Matriarchal Society 2

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Zeon's kick hit squarely in her chest sending the former Goddess stumbling backward, allowing herself to fall Ziccarra phase through a wall before rolling into a crouched position.

They'd been literally fighting for weeks, both of them expired the same day, Ziccarra before Zeon; but ever since the Liafador of Rage fix her eyes on Ziccarra they'd been at each other's throats.

"...There is...no point in us fighting anymore you ignorant curr...WE ARE DEAD!" Ziccarra screamed pushing back to a verticle base. As she did her eyes peered behind her to the people in some sort of office. It looked as if their day was just beginning, however; they could not see the former Spanish President standing in the middle of the office. They'd been fighting for so long it was hard to remember where this fight actually started off at.

6 months ago

That is Zeon...
That is Zeon...

"Yes the world has changed a lot since the 60's, I remember waking up some days not entirely sure I was living in the same world." She said peering into the misty sky.

Though she was born toward the ending of the Cold War, Ziccarra vaguely remembered what that time period was like. Though she was sure Spain had it's own troubles then.

"Music is different, There are so many different types of music now I cannot begin to even name them all. Of course, I like more of the classical kinds of music. Maya tends to like pop, Catalina likes hip-hop." She said with a curious brow, she hadn't actually taken the time to listen to any of it. "There are just too many genres to name, but one thing is for sure. The quality is gone down since you were there"

She said sharing a genuine chuckle with the woman credited for giving her husband Alexis his values. It was weird, she'd been dead only for a couple of minutes, but the peace was here. There was no tension, nor a single reason to worry--something she didn't have when she died the last time.

Suddenly both Z and Alexa jump at the sound of a woman shrieking at the top of her lungs, calling for Ziccarra.

"Who da heck was that'" Alexa asked her Texas dialect nearly made Z second guess the question. "That is Zeon..." she sighed...feeling as though their conflict had not yet been resolved--despite the fact that they were now dead.

Now

To this point in the fight Ziccarra maintained a strictly defensive posture, only striking when she absolutely had to; but now the entire situation was beginning to tick her off. Without their powers, the two women were sort of on even footing. Both spent years practicing some sort of fighting style, Ziccarra specifically trained under Quintus Knightfall, Grandmaster Ishin and Alexis; but she also boasted her own unique attributes that made fighting hand to hand a pain--like her flexibility.

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The Liafador Franchise took two steps preparing to retaliate before, turning behind her. The living was in some sort of panic, they all rushed toward the nearest windows to see what had happened.

"Stay focused..." she told herself. She had to treat them as if they didn't exist. All she heard as she charged back out to do battle with Zeon was that a bridge supposedly fell.

Back on the outside Z look her niece in the eyes with malice for the first time since their last fight.

"I do not know what drives you. You took my life, that is what you wanted. But still, you are not happy. You would rather fight me knowing it means nothing than to enjoy your time in the afterlife. But, I am thru. I am a merciful God. If you want me to take your pride in death than consider it done. You Blasphemous bastard" Taking off in a full sprint Z, Z slid across the ground before pushing upward hoping to drive her knees into the abdomen of Zeon.

Quickly rebounding to catch the recoil the Cardinal Queen again saw to drive another knee into Zeon's face, Zeon's reactions were harder to predict without her telepathy, but if she guessed correctly the subsequent knee strike would force the Rage Queen's head backward, allowing Z to finish off with a swift but efficient straight leg kick towards the jaw.

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Six months ago

A gasp of air filled her lungs as she sat up, her eyes looking about to find herself in Italy, where the family winery was. The Castello Cardinale. It was here she was raised, it was where she learned the ways of the Cardinals, it was where she swore to her father her allegiance to him, where she decided she would live her life for the family. Now she was here. She was dead, but not in the Cardinal Afterlife she was promised she was... she was… stuck, in this fantasma ghost of a world. She shouldn't have been brought here. Why was she here! She should be in the Cardinal Afterlife? She lived her life by the rules of the family! She condemned the one's who didn't! She fought, no, DIED for the Cardinal Law. She dedicated her entire life, her very soul to the family! Why was she here!? WHY WAS SHE HERE!?

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Anger built up inside her chest, but it wasn’t like before, it was like an explosion, it hurt. There was pain, pain unlike she had felt when she was alive. Tears streamed down her face, her jaw clenched in agony. Everything she believed in, everything... was a lie? There was no Cardinal Afterlife? There was no reward for her sacrifice? There was... nothing... only this. She lived her entire life to live by these rules only for it to be for NOTHING! But then... something familiar was felt, and the anger that was inside, turned into pure rage. “Ziccarra.” She hissed through her teeth. So now, for all eternity, if Zeon had to suffer with this pain… she would make the woman who caused it to suffer with her!

Now

How long had they been fighting? She lost track after a few weeks. Day after day, almost non-stop since Zeon found Ziccarra, the two had been engaged in an eternal combat. No weapons, no armor, no powers, just hand to hand, using every skill they had against each other. Ziccarra attempted several times to speak to her. To talk her down, but it never worked. It was as if Zeon sole purpose, sole reason for existing in this… this… nothingness, was to fight Ziccarra. Her words fell on what seemed like deaf ears. Nothing phased through her rage, not Ziccarra, not the world around them… nothing.

"I do not know what drives you. You took my life, that is what you wanted. But still, you are not happy. You would rather fight me knowing it means nothing than to enjoy your time in the afterlife. But, I am thru. I am a merciful God. If you want me to take your pride in death than consider it done. You Blasphemous bastard"

But finally… something happened. Something finally snapped in Ziccarra, and for the first time since they met up again, a maleficent grin appeared on the former Matriarchs dried lips.

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Her head snapped back as a crack was heard from the knee attack to the face. She stumbled back, her vision blurred a moment as she felt a painful kick to the jaw, forcing Zeon’s to lose her balance and fall flat on her back. The air being pushed out of her lungs form the impact. But she didn’t miss a beat. A kick up was performed flawlessly as she stood back up, crimson blood oozing from between her lips. "This is no longer about Cardinal traditions and family." The funny thing about this place? Physical pain was only temporary, as was fatigue. It only took moments to recover.

Zeon marched forward, passing through a man wearing a business suite like a ghost, her eyes focused, locked on the Cardinal Goddess. “GRAH!” She roared out as she rushed forward, making a half fist with her left hand as she would thrust it forward, attempting to strike at Ziccarra's neck, trying to hit the pressure point in the neck to do damage to the trachea. As soon as that attack was let out she would then twist her body the left as she would attempt a elbow strike to the head. "This is about you and me! I will make your afterlife the living hell that you made my life!"

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"What is that?"

Ziccarra's attack hit dead on forcing the former Cardinal of Rage to her back albeit momentarily. They both boasted an endless supply of vigor, the pain subsided within seconds there was literally no reason for them to fight.

But ever the resilient warrior as indicated by her practiced kip-up, Zeon once again prepared to attack; however, there was something different floating in the air. At first, it seemed as if it were connected to the real world until Ziccarra realized none of the people were reacting to it. "What is that?" She questioned as the small energy flares hiss off Zeon's body before dissipating into the air. She didn't notice it before but had it always been there.

Focus, it was something the both of them gained fighting in a world where nothing mattered. Ziccarra didn't have to worry about her children Zeon didn't have to worry about Chance, but this small intrusion was enough to penetrate Ziccarra's concentration.

Just as her eyes panned back to her enraged niece, Zeon's fist went slamming into her throat. Immediately grabbing her throat whilst back peddling Z tried to create distance, but Zeon was faster and focused. Her nieces Elbow smashed against her head depositing Ziccarra unceremoniously to the ground.

The ornate blemish from Zeon's elbow slowly began to fade, as again Ziccarra's eyes were on the energy flickering in the air between them. The throbbing pain became a quick reminder that Zeon was still the aggressor the entire family knew her to be.

Kicking her legs up before spinning into a 3 quarter roll, Ziccarra returned to a vertical base visibly ticked. Her pride taking a hit with each strike her Lioness of a niece threw.

Closing the distance between them The Queen sought to return the favor with a quick sloppy right elbow followed by a disrespectful slap in the face with her left hand, Continuing the focused attack, she'd kick low at Zeon's right shin in order to misdirect the purpose of her attack, but executing her signature pirouette with a backhand toward the face.

Channeling her famed flexibility Ziccarra saw to tuck jump almost like a ball whilst attempting to grab Zeon's arms as she fell to the ground just before her back made contact with the ground she'd kick her legs towards Zeon's chin hoping the added impact with the ground would cause for more damage. Even without her enhanced thinking ability, she anticipated a flaw so should Zeon manage to allude her latest gambit she'd simply hit the ground high on her shoulder blades and back roll into a crouch.

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The anger continued to burn inside her, radiating throughout her body, she swore it felt like it was actual fire inside. Her hits met their marks, one by one as her face remained twisted with rage. No satisfaction seen with every strike. She wasn’t here to make herself feel better, or try to relieve this rage, she just wanted to make Ziccarra’s after life miserable… for eternity, even if it meant she was to be miserable forever too.

The once living Aggressor had tunnel vision on Ziccarra. The chaos that was going on in the city they were in, didn’t seem to phase her, not even the loud rumbling outside or the screams of the people that were now going on all around them. There were events going on that were severely affecting the area, but Zeon couldn’t bother to care for them. She wasn’t part of that world anymore, whatever happened to them, didn’t matter to her. Even as a crowd of people passed through them, Ziccarra came back on the attack.

Her head jolted to the left as Ziccarra’s elbow slammed into her head, shaking her vision as a burning slap was felt across her right cheek. Zeon gritted her teeth, ready to try and attack only to be halted as her entire stance shifted as Ziccarra’s foot slammed into her right shin making her unbalanced as another slap to the face landed as she was suddenly being slammed into the ground. But before her back could even hit the ground, she felt a powerful kick to her chin. Her teeth sinking into her tongue as blood gushed from between her lips. As her back slammed into the ground, a small gasp came from her lips. The first time during the relentless attack where Zeon physically showed that she was in actual pain as she laid there for a moment. She crawled back on her knees, breathing harder than just moments ago as blood began to dribble down her chin and onto the ground. But she didn’t dwell on it. She pushed herself up from the ground, pushing herself forward as she made a sprint towards Ziccarra. All the pain, it just made her more upset, it just gave her more fuel.

Even though she was now among the dead, she still practiced what she learned during her time as an aggressor. Allowing the drawing of blood to give her strength to continue her assault.

"Anger leads to hate.

Hatred leads to power.

Hatred leads to power.

Power leads to victory. Let your anger flow through you."

And so, she did. She began to unleash a series of attacks, known as directe fouette directe. She launched her left fist forward, aiming for her chin followed by pulling her body back as she threw out a kick, using her shin instead of her foot to make impact to the right side of her ribs followed by a third strike with her right fist to the opposing jaw. Lastly she would hunch down a bit as she tucked her arms to her chest, balling her hands into fists as she pushed herself forward, while at the same time bringing her body up as she attempted to slam her fists under Z’s chin while at the same time, using her momentum to launch herself up in the air to perform a flying knee attack to her chest, in attempt to push her through one of the many windows of the building. If successful, she would follow her out into the streets.

By this time, the city around them was filled with panicking citizens from the terrorist attack that happened just moments ago.

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Ziccarra's immaculate eyebrows curled with interest as she watch Zeon recover. She could see the young Liafador progressively getting angrier, it was the only emotion Zeon ever channeled. It wasn't a secret Z felt responsible, Zeon didn't have a normal childhood, she was told she had to defend the family--and that she did. Ultimately it was Z who destroyed her sense of purpose, without ever actually thinking about the long-term effects; or how long it'd take Zeon to disconnect. She created this monster, and she had to be the one to end it.

"Is this..." Ziccarra started only to be tagged in the chin by Zeon's crushing left jab, staggering backward visibly disoriented she immediately threw her hands up to block what she thought was another strike toward her face; but she was wrong--a horrible miscalculation. Zeon's shin slammed into her ribcage, causing La Malaguena to inhale sharply. Under normal circumstances, Zeon's kick would've snapped her ribcage like a Twix, but the two were dead, most of the damage they'd already taken didn't exist anymore.

Rebounding, Z maneuvered into position to cut off Zeon's movements; she anticipated some sort of strike, one she hoped that could be countered into some sort of submission maneuver. It wasn't to be both fists slammed into Z's chin again forcing her backward, but as the Liafador Franchise rebounded, Zeon's swift flying knee smashed against her head forcing Ziccarra's body thru the window into the hostile Grimm City streets.

What the hell
What the hell

Blasting through the window Z rolled into a crouched position as many of the people were running in fear. "What the hell" she grunted breaking eye contact with Zeon for the time being.

Her niece transformed into quite the capable fighter over the years, but now she was without the aggressor ring, the anger that she naturally had wasn't being channeled into the destructive power that killed Z in the first place.

Smirking just a bit, Ziccarra stood in full form and took off sprinting intermixing herself with the hordes of other people running to completely lose Zeon. This was how she had to do it, to take what Zeon coveted the most. Breaking off about two blocks away, Ziccarra stashed herself in the lobby of a hotel.

She needed a moment to think about a few things, first what was going on in the city? Secondly, why were there sparks of energy flying from them with every attack they thru? and lastly why was she starting to feel...

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Ziccarra's body flew back into the streets, as the window ‘shattered’ from impact. Zeon face remained cold as she walked out into the streets where her Zia was there, looking at the chaos that was surrounding the two. Zeon didn’t pay attention. There was no use in doing so. She was dead. Nothing she could do here that could help change the events of what was happening around the two. But as Zeon was beginning to close the distance, Ziccarra took off in a sprint, waving through the chaos and like a bloodhound hunting his prey, Zeon took off after her.

But it wasn’t long before she lost sight of the once Goddess. Zeon slowed down to a halt. Her brows pushing so much against each other, it looked as if she could fracture her own face in doing so. “Merda!” <Sh!t> She shouted as her head began whipping back and forth, trying to figure out where Ziccarra went.

She began hunting throughout the city. She couldn’t have gotten far, neither of them had powers, neither of them had means of transportation and the city seemed to be in utter chaos. Where could she have gone? She could feel it in her stomach, the anxiousness of the thought of loosing to the former Goddess once more.

"You are just a cheap imitation of who I used to be. “

“No!” She yelled out in frustration at the insults that still lingered with her even in death. She needed to find her. Her eyes finally began to actually observe her surroundings. People were physically fighting each other while others were trying to flee. But the backup of traffic as people parked their cars to a stop and physically got out of the cars. Looking at the direction of the traffic and the smoke rising off in the distance showed one thing… there was no way out of the city. The bridges must have been destroyed. The two were trapped here. Perfect.

Where would Ziccarra hide? She began tracking. Which was difficult. The two were dead. There wasn’t much she could go off of to track. Walking back to the widow Ziccarra was hit out of, she looked down at the shattered glass that was sprinkled along the ground. It was difficult to explain. The real window was still intact, but in this ‘ghost world’, the window was broken, and shards of phantom glass was seen scattered on the ground. Crouching down her hands pressed upon it, it was strange, it felt… sharp, but then dulled after a few moments. Being dead was a new experience and it brought on new challenges. Standing up her eyes looked in the general direction of where Ziccarra ran off to and upon looking at the ground, she noticed… small, tiny shards leaving a mild trail. Of course, the trail only lead so far but enough to lead where tourists who dared to come to Grimm City lingered. Hotels, restaurants, and such were all down this block.

Her eyes began to scout into the buildings, one by one, looking for Ziccarra.

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The Liafador Franchise utilized her strong leg muscles in tandem with her peak flexibility to prop herself high between to buildings in a narrow alley. "Hmmm" She pondered aloud. The dynamics of this fight quickly begin to change, a fact that became apparent now. Previously they'd been unable to grasp anything in the 'real' world but here she was now with her feet propped on both walls.

In addition to the new discovery, she also discovered the recently accrued pain was starting to linger in areas Zeon previously attacked her. Though the beacon of rage had yet to seemingly notice the small sparks of fading red energy in the sky.

"W-where, have I seen this before" She grunted her forehead nurturing her wounds from earlier.

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"Papá, ¿qué es esa extraña energía?" The only child allowed inside Ramon's laboratory was Ziccarra, it wasn't because deep father-daughter bond that he allowed this; Ziccarra was simply his "lab-rat" His experiments test the limits of his mental conditioning; as well as determined the limits of Ziccarra's Psionic potential.

"How many times have I told you, to speak English? If you are to carry out your mission, you will have to speak in English. Sometimes I wonder if we kept the right one." His voice trailed off toward the end forcing the 9-year-old Ziccarra to enter further inspecting her father's latest experiment.

"Do you believe the stories your mother preaches, about Grand Cardinal Isle?" Her father asked his astute focus on his work kept his eyes trained on the honing of his own energies.

"I.Do.Papa." Ziccarra replied with hindered English trying to wrap her mind around what exactly her father was doing.

"Well soon, there will be a world where the Bad Cardinals go. Here they will be punished for sins against the religion. They will stay here...until I deem them ready to return."

"A world? papa?"

"Cardinal Hell"

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Of Course
Of Course

Her eyes scanned the surrounding area that same energy she saw her father producing as a child littered the atmosphere around them now it made sense.

"Of course...this is his world..." Somehow, Ziccarra's father manage to create some sort of pocket dimension. Depending on when the two actually entered the dimension they may or may not actually be dead.

"How?" She thought to herself, feeling her footing starting to give out. She had to think, where they could've entered the dimension from, any sort of external energy source would've immediately alerted Z to the dimensions existence unless. "The Pit..." They'd entered the Pit because of Ziccarra willingly took Zeon there.

It had no history because her father created it. It was somehow the portal to this world. Did that mean her meeting with Alexa was just a projection?

She didn't know, but for now, she had to find Zeon; somehow get on the same page and manage to escape this contraption. Just as her mind slipped to her enraged niece, Ziccarra saw her head pop around the corner. Ziccarra released herself from the wall free falling down toward the ground looking to use gravity and momentum to viciously plow Zeon into the ground hoping to Pinher down long enough to explain her recent revelation.

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The chaos around her, the fear, the anger, the panic, normally would be the fuel for the once Demi-Goddess of Rage. But now, she couldn’t even taste the delicious bitterness of their raw emotion. She had to rely on old Cardinal training to try and find Ziccarra who was hiding among them and she did. It was only a matter of time before the two would lock in combat once more. Ziccarra could only hide in so many locations. There was no way out of this forsaken city. She was trapped.

But something she did noticed… her body was beginning to ache. As she walked forward, there was dull achy pain along the areas her Zia had landed attacks upon. What was happening? They were both deceased, pain is not felt among the dead. As she continued her hunt, another thing surprised her. When she walked through an individual, she physically felt resistance. The broken Liafador paused. None of this made sense. Had something been changing around her that she had not taken notice because of her stubbornness and tunnel vision? Was this happening with Ziccarra as well?

She turned around the corner, and her eyes caught something above her. As she looked up, she was met with her aunt desending down upon her as Ziccarra’s legs slammed against the bilateral shoulders of Zeon, the force of momentum knocking the younger Liafador down upon the ground back first. The once Crimson Cardinal Queen pinned the once White Cardinal Leader to the ground. No matter how Zeon struggled, she couldn’t break free from the hold her aunt was keeping her in.

“Libérame, ahora!” <Release me, now!> She roared.

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"Zeon, digame " Ziccarra said propped up high on Zeon's shoulders to prevent her niece from using her legs to reverse the pin.

"I-I do not think we are dead..." she said, watching the energy swirl around just like it did when she was a child.

"Can you see the energy? Can you feel the pain...?" Ziccarra asked before turning back to her niece. "I am going to let you up, but so help me Goddess, if you attack me I will end you" She threatened before moving off the Rage Cardinal and scooting far enough back to foresee a would be attack.

"We I was a child, I saw my father experimenting with Dimension Crafting, I did not understand it then, but now I believe It is action. Grand Cardinal Isle is a Dimension, and so is Cardinal Hell. Zeon we are in hell, not limbo. We' were tricked into believing it because we could not feel pain...but I think the facade is weakening somehow."

"We have been fighting for so long, I cannot remember when we started. Not how we ended up here...but when did this conflict between us begin?" She was referring to the battle that they had in Malaga which kicked this entire fight off.

"I understand if you do not trust me. But I cannot fight you any longer. I have to find him."

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"I-I do not think we are dead..."

Zeon stopped struggling, her eyes widen at the words of her Zia. “What?” She hissed. No it couldn’t be true. This was a trick to get her to stop fighting her. Right? But then finally caught sight of it. The crimson energy.

Her body did ache, she could see the energy, not only that, but actually focusing on it, she could feel it. Zeon’s once tense muscles began to relax as the revelation began to finally sink in. They weren’t dead. They were still alive? She rose up from the ground, slowly, still in a defensive stance as the two rival’s stood across from each other.

“Cardinal Hell?” Zeon repeated, a chill ran down her spine. That meant that they were brought here, intientionally by someone and they both knew it was Ziccarra’s father (Zeon’s grandfather) alone had the power to do so. What was the reasoning for this? If Abuelo was so intent on bringing the two of them here, what was the outcome he wanted? What was his plan?

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“We started Malaga.” Zeon spoke bluntly. “I kidnapped Catalina to draw you out, you came. We fought, you teleported us to The Pit and that’s where I thought we died. Could it be that the moment we entered The Pit, we were already in Cardinal Hell?” She asked. The death of the two were so vivid. She held the corpse of Ziccarra in her arms. She dragged her half consumed body across The Pit.

"I understand if you do not trust me. But I cannot fight you any longer. I have to find him."

WE are going to find him.” She demanded, her gaze intense, still unwavering. “I don’t trust you, but if we are somehow still alive, and abuelo is responsible, then the rest of the family is potentially in danger as well. We are going to have to work together.” As the words left her lips, she almost didn't believe them herself. But it was true. If he was bold enough to bring her and Ziccarra here, what was going to stop him from doing the same to the rest of the family? To Chance?

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"Very...very...good..." a voice whispered halting the fabricated madness around them. "It appears, I have been wrong about my bloodline for all these years!"

The Malagan Goddess' body began to sizzle away. The air around them began to smell of sulfur, the immense heat from his flames nearly shattered the walls of his dimensions. He appeared with snake-like a tongue with canine-like teeth, he was truly the King of Cardinal Hell,

The Gimlet eyes Liafador King wince in Zeon's location, it was about time he met his granddaughter.

"Zeon. You're such a fierce warrior!" He hisses creeping forward, he didn't have legs, rather a plethora of red tendrils he used to move across the plane with.

"But, Question why did you stop? You actually believe that woman? She has stolen your birthright! You're the rightful Matriarch are you not? then why are you allowing yourself to be bossed around by her...again...YOU ARE HERE BECAUSE OF HER!"

He screamed slithering around her in a circle eying Zeon's reaction to his structure questions. They were structured in a manner to cause the Cardinal of Rage to question proceeding forward.

"I'll tell you what...finish her off. I'll show you the way out of here...Here. I'll even give you back your powers." Ramon's gust of wind brushed over Zeon giving her the ability to control her rage.

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Ziccarra strolled off just a bit, believing her niece had picked up a slow saunter behind her; however, that was not the case. Instead, the world around them warped into a familiar neighborhood; where a 16-year-old girl ran for her life.

She remembered it vividly, what they smelled like; how they growled the sound of their legs hitting the pavement--every night for 3 more years she'd endure this pain.

The Malagan Goddess froze in place; she could feel anxiety mounting within her breast. She wanted to help but now could she? the trauma of watching herself run away from the three dogs was paralyzing. Up into the moment where the wretched screams and the grotesque sounds of flesh being removed forced her to turn away.

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A whistle pulled the dogs from her now bloody frame luring them back to his side. The Spanish Aristocrat, Ramon Liafador.

"At this rate, you'll never pass. I suppose I'll try again tomorrow my love." He said standing with her arms resting firmly his back with his wrist in hand.

"Pa...Pa..." Her voice was weak, even as blood poured from the softest areas on her body, Ziccarra didn't quit. Using her own shoulder flesh as leverage, she kicked her knees forward until she was able to stagger back to a verticle base.

"Pa..pa...I...can...do...it" She managed with both pain and labored English delaying her words.

"That's a good girl..." He said placing his hand on her shoulder. Anger...even as a spectator Ziccarra was getting outside of herself reliving these painful memories.

On the ground, her mighty weapons appeared out of nowhere. Like the warrior she was...she charged in to fight her own father. Little did she know it was Zeon.

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"Very...very...good..." a voice whispered halting the fabricated madness around them. "It appears, I have been wrong about my bloodline for all these years!"

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The hairs on back of her neck began to stand up as the twisted voice almost seemed to hiss around her. She rose her arms up to her face, trying to protect herself from the sudden flash of fire appeared before her. He was here, the entire time, Ziccarra was right.

"Abuelo." Zeon spoke as her eyes laid upon the Cardinal God of Hell. Where her mother was the Goddess of Cardinal Heaven, there had to be a God of Hell, and that right went to her grandfather. Someone she had never met, but heard horror stories about. She heard about the twisted experiments that were preformed on the family. She saw them in action, in the form of her cousin, Catalina. If anyone was a threat to the family, it was him. Her jaw tightened as she stood her ground while Ramon slithered toward her. Stubborn as ever, even as she was face to face with a being that was far beyond her own understanding.

She stayed silent when he questioned her rationality of working with Ziccarra. Why did she trust her? Because she knew while Ziccarra was many thing, a coward wasn't one of them. But she could feel it, the anger, it was lingering still inside from all the betrayals. Betrayals that Ziccarra began. Her hands balled into fists as she shut her eyes, becoming overwhelmed with the questions.

But then, she felt it, a surge of power course through her body. She took in a breath and it felt like she was breathing for the first time since she came to this plane of existence. Her head tilted back, feeling the power of the Aggressor flow through her once more. The Cardinal Demi-Goddess of Rage slowly opened her eyes to show that they shifted from their brown, to a crimson glow. She felt... alive.

Her head snapped in the direction of the sound of footsteps charging at her. It was Ziccarra. She betrayed her, again. Just like before. Zeon should have known, the moment she agreed to work with her, she would break the agreed truce. Zeon gave out a roar of anger, her body hunched forward as she let her powers flow through her freely. The blade was coming at her, and Zeon snickered. She ducked under the blade as her Zia swung at her, it slicing into the air above her, causing her hair to shift from the powerful swing. Like a snake Zeon side stepped to the right side of Z, launching an attack of her own. Unleashing a wave of telekinetic blast to send her aunt hurtling away from her. "I should have known the moment you got the chance you would betray me yet again!" She yelled out, anger burning with every word and her mind clouded with the influence of power. Abuelo is right, this is all YOUR fault!" She hissed through her teeth as her jaw clenched. Her arm stretched out to her as she balled her hand into a fist, to cut the air from her lungs by choking her with her powers.