had the unintended consequence of shifting the direction of Joan's Next Attack. The arc of golden energy she'd intended to sling towards the horizon where it could do no harm, other than to Erica, instead changed directions. The great sickle of energy cut right through The Tree of Knoweldge and carved a deep Valley into what little space was left of the ground below.

"Are you kidding me?" Elizabeth cried out as they all began to fall towards the ground.

"Fuck your surprise!" Satan grumbled shoving Elizabeth off of him. "Get the fruit!"

I've been throwing a lot of shit at, you so the current image is this:

Everyone and everything and now dropping towards the ground.

Boudica and Olympias are both **** and dropping towards the ground. The two heavy weights are out.

Erica and Joan and still entangled, reinacting the war of the angels from the dawn of the universe. Both human girls now incarnate with the power of their realms, each drafted into this war, each now lost to its fanaticism and madness.

Skylar, Babs, and Karen now all in freefall. There's not much of Skylar left, but her will has not faded. She's willing to give everything to this, even if she can't be ruinited with Karen she's willing to give her life to right the wrongs she's committed against these girls, a deed she considers almost worthy of a soul. Karen is falling from the sky too, but she's more considered with what Skylar just told her. Karen had always assumed they were made from the motes of a star or some kind of jewel. She'd never considered she'd been human before... Babs cared nothing for the fruit, she only needed to reach out and grab what was left of her girl...

Satan was now **** to get that fruit into the mouth of Evil Elizabeth, not his first choice, but he admired her malice. He'd do anything to keep it out of the hands of those damn fools who wanted to save the world.

"Stop!" Elizabeth grabbed his hand and jerked him towards her, though now their feet were lifting from the platform.

"What are you doing?" Satan was wild-eyed. Very well ready to kill to win.

Yet Elizbeth met his with the same stone faced certainty. "Prove you love us."

He wheeled his arm back. "Prove what?" He tried to pull away, but he was mortal. She was the **** here.

She didn't flinch. "Let us decide this."

He wanted to say a million things. Fuck you, being prime among them. How dare she put into his head that he could love, and let alone love her. Power was within his reach, and he wasn’t the type of thing who let others settle such a thing for him.

Somehow she seemed to hear the entire outpouring he wanted to unleash upon her. She tightened her grip, and he knew then that she'd made peace with Cleopatra winning it all. She'd hold him, down and let the Queen of the Nile add the Styx to her collection of rivers. "You've held onto the most spectacular hatred, so I know you can love just as deeply. So prove it!"

What the hell did that mean? If she was just going to hold him down, how was he supposed to...

He unclenched his muscles, and just as he knew she would Elizabeth let go of him.

They were flowing as one, totally in synch, even as he used his own body to pulled her close, spin her around and point her towards the grand prize.

'This is what's capable when two hearts connect' he though in awe at the effortless way he'd understood her plan, knew what she wanted of him.

If Cleopatra won she'd replace him with Stan, and if Elizabeth won he'd have everything... including her love. All of this said in a way he'd only possibly understand if...

"Launch!"

"See you on the other side!" Elizabeth pressed off of him with all of her ****, and shot forward through the air towards the fruit. Cleopatra was just inches, away her own magic giving her a boost. Each stretched out their hands, Boudica and Olympias falling around them. Erica reached out from the ball of black and white wings, of darkness and gold to add her own hand to the challenge.

"Got it!"

"Got it!"

"Got it!"

Three hands clutched around the fruit, the final battle for...

The ground was not an infinite resource, everyone hit the ground like a ton of bricks. A mile long fall was not a gentle one.

By all rights everyone should be dead.

Anyway.

The three fruit clutchers hit the ground, the fruit simply popped out of their hands, and rolled along the slight incline of the grassy field.

Add to the chaos now Eve's **** body, a conscious Helen and Stan who were running to add their own competition for a fruit, and Cleopatra who landed behind Erica, and next to Skylar.

The whole gang was here, Sans Mary. The fight just about left all of them.

The perfect time for someone to make an unexpected appearance.

Finally pulling himself back to consciousness from a killer blow from Eve, the Producer emerged and groggily peered back the world of his own creation. He hefted his pointer finger up, and aimed it at the entirety of the cast gathered up on the field. The tree of knowledge had been felled so he had a clear, and perfect shot of all the pests who'd made his career a disaster. "Skylar..." His voice rumbled over the landscape like that of God himself. "In the words of the greatest president; you're fired." A ball of energy built up at the tip of his finger, his eyes firmly trained on his failure of a host.

"Shit." Satan peeled himself up, just to look into the sky and see his own ****. This guy was really going to do it.

"After all of this." Helen buried her face in Stan's shoulder. "It's not fair."

"Why is this happening?" Elizabeth shook her head.

"Boudica fucked up." Cleopatra said, smoothly glossing over her own **** on the multiverse.

Skylar glared at her boss as she loomed over them. For once she felt not fear, only anger and contempt. "This is not good television!"

"Leave it to the maid, and clean up everyone's mess." Mary on the other hand, still had plenty of shit to get kicked out of her.

And she was wrath.

Devoted totally to war she had nothing to give, but more and more aggression, until she rocketed into The Producer's finger, and threw it off aim. She shot clipped the edge of the world and evaporated the mile worth of tree that hung off the side. The mountains, town, even most of the field was gone now. They were down to the stump, the lodge, and the fruit teetering of the edge of oblivion.

But Mary was not satisfied with simply throwing off The Producer's aim. She slid down to the base of his finger, and gripped it. Planting her feet on the palm of his hand, she lifted, and lifted, and with a cry of Agony ripped his finger right off! Electrical cables and wiring sizzled and sprayed everywhere.

the massive finger fell towards the ground, tip first. The cackling Mary sought the aim the weapons towards the producer and use it against him, but even as she began to swing the many tonned appendage upwards it transformed. What had been a city destroying laser beam-finger combo was now the universe's largest vibrator. Some twenty feet around it was an impressive sight, and of course Mary was compelled to put it to use.

Luckily her trait had a little decorum, and chose not to try and shove it all up inside of her. Instead it impaled the ground, like a spear and our maid sat there on the ground, leg's spread wide, cunt pressed against the vibrator as it shook and generated temors that could be felt in Mali. "OoOOOOoOoOoooooOOooooOOOOOoOOOOOOOOOOooOooOOOOOoooooOOooOOOOOOOOOOOoo GooOOOoOOOoOoOoOoOOOOOooooooooOOOooooOOood!"

Erica was the first to find her feet, followed not far behind by Joan.

No one had ever seen the saint look so concerned, so haggered. Nothing she'd thrown at Erica had even made a scratch, and her words had been just as useless. The girl she'd known was truly gone, and her banner wasn't going to help if it couldn't scratch her.

"I'll get it Daddy!" Erica said, turning her back on Joan. Heedless of any harm or danger the saint could bestow upon her.

"I won't let this happen!" Joan brandished her spear for one last attack.

Helen had dismounted Stand and was tumbling towards the fruit, Cleopatra was up on her feet too and making a sprint as well.

"I've got no more time to play with Joan." Erica zipped forward propelled by the power of her four wings, she went to pass Cleopatra up, but to her surprise as she passed The Queen of the Nile the little fuck spun around and Clotheslined Erica. Naturally Erica's speed and power shattered the mortal's arm, but what she hadn't been expecting was that her armor would suddenly come to life. The slothful mouths of her moaning armor, yawned open, revealing hugs gaps in her protection. Her breasts, back, stomach, pussy all seemed to be exposed as her protection suddenly became an instrument of ****, kneading and molesting her flesh within it's sinister grasp. "Aaah!" Erica cried, losing focus she stumbled forward on the ground, she spun around and for the first time noticed that there were two Cleopatra's on the field. There was the one she'd been wrestling with for the fruit, and the second one who'd made the run for the fruit. "How is that..."

The Cleopatra with the broken arm, suddenly shifted it's appearance, now becoming a perfect copy of Eve, down to the house dress. She was the Clone Eve had made the day before, the one she'd disguised as Cleopatra to fool the camera. She'd stayed hidden the entire conflict, and once she'd noticed that Joan couldn't touch Erica's armor found herself in the perfect position to make a difference. The clone being endowed with Eve's Level 3 tainted Tailoring meant that she could corrupt the clothing of others, even Erica's armor. Which would explain the smile on the clones face, despite the busted armor.

Erica snarled, feeling outsmarted but now sure why. "What the hell are you smiling about? You think just... hhhurk!" She suddenly, gasped, and coughed. Her stomach run through with a flaming spear. Unpleasant at the best of times.

Joan's spear roared in her hands, the flag, and spear, and all of Erica's evil going up in flames.

Erica naturally let out an anguished cry... painful screech... a tormented wail... okay, well there are times where words failed to capture to true magnitude of suffering a human can endure. Her being, her very altered core was purged of all the taint this show had inflicted upon her. All her sins, the darkness, the evil, the false memories. She was purified in the same way that molten iron is purified of nickle. This wasn't the balm of a doctor, it was a horrifically painful remaking of what this show had made of her. "Fight through it." Joan clutched her companion tight. "Fight it, Mon Cur."

Erica had every right to die, and she still might. It was only the healing nature of Joan's attack that gave Erica a fighting chance. That and Joan's own nature as a spirit, she'd never killed anyone.

She'd hate to have started now.

Erica screamed and and sobbed and flailed in Joan's grasp as the fires consumed her. All eyes seemed to drift to them as a moment of cosmic import seemed to be taking place.

Then like a flickering candle the flames went out, and good ol' hispanic Erica collapsed into Joan's arms. She sobbed, feeling herself arrive at the tail end of a journey, and only now finding herself lacking the strength to finish. "I failed." She sobbed.

"Non." Joan took the two of them to the ground, and called her young charge. "I failed you, I promised I'd protect you, and..."

"You did." Erica smiled and lifted her hand to stroke the cheek of her protector. "You came back for me, even though I threw you away..."

Joan smiled, and kissed Erica's fingers. "I did..." She feared to ask anymore of the girl than just living, but... "Can you continue?"

Erica's face quenched up into an ugly pucker, and she shook her head. "No... this world is too much for a girl."

Joan let her head collapse, the full scope of her failure hanging all around her, but still she nodded her head, and stroked Erica's hair. "Then rest. Let me pray over you."

"This entire show was a mistake!" The Producer lifted itself back into a looming position, head dented, finger vibratorized. He clutched the edges of the world in his hands. "Your plots are slap dashed and improvised, your characterizations are 2-dimensional and flat, and there's not enough sex!"

At this point there was a noise arising from the lodge. Despite it's great tumble, that old thing was still standing. Still solid and in one. The Hotel was always the last thing to go.

"That's where you're wrong!" Molly called, kicking the door to the lodge open, having waited for her moment. Master Peaks and his blushing bride Bar-Bae came out with her, ready to offer their emotional support.

"Peaks?" The Producer tilted his head in confusion. "What are you doing here?"

"So you're the bastard that ruined our lives?" Peaks ever the picture of masculinity, took off his suit jacket and began to roll up his sleeve. Bae nearly fainted and latched onto him with all the adoration of a true believer. "Oh my god baby, you're so hot. Kick his ass."

Molly growled and stomped her foot. "I said, that's where you're wrong!" She shouted over the din of chaos.

The producer turned it's ever watching eyes to her. "What?"

Molly was gritting her teeth by this point. "You said there hasn't been enough sex. So no I'm saying THAT's WHERE YOU'RE WRONG!" She brought out her phone, and typed something out. "Because you're about to get fucked."

At this point a door opened up in the void behind The Producer. At one moment there was no door, and then the next there was. Out from this door, Mollys began to flow out of the opening as if it were a portal to an ocean. Hundreds, thousands, millions of Mollys rushed out of that door and onto the producer!

All the mannequins in storage, that Molly had turned into herself and told to awaken the others now came out to take vengeance on the being who'd sentenced them to such a wretched non-existence. They jumped on him and began kicking and biting at any of his exposed bits they could. They were rabid angry little things, filled with the fury all righteous beasts are when confronting their cruel gods.

"Freedom!" Molly cried out to his sisters in Mollyhood.

They all whooped, and kicked, his many eyed head looked passably like a soccerball. "Asshole! Prick!" They shouted and grunted, and brought him to his knees.

The producer wailed in agony a million tiny ants suddenly crawled over him, and meant to rip him apart. "The Dolls, how?" This shouldn't be possible, how was all of this happening. In so short a time, their whole empire was in ruin. How? How? "Who are you girls?"

Satan smirked. "You don't know the premise to your own show?" He fanned his hands out to his beaten and exhausted women. "These are the most evil women in history, and you thought you could make sport of them? And ME?"

The producer grunted. "Lucifer, help me... we can't let these mortals win."

"Doesn't the master always win on Harem Hotel?" He smirked and waved his hands, all but giving Molly permission to rip him apart bit by bit. "Besides, do you have any idea how much I've been wanting one of your souls?"

The Producer now growled, and let loose all the rage a man can when he thinks he's been robbed of what is rightfully and effortlessly his. With a snap of his broken fingers, he channeled all of his hopes and dreams into his last **** line of defense. "Babs, you're the host now. Do whatever you have to do to..."

"Already on it darling." Babs flicked her hand pulled the fruit out of Helen’s hands. The beauty was just about to bite down on the all powerful treat, but ended up chomping on air like Ed Edd and Eddy on the exclusive jawbreaker.

“Ah come on!” Helen grunted. Using whatever was left inside of her she turned around and ran for Babs. She was the last girl standing.

“Come now.” Babs smiled and waved her hand. A great pressure brought everyone to the ground. Pinned there, not by ****, but by fact. They were all simply pinned to the ground. “I know Skylar had taught you not to attack the host by now!”

“You’re not the host!” Skylar stood her ground. Only the hosts, the Producers’ toys and puppets remained in their feet. Babs, Karen and Skylar. “I am!”

The old starlet had amazing patience for someone so cruel. Maybe it was the absolutely certainty of her win. But she just smiled at Skylar, looking on the outside like a woman in love. “Oh yes I am, the boss just said so.” She wafted the fruit under her nose like it was a perfume sample. “What exactly were you going to do with this fruit anyway?”

Skylar bared her teeth. “Make someone’s dream come true.”

“Ha!” Babs gave a musical laugh. “I suppose that is what it’s there for. I never had a dream, I only looked forward to the next season… until you brats took it from me. Then I started dreaming!"

"I'm sorry that, you got old and bitter, and that the producers threw you away, but that's not our fault!"

"No one threw me away!" Babs swiped her hand, and **** hit Skylar strong enough to send her stumbling to the side. "The audience just got distracted by something shiny, but I'm back. I'll have my own show, until the end o time."

"I won't let you!"

Babs sniffed, and smiled. "Skylar, I've already won. I have your powers, your show, your little wish. I've got Karen, my programming slot all lined up. All of this is for you." Babs smiled and took a step closer, Karen was hot on her heels, like a dog. The goth almost hid herself behind her mother, as if her boxum body would be a shield against whatever toxic words Skylar had ready. "Can't you see I'm trying to save you?"

Save her? That hurt worse than the slap. "Did you know?" Skylar growled the words out. "Did you know I was human, before you made me into this monster?"

Babs thought about this. She chewed the words over, almost judging to see if the truth of Skylar's question had any hold on her. "No." She answered finally. "But it feels true, doesn't it?"

Damn. Skylar would have preferred Babs knowing. "Then help me! Screw this show, screw the producers. I can take you to your soul, and we can all be humans again!"

"Why would I want that?" As Babs spoke the pinned and helpless contestants began to be pulled towards her, like the was the center of gravity. "We spent our whole lives fixing humans, tweaking, changing, destroying, why would I ever want to go back to being one of them?"

"Because..."

"Skylar my patience grows thin, and you're upsetting Karen." The contestants were now assembled around her in a circle. Like she was the sun, and they were her eight rays of light. "I'm going to finish up your season. Maybe remembering what things were like when we were a family will change your mind. If not... I've done all a mother can do."

Babs tossed The fruit up in the air, and stepped out of the circle. Each of the contestants outstretched a hand to reach for it, eight hands each grasping for ultimate power.

"Ladies and gentleman we've reached the end of the road!" The Camera is now focused on Babs, tilted, at a slant. Your mind's eye is drawn to her, there's no camera, no crew left, but our sights are squarely fixed on her now. "Round seven has been complete, all that's left now is to judge their work, and to cast a final vote. We've had a hell of a season with you, and we hate to have it end but..." She brought out a cigarette and let it light itself. "All good things come to an end."