Fools always judged by appearance, and I tolerated no fools.
Wherever I went, wherever my blades touched, became death and destruction and flowing blood.
“She isn’t a human!” someone yelled from somewhere.
“Too late to realize that now,” I said softly.
My blades flowed with black blood, and the air reeked of fear, anger, and desperation.
They hadn’t seen anything like me in the pit, but now they saw and they wouldn’t get out of here alive.
The only good demon was a dead demon.
One less demon, one less bit of trouble for my friends on Earth.
When I’d fought Asmodeus, I’d been in my weakest state and I hadn’t wanted to maim him since I believed that he might be of use.
But now, boosted by Loki’s powerful blood, I became a psychopath on a killing spree.
I wasthedemon princess, and they were all my prey.
My superior demonic power rippled through me, dark, formidable, and merciless. It grew stronger, feeding on fear and destruction.
In killing, I claimed another part of my birthright.
“Stop the mad cow!” Shouts increased.
I snickered.
The demons, witches, and mages ran from me, and I hunted them. Blades cut, slashed, and hacked. Heads rolled from their necks, blood surged like mobile fountains, and horns stuck into the scorching, bloody sand.
I purred. My red leather jacket, pants, and boots were drenched with mostly black blood.
I was the instigator of death who had returned to Hell.
“Ring the fucking bell,” someone else called. “The culling is over! We have less than a hundred contestants left.”
The toll chimed.
The remaining demons, witches, and mages stopped racing away from me. They thought they were safe from me.
I spun in the air, did a roundhouse kick using their stilled bodies for leverage, and beheaded another dozen contestants.
“You don’t play by the rules!” a tall witch yelled, tossing spells at me.
The other contestants had tried that already, but none of their spells worked on me. I didn’t know if it was because of my royal power or if Loki’s blood could naturally defuse spells cast by his inferiors.
Whatever worked was fine by me.
“Rules are for you fucking morons,” I laughed coldly, “never for me.”
I thrust my blade into the tall witch’s black heart and didn’t bother watching her drop as I turned to slay another.
A rush of adrenaline pumped through my veins.
I roared in joy at killing.
A glyph appeared on the back of my left hand, glowing, and I felt another one radiate and burn on the side of my face.