"Now, you're healed." Vasilissa smiled, brushing Arad's hair with her hand. "Hold on for just a second, I'll go snap that woman's neck." She turned toward the pale night, "Get her out, I can already guess that it's Lunara and not Selune since you're the one who was called to heal her."
When Vasilissa opened her palm, her long purple claws extended out. But she also knew that no matter what she said, the pale night would never give Lunara out. She isn't called the mother of all demons for nothing, now that she has Lunara's soul inside her, she'll protect her to the death.
The pale night sighed, "Vasilissa, listen well, little girl." She was old, far older than the abyss itself. She's a creature that had lived since the ancient times of AO, long before the current Overgod was born. "She is my daughter now. You'll be starting a war with not just me, but trillions, untold hordes of demons that would drown you in a sea of blood."
