"Let her go," Akane said with a flat voice.

Rika's fingers tightened around Syl's throat, veins bulging on the Succubus's bicep. The Hobgoblin's toes barely scraped the dirt; her spear lay discarded where Rita's threads had nearly diced it. The dagger she had taken from one of the dead, decrepit Followers lay on the ground.

Even strangled, Syl glared, her eyes burning. Her lips parted, but no words could be uttered.

Rita, the other Succubus, had been brought down to her knees, violet hair spilling across her cheeks. Akane's palm rested on the top of the Succubus's head, heat licking down into Rita's skull. The Succubus held very, very still, the fine lines of her silvery threads hanging inert on the ground like the fallen webs of a dead spider.

"We're at a standstill," Akane said, not taking her eyes off Rika. "Let go of Syl, or I'll burn your friend to ash."

Rika's smile made even Rita shiver. "Doesn't sound like the worst ending to this."

"Let go of her." Akane said, and the heat at her palm intensified until Rita hissed despite herself. "You're already wounded," She added, staring at the bleeding wound on Rika's palm, as well as the burn marks on her side and leg. "You won't be able to win against me."

"Just k… Kill that one already," Syl grated, thrashing once; the pressure at her throat increased. "Come on…!"

"You talk too much," Rika purred, and choked Syl even harder.

The female Hobgoblin's hands struggled against the grip at her throat, but her hands grew weaker with each second.

Akane didn't flinch. She bent closer over Rita, and her voice dropped to a whisper that only the Succubus could hear. "You want to live, right?" she said. "Cut your friend's arm off, if you want to live."

A gust of heat wailed upon the Succubus. "You'll kill me…" She barely managed to whisper through the heat.

"Do what I'm telling you to." Akane ordered. The calmness in her voice only made the threat worse. "Betray her and live."

"Rika…" Rita whispered, a pained expression on her face.

"Hm…" Rika's fingers tightened once more as a warning, then loosened just enough that Syl could drag a thin strip of air through her throat. "What do you propose, then? We just wait like this?" The Succubus chuckled as Syl coughed, drawing in another breath.

Syl and Akane didn't mind waiting. Truthfully, the two Succubi didn't mind either.

Both sides were convinced that it wouldn't remain a two-on-two for much longer, and that it would become a three-on-two anytime now.

Akane and Syl were confident that Amon would be the one to hop into the battle, while Rika and Rita were confident that Levia would be the one to emerge victorious and join them.

In any case, one of those two will die, and the survivor's side will be the victor.

"Fuck this." Rika suddenly cursed, impatient. "I'm tired of waiting. I'll kill all of you…"

Syl's eyes widened, and she didn't listen to an additional word uttered by the Succubus.

Through the trees, Amon had stepped into view.

He was walking closer slowly, unrushed, with a blackened spear in his grip.

'Amon doesn't look injured… Why is he walking so slowly?'

The next moment, his arm was pulled back.

The sound of something piercing through the air resonated, but Rika didn't realize quickly enough.

The spear had been thrown right into Syl's hand.

"Ugh…!" Rika quickly pulled back, letting go of the female Hobgoblin, but the spear's tip had drawn a shallow cut on her cheek.

Akane turned in the direction from which the spear had come with a wide, excited smile.

Rita followed the Fox's gaze, worried and fearful. There was no way for Levia to lose, was there?

Both the excited smile and the fearful expression turned into absolute confusion as they noticed what Amon held in his other hand.

Akane's hand did not move from Rita's head. Both were just as confused as the other.

Even Syl and Rika stopped fighting, their gazes stuck on the approaching two.

The High Priestess, Levia, was walking with her hands behind her back, tied by rope or cuffs. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips kiss-bruised, and the blindfold normally around her eyes was around her neck.

Amon was walking while holding the end of that blindfold in his hand, holding the Succubus on a leash.

"Miss me?" He asked with a chuckle.

Rika and Rita's eyes flicked to their mistress.

'What the hell happened?'

'Levia lost? She was captured…?'

A heavy silence lingered until Amon and Levia walked past the trees and into the clearing.

The High Priestess lifted her chin, voice steady despite the frayed edges of her breath. "Rika. Rita."

"Yes…?" Both succubi answered in one breath.

"On the ground," she ordered.

Rika's hand dropped from Syl's throat at once.

Rita went perfectly still beneath Akane's palm.

"Huh?"

Amon tugged lightly on the blindfold around the Succubus's neck.

"Oh, right…" She coughed. "Get on the ground!" Levia shouted. "Get on the ground! Hands behind your head, now!"

The two Succubi stared in absolute confusion.

Levia slowly turned towards Amon.

"Get on the ground! Hands behind your head, now! That's how you want me to say it, right?"

He stared into her obedient, heart-shaped eyes for a moment, before nodding. "Good girl."

Levia's eyes momentarily widened, and she quickly turned away, blushing brightly.

Meanwhile, Rika and Rita exchanged confused glances.

"Do as I said, or are you going against me?"

The two Succubi stared at each other for a bit longer, before doing as they were told.

"What the hell…?" Syl muttered, staring as Rika got on the ground.

"Go on." Akane said, giving Rita permission to lie down.

"Ferocious." Amon whispered in Levia's ear as he slapped her ass.

The High Priestess thankfully managed to bite down on her lip at the right time to avoid gasping out loud.

"I did as you said so…" She whispered. "Can you kiss me again?"

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