Post by Wyntre Cold on Mar 23, 2016 21:49:53 GMT
There were five minutes before the new day would officially start, leaving our figure staring at the plaster roof, then the alarm clock, then the plaster roof, then what sat behind the comfortable pane of glass, positioned in its little position in the wall.
It was at times like these, when you should be either asleep or absurdly tired, when you realize what you hadn't realized previously. One example of this was readily apparent: the human had noticed, quite a while ago, in fact, that there was a spider making the upper left corner of the room its home.
Or at least it was assumed that it was the upper-left corner as the unquantifiably-large arachnid was taking up the entire area with its furred, black girth.
Eight empty eyes looked into two. Everything was going to plan, whether it was realized or not didn't matter. All of these events, seemingly disastrous, were all going in accordance with one really big plan. The only problem with this, of course, was the obvious: this plan was someone else's, something else's, and it's creators certainly didn't have humanity's best interests in mind.
But that was an opinion. A correct opinion, sure, but an opinion nonetheless. Perhaps that menacing spider in the corner, the one slowly decorating the room with web, only desired to catch enough flies to live out the rest of its days in retirement. This was not the case.
There was a little something in the air, and it wasn't love. No, but it was similar: chemicals, pheromones. It wasn't visibly any different than the air, but the stench? It smelled of vanilla. Deceptively pleasant-smelling. Make no mistake, it was certainly not vanilla. What it was, however, was a coercer. In gas form.
It kept the human docile, intoxicated. Incapable of harm. Too drunk to realize that the furry black eight-legged thing was now descending from the roof with it's own webby rope, softly standing on the covers. The human didn't care. It hadn't noticed that the spider had moved. It completely forgot that it was there in the first place.
These were the predator's weapons: forced inaction and induced pacifism. If you hadn't figured it out by now, this wasn't a normal spider by any means.
So the arachnid creature firmly planted itself onto the human's face like you might expect of an alien beast as a metamorphosis began.
Make no mistake, though.
This was no alien beast, nor alien, nor beast.
This was something… else.
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Somewhere, deep down in hell, plans had been made. And now? Well, now those plans were being initiated.
It was easy to get some holdings in hell. A few establishments, for example. A building or two, an underground bunker. A laboratory, perhaps.
It was quite easy to attain one such location, if you knew what you were doing. All you really needed to do was send in a few soldiers and slay whatever demons originally inhabited it. That, that was all there really was to it. But the real problem was, of course, what to do with it.
Doctor Axis Tilt was having no such problems.
If you give a scientist a laboratory you don't expect him to use it as a tennis court. No, no, he had other uses. 'Soon,' as he had said, 'my revenge will be had.' It was a nice thought on his part, of course, but an increasingly-unlikely one to be actuated.
Soon. So very, very soon.
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Spiders were, are and will continue to fascinate the universe. Their vastly-varying sizes: from barely visible to that of a small planetoid, their vastly-varying environments: from space, to acid oceans to an active hypervolcano, their varying pigments, their varying amount of eyes, their varying level of intelligence and their various abilities had intrigued biologists for ages long passed.
For example, take the planets Adinchara and Sectin. Millions of years ago, their ancestors lived in peace until a series of solar events forced them to get into their biological spaceships and flee to two different planets. They evolved and lived in peace for a while, but eventually found each other and waged war nigh-immediately.
What did that have to do with spiders, you ask? Well, besides both the Adincharans and Sectinians (although mostly the former) resembling humanoid spiders, their common ancestor was merely an highly-intelligent bug species with very little resemblance to their descendants. What was so amazing about this was that the inhabitants evolved so similarly in such different environments. A million years had passed, and yet they were still completely biologically compatible. This caused some experts to theorize, which they continued to do until a large amount of them were murdered by a certain tree.
Some had claimed that the ancestor was to blame. They believed that they had somehow shaped their evolutionary process a long time beforehand through genetic meddling: many remained unconvinced. They instead believed that, for some reason or another, large amounts of them swapped planets every once in a while, neutralizing the gene pool towards the other before incompatibility arrived. Not too many seemed to believe that, either.
What was known was that two extremely-similar sets of people were at war. It was miraculous that neither the AE nor the SSE had decided to interfere. Either that or they simply didn't know about them.
For a reason not known, their cultures were also just about identical. Their languages were exactly the same, despite seemingly having developed them independently. They both had a concept they revered, for example, something which was roughly translated as 'the Four Tests of the People'. The first test was to fight within your breed, your clan, until you need to work with them to fight the other breeds. The second was to fight the other breeds of your planet until the other planet appeared and you needed the other breeds to help you fight them. Then, they would fight the other planet before finding a force that neither could face alone, sometimes thought to be their creator deities's nemesis, and attaining godhood upon victory. Of course, this wasn't quite true.
What did any of this happen to do with Wyntre, Axis Tilt or the weird Spider? Soon, all of that will become clear.
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Wyntre had been summoned once before. She was summoned onto a small freighter where she had to save everyone from burning up in a star. She may have went a little overboard, however, in the way she had done this. The universe was down one star.
With her… experience… of being summoned, she had thought that she had been summoned again when she noticed that where she woke was not where she began sleeping. This, however, was not the case. She noticed this quickly; the usual 'symptoms' of being summoned weren't there. Instead of feeling like you've been violently ripped in and out of reality by a nuclear-powered candy crane machine, this felt a whole lot more like…
Well, like waking up.
To gather an analysis of her surroundings, she put her finger to her scouter to let it review the situation. There was a bit of a problem with that, however, and that was this: her scouter wasn't there. Intrigued, she searched her back for the Arcosia.… absent. Now that she realized that there was a good chance that she had been 'kidnapped' in her sleep, she examined her surroundings manually.
She recognized the architecture and knew immediately who made the room. She recognized what it was made of and realized where she was. It was ornately-crafted, a nice change from the last time she'd been summoned, with a good many portraits adorned on the walls with influential figures painted. She noticed her own portrait and admired it briefly. This wasn't because she was on it, of course, but rather because she painted the original itself.
Where was she, however? Why, she was in the Sectin Palace on Ativern-Tibre, home planet of the Adincharans and Sectinians. Now, however, they fought about territory on the planet with great violence. Much death was caused, it gave no pride to Wyntre knowing that she may add more to it before the end of the day. First, she'd need to figure out why she was here.
She looked to her arms, which seemed to be bound by a heavy, ki-powered lump of decorated metals, giving off the impression that they, presumably the Sectinians, wanted her to feel at home, as well as not to 'break the furniture', if you will. Some ki formed into her hands, releasing a bolt a twentieth as strong as it could have been, the restraints shattering despite the strong resistance. It might have worked to limit her power, say, half a year ago, sure; but that was only that. Half a year ago.
She was probably being monitored in an adjacent room through well-hidden cameras, that much was obvious. They seemed afraid to anger her, too, although that wasn't entirely unexpected. She slid off of the bench at the same time that the door at the other end of the room opened, revealing a Sectinian of the Myran Breed.
The thing about Sectinians and Adincharans was, besides their mutual hatred and their affinities with insects and arachnids respectively, their odd division into breeds. The myrans, for example, were an ant-like people who, much like a lot of life in the universe, closely resembled what had been called 'the Universal Default', humans. That is, of course, besides the natural exoskeleton armor, the different colors, the four arms, the retractable 'stingers' on each hand and, in some cases, wings. This was only one tribe (and therefore one breed) among the Sectinians, but there were many more. There was the Biene 'Hive', bees of course. There were many Paterdians, fly-like commoners and flying weak soldiers. There were Isopterans (termites), Blattarians (cockroaches), Cecadilleconians (ladybugs), Onodatans (dragonflies), Caeliferans (grasshoppers and cicadas), Piltedoperans (butterflies and moths) and another three dozen or so. The most important ones by far on the Sectin side, of course, were the bees and the ants. They'd have to be very expansive if they'd want a chance against the Adincharans.
"You are required elsewhere. You will follow me."
Wyntre tilted her head, intrigued. Strange. It's almost as if he thinks I'm going to do so. No, she's had just about enough of this. No more bossing around. No more night kidnappings. No. More. Nice.
"If your Queen would like to see me, she should come to me rather than the other way around."
That seemed to confuse the soldier greatly. He seemed unable to comprehend either how this stranger knew about the Queen or how, upon knowing about the Queen, wouldn't want to meet her. "You will follow me. Now." He ordered, ki 'stingers' showing in his hands. Wyntre couldn't quite tell what his power level was without her scouter, but she was almost certain that she far overpowered him. Wyntre gently shook her head as a way to say 'no', the guard getting frustrated and leaving the room.
There was a new peace. It didn't last for long.
A heavy, armored Sectinian of the Dytisnanae breed with an odd skull shape entered the room, barely fitting through the door. It's skin was barely visible under the thick brown chitinous armor. It's odd horns were that of a rhinoceros beetle. From the paints displayed it on, you could tell that he was a highly-decorated soldier and in more ways than one.
"Miss. My power level is a bit more than yours. I recommend you follow me." A look of distaste came onto Wyntre's face, but she began to follow. She didn't want a fight.
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She found herself in the middle of a round table without a table. Around the obscenely massive room, in a circle, were a series of different yet similar chairs made of expensive materials. Only one of them, however, had someone in it.
It was hard to describe what she was smelling. It smelled like what honey would have smelled like if honey was a gas, and subsequently everywhere. It probably wasn't there to smell nice, too.
The other person in the room was clearly the current Biene Queen. The black and yellow fuzz, the wings upon her back and the crown atop her head accounted for that. She motioned for Wyntre to step forward. She didn't.
"Queen Mehkiralyno, I presume. I've heard about the war between Sectin and Adinchara. I'm disappointed, really."
This visibly aggravated the Queen, but she decided to ignore the comment. "Yes. And you are Wyntre." This comment, in turn, visibly aggravated the Empress. "I am Empress Wyntre Cold of the Arcosian Empire, yes."
The Bee Queen chuckled lightly as if she told a little joke. Her chin calmly rested on her fingers as her entire pose changed. "Where do you think you are, Empress?"
"We are on Ativern-Tibre, are we not?"
"No, we're in hell. But, as you would have knew, I haven't died. Interesting, isn't it?"
"No, not at all. I recommend that you return my possessions before my hand accidentally slips straight through your chest."
"Humorous. No, you won't lay a hand on me."
"Oh, is that so?"
"Of course. The pollen fluctuating through the room, it's taking control. Soon, you'll follow all of my commands."
This caused a light chuckle. A light chuckle which turned into a chuckle. A chuckle which turned into a laugh. "And it might have worked, too, if I was breathing. Just kidding, it wouldn't have worked anyway. Indomitable Will and all that jazz. So no, I'm not one of your lackeys, so I'll repeat: where did you put my equipment?"
The reality of the matter was that Wyntre knew where the Arcosia was. Her scouter was probably next to that. But how did she know where it was? Why, because she could hear it slicing in the distance.
"You fool, you're never getting those back. Bow! Bow before your Queen!"
Through another door came a wide slash of insect blood as out came, dragging itself against the floor… the Arcosia? This, of course, came as no surprise to Wyntre. Her tulpa-intwined link to it could not be weakened by a concept as petty as distance. And now? Now, it flew into her hands. No scouter, however.
"No."
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That was certainly eventful.
Surrounding Wyntre was an assortment of unconscious guards, many heavily-injured. Wyntre stood in the only clean area of the room and applied her soaps. Someone made the mistake on bleeding on me. He regrets it now, of course. She looked over to Queen Mehkiralyno, now traumatized. "So why are you in hell if you hadn't died?"
"… Our… our bodies had been taken over. The souls pushed out. We only have bodies because we could afford them."
"That sounds an awful lot like dying."
The Queen remained silent for a considerable amount of seconds. "-And we brought you down to the bunker to, uh, bring us back. You'd have been a wonderful slave. No matter. He's here for you, now."
Before Wyntre could ask what that was meant to mean, the absurdly-tall roof crumbled, sending in large chunks of rock and stone, followed by a figure she'd never expect to see. She didn't expect it, of course, because she had no reason to.
It was Doctor Axis, the idiot who got in her way back when she was a princess. Him in hell was no surprise, but he was quite… different. The six arms (and therefore eight limbs) were a start. His skin was completely black, as were his hair and mustache. He still had only two eyes, but they glowed red. Still in the room, the Bee Queen bowed to the returned enemy.
"It was never about Sectin. It was never about Adinchara. It was never about Ativern-Tibre. They were means to an end. It was about you and it was about me. As soon as I was murdered, I began work on my spiders. They took over and gave power: wonderful little things, really. I managed to send one to Adinchara. In four days, it was mine. Sectin and Ativern-Tibre soon followed. The funny thing about the spiders, really, is that they don't only take over your body, but your soul as well. Not only do I have their original bodies subservient, but now I have their second bodies too. Gee, I do love hell's loopholes. Now, Wyntre, you caused my death. It is only fitting that you come along willingly." he suggested, bringing a weird-looking spider out from behind him and threw it at Wyntre who commenced to blow it up in mid-air. "There's one thing that you idiots always overlook…-"
She quietly brought out a can labelled 'Anti-Spider Spray'.
"I always come prepared."
It was at times like these, when you should be either asleep or absurdly tired, when you realize what you hadn't realized previously. One example of this was readily apparent: the human had noticed, quite a while ago, in fact, that there was a spider making the upper left corner of the room its home.
Or at least it was assumed that it was the upper-left corner as the unquantifiably-large arachnid was taking up the entire area with its furred, black girth.
Eight empty eyes looked into two. Everything was going to plan, whether it was realized or not didn't matter. All of these events, seemingly disastrous, were all going in accordance with one really big plan. The only problem with this, of course, was the obvious: this plan was someone else's, something else's, and it's creators certainly didn't have humanity's best interests in mind.
But that was an opinion. A correct opinion, sure, but an opinion nonetheless. Perhaps that menacing spider in the corner, the one slowly decorating the room with web, only desired to catch enough flies to live out the rest of its days in retirement. This was not the case.
There was a little something in the air, and it wasn't love. No, but it was similar: chemicals, pheromones. It wasn't visibly any different than the air, but the stench? It smelled of vanilla. Deceptively pleasant-smelling. Make no mistake, it was certainly not vanilla. What it was, however, was a coercer. In gas form.
It kept the human docile, intoxicated. Incapable of harm. Too drunk to realize that the furry black eight-legged thing was now descending from the roof with it's own webby rope, softly standing on the covers. The human didn't care. It hadn't noticed that the spider had moved. It completely forgot that it was there in the first place.
These were the predator's weapons: forced inaction and induced pacifism. If you hadn't figured it out by now, this wasn't a normal spider by any means.
So the arachnid creature firmly planted itself onto the human's face like you might expect of an alien beast as a metamorphosis began.
Make no mistake, though.
This was no alien beast, nor alien, nor beast.
This was something… else.
------------------------------------
Somewhere, deep down in hell, plans had been made. And now? Well, now those plans were being initiated.
It was easy to get some holdings in hell. A few establishments, for example. A building or two, an underground bunker. A laboratory, perhaps.
It was quite easy to attain one such location, if you knew what you were doing. All you really needed to do was send in a few soldiers and slay whatever demons originally inhabited it. That, that was all there really was to it. But the real problem was, of course, what to do with it.
Doctor Axis Tilt was having no such problems.
If you give a scientist a laboratory you don't expect him to use it as a tennis court. No, no, he had other uses. 'Soon,' as he had said, 'my revenge will be had.' It was a nice thought on his part, of course, but an increasingly-unlikely one to be actuated.
Soon. So very, very soon.
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Spiders were, are and will continue to fascinate the universe. Their vastly-varying sizes: from barely visible to that of a small planetoid, their vastly-varying environments: from space, to acid oceans to an active hypervolcano, their varying pigments, their varying amount of eyes, their varying level of intelligence and their various abilities had intrigued biologists for ages long passed.
For example, take the planets Adinchara and Sectin. Millions of years ago, their ancestors lived in peace until a series of solar events forced them to get into their biological spaceships and flee to two different planets. They evolved and lived in peace for a while, but eventually found each other and waged war nigh-immediately.
What did that have to do with spiders, you ask? Well, besides both the Adincharans and Sectinians (although mostly the former) resembling humanoid spiders, their common ancestor was merely an highly-intelligent bug species with very little resemblance to their descendants. What was so amazing about this was that the inhabitants evolved so similarly in such different environments. A million years had passed, and yet they were still completely biologically compatible. This caused some experts to theorize, which they continued to do until a large amount of them were murdered by a certain tree.
Some had claimed that the ancestor was to blame. They believed that they had somehow shaped their evolutionary process a long time beforehand through genetic meddling: many remained unconvinced. They instead believed that, for some reason or another, large amounts of them swapped planets every once in a while, neutralizing the gene pool towards the other before incompatibility arrived. Not too many seemed to believe that, either.
What was known was that two extremely-similar sets of people were at war. It was miraculous that neither the AE nor the SSE had decided to interfere. Either that or they simply didn't know about them.
For a reason not known, their cultures were also just about identical. Their languages were exactly the same, despite seemingly having developed them independently. They both had a concept they revered, for example, something which was roughly translated as 'the Four Tests of the People'. The first test was to fight within your breed, your clan, until you need to work with them to fight the other breeds. The second was to fight the other breeds of your planet until the other planet appeared and you needed the other breeds to help you fight them. Then, they would fight the other planet before finding a force that neither could face alone, sometimes thought to be their creator deities's nemesis, and attaining godhood upon victory. Of course, this wasn't quite true.
What did any of this happen to do with Wyntre, Axis Tilt or the weird Spider? Soon, all of that will become clear.
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Wyntre had been summoned once before. She was summoned onto a small freighter where she had to save everyone from burning up in a star. She may have went a little overboard, however, in the way she had done this. The universe was down one star.
With her… experience… of being summoned, she had thought that she had been summoned again when she noticed that where she woke was not where she began sleeping. This, however, was not the case. She noticed this quickly; the usual 'symptoms' of being summoned weren't there. Instead of feeling like you've been violently ripped in and out of reality by a nuclear-powered candy crane machine, this felt a whole lot more like…
Well, like waking up.
To gather an analysis of her surroundings, she put her finger to her scouter to let it review the situation. There was a bit of a problem with that, however, and that was this: her scouter wasn't there. Intrigued, she searched her back for the Arcosia.… absent. Now that she realized that there was a good chance that she had been 'kidnapped' in her sleep, she examined her surroundings manually.
She recognized the architecture and knew immediately who made the room. She recognized what it was made of and realized where she was. It was ornately-crafted, a nice change from the last time she'd been summoned, with a good many portraits adorned on the walls with influential figures painted. She noticed her own portrait and admired it briefly. This wasn't because she was on it, of course, but rather because she painted the original itself.
Where was she, however? Why, she was in the Sectin Palace on Ativern-Tibre, home planet of the Adincharans and Sectinians. Now, however, they fought about territory on the planet with great violence. Much death was caused, it gave no pride to Wyntre knowing that she may add more to it before the end of the day. First, she'd need to figure out why she was here.
She looked to her arms, which seemed to be bound by a heavy, ki-powered lump of decorated metals, giving off the impression that they, presumably the Sectinians, wanted her to feel at home, as well as not to 'break the furniture', if you will. Some ki formed into her hands, releasing a bolt a twentieth as strong as it could have been, the restraints shattering despite the strong resistance. It might have worked to limit her power, say, half a year ago, sure; but that was only that. Half a year ago.
She was probably being monitored in an adjacent room through well-hidden cameras, that much was obvious. They seemed afraid to anger her, too, although that wasn't entirely unexpected. She slid off of the bench at the same time that the door at the other end of the room opened, revealing a Sectinian of the Myran Breed.
The thing about Sectinians and Adincharans was, besides their mutual hatred and their affinities with insects and arachnids respectively, their odd division into breeds. The myrans, for example, were an ant-like people who, much like a lot of life in the universe, closely resembled what had been called 'the Universal Default', humans. That is, of course, besides the natural exoskeleton armor, the different colors, the four arms, the retractable 'stingers' on each hand and, in some cases, wings. This was only one tribe (and therefore one breed) among the Sectinians, but there were many more. There was the Biene 'Hive', bees of course. There were many Paterdians, fly-like commoners and flying weak soldiers. There were Isopterans (termites), Blattarians (cockroaches), Cecadilleconians (ladybugs), Onodatans (dragonflies), Caeliferans (grasshoppers and cicadas), Piltedoperans (butterflies and moths) and another three dozen or so. The most important ones by far on the Sectin side, of course, were the bees and the ants. They'd have to be very expansive if they'd want a chance against the Adincharans.
"You are required elsewhere. You will follow me."
Wyntre tilted her head, intrigued. Strange. It's almost as if he thinks I'm going to do so. No, she's had just about enough of this. No more bossing around. No more night kidnappings. No. More. Nice.
"If your Queen would like to see me, she should come to me rather than the other way around."
That seemed to confuse the soldier greatly. He seemed unable to comprehend either how this stranger knew about the Queen or how, upon knowing about the Queen, wouldn't want to meet her. "You will follow me. Now." He ordered, ki 'stingers' showing in his hands. Wyntre couldn't quite tell what his power level was without her scouter, but she was almost certain that she far overpowered him. Wyntre gently shook her head as a way to say 'no', the guard getting frustrated and leaving the room.
There was a new peace. It didn't last for long.
A heavy, armored Sectinian of the Dytisnanae breed with an odd skull shape entered the room, barely fitting through the door. It's skin was barely visible under the thick brown chitinous armor. It's odd horns were that of a rhinoceros beetle. From the paints displayed it on, you could tell that he was a highly-decorated soldier and in more ways than one.
"Miss. My power level is a bit more than yours. I recommend you follow me." A look of distaste came onto Wyntre's face, but she began to follow. She didn't want a fight.
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She found herself in the middle of a round table without a table. Around the obscenely massive room, in a circle, were a series of different yet similar chairs made of expensive materials. Only one of them, however, had someone in it.
It was hard to describe what she was smelling. It smelled like what honey would have smelled like if honey was a gas, and subsequently everywhere. It probably wasn't there to smell nice, too.
The other person in the room was clearly the current Biene Queen. The black and yellow fuzz, the wings upon her back and the crown atop her head accounted for that. She motioned for Wyntre to step forward. She didn't.
"Queen Mehkiralyno, I presume. I've heard about the war between Sectin and Adinchara. I'm disappointed, really."
This visibly aggravated the Queen, but she decided to ignore the comment. "Yes. And you are Wyntre." This comment, in turn, visibly aggravated the Empress. "I am Empress Wyntre Cold of the Arcosian Empire, yes."
The Bee Queen chuckled lightly as if she told a little joke. Her chin calmly rested on her fingers as her entire pose changed. "Where do you think you are, Empress?"
"We are on Ativern-Tibre, are we not?"
"No, we're in hell. But, as you would have knew, I haven't died. Interesting, isn't it?"
"No, not at all. I recommend that you return my possessions before my hand accidentally slips straight through your chest."
"Humorous. No, you won't lay a hand on me."
"Oh, is that so?"
"Of course. The pollen fluctuating through the room, it's taking control. Soon, you'll follow all of my commands."
This caused a light chuckle. A light chuckle which turned into a chuckle. A chuckle which turned into a laugh. "And it might have worked, too, if I was breathing. Just kidding, it wouldn't have worked anyway. Indomitable Will and all that jazz. So no, I'm not one of your lackeys, so I'll repeat: where did you put my equipment?"
The reality of the matter was that Wyntre knew where the Arcosia was. Her scouter was probably next to that. But how did she know where it was? Why, because she could hear it slicing in the distance.
"You fool, you're never getting those back. Bow! Bow before your Queen!"
Through another door came a wide slash of insect blood as out came, dragging itself against the floor… the Arcosia? This, of course, came as no surprise to Wyntre. Her tulpa-intwined link to it could not be weakened by a concept as petty as distance. And now? Now, it flew into her hands. No scouter, however.
"No."
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That was certainly eventful.
Surrounding Wyntre was an assortment of unconscious guards, many heavily-injured. Wyntre stood in the only clean area of the room and applied her soaps. Someone made the mistake on bleeding on me. He regrets it now, of course. She looked over to Queen Mehkiralyno, now traumatized. "So why are you in hell if you hadn't died?"
"… Our… our bodies had been taken over. The souls pushed out. We only have bodies because we could afford them."
"That sounds an awful lot like dying."
The Queen remained silent for a considerable amount of seconds. "-And we brought you down to the bunker to, uh, bring us back. You'd have been a wonderful slave. No matter. He's here for you, now."
Before Wyntre could ask what that was meant to mean, the absurdly-tall roof crumbled, sending in large chunks of rock and stone, followed by a figure she'd never expect to see. She didn't expect it, of course, because she had no reason to.
It was Doctor Axis, the idiot who got in her way back when she was a princess. Him in hell was no surprise, but he was quite… different. The six arms (and therefore eight limbs) were a start. His skin was completely black, as were his hair and mustache. He still had only two eyes, but they glowed red. Still in the room, the Bee Queen bowed to the returned enemy.
"It was never about Sectin. It was never about Adinchara. It was never about Ativern-Tibre. They were means to an end. It was about you and it was about me. As soon as I was murdered, I began work on my spiders. They took over and gave power: wonderful little things, really. I managed to send one to Adinchara. In four days, it was mine. Sectin and Ativern-Tibre soon followed. The funny thing about the spiders, really, is that they don't only take over your body, but your soul as well. Not only do I have their original bodies subservient, but now I have their second bodies too. Gee, I do love hell's loopholes. Now, Wyntre, you caused my death. It is only fitting that you come along willingly." he suggested, bringing a weird-looking spider out from behind him and threw it at Wyntre who commenced to blow it up in mid-air. "There's one thing that you idiots always overlook…-"
She quietly brought out a can labelled 'Anti-Spider Spray'.
"I always come prepared."