"MASTER! YOUR SLAVE RETURNS!" Lilith declared, appearing in a burst of flames. She stood in the court of the Darkest One, sealed away on the Isle of Hades, himself unable to go beyond his borders... but he could still send his slaves.
"REPORT SLAVE!" Said the monster on the throne, not stomping in the middle of lancing a demonness on his lamp.
"ALL GOES ACCORDING TO YOUR WILL OF COURSE!" Lilith said rubbing her hands together, the demoness shedding her disguises. Now appearing with the face of an old hag, and wings stolen from a dragon. "The Divine Champion will become a slave to pleasure, become a slave to you, and will free you from your prison! I promise!" Lilith said like a pet trying to please its owner.
"Good Lilith, maybe someday you'll be worthy of giving me pleasure," The Darkest One said in the most patronizing voice imaginable. Lilith merely nodded like a well trained dog.
"THANK YOU MASTER!" Lilith practically drooled. She served Master many times, like taking the form of the Virgin Goddess and him beating the life out of her, over and over, and over. She was happy to obey. Like all the worthless scum on this planet should have been happy to obey. "But Master, what of the real Virgin Goddess?"
"DO NOT MENTION HER!" Red lasers shot out from the Darkest One's eyes, jets of light from his horned living darkness. Lilith was blasted into a wall. She sobbed, not from pain, but from displeasing her Master. "FORGIVE THIS WORTHLESS SLAVE MASTER!" Without hesitation she began banging her head into the stone floor until it cracked and her forehead bled.
"Now... as the real goddess who ruined my perfect world where women knew their place, I alone will make sure she is distracted. You need not concern yourself, slave. Continue to play your part, and you will be rewarded."
"YES MASTER!"
"Fail and you will suffer like none before or after you!"
"YES MASTER!" Lilith said in the purest sycophant tone imaginable, and meant every word of it from the core of her being.