Princess Jahi Morningstar, Duchess of Duzakh and Lady of Prostitution, sat in the garden of her ducal palace eating flame-berries. Her husband Lord Ahriman was away on a hunting trip with his brother Aposh and his sister Bushasp. Jahi had stayed behind due to being so late in her pregnancy. As she sampled the berries, she thought about how Loki was pregnant as well. She couldn't wait until they could show each other their respective babies.
Jahi stretched her curvy body. The red-skinned, moth-winged, ram-horned demoness was widely renowned as the most sexy of Lucifer's children. She twitched her lioness tail lazily as the wind blew through he garden's bloodblooms. It was such a peaceful late afternoon! She had heard that there were severe brimstone storms over Dis right now, but the skies over Duzakh were lovely and clear.
The tranquility of the moment was spoiled when a fiery portal opened, revealing Qesem and Heka. Jahi clutched defensively at her pregnant belly. The sorcerers roughly dragged the unfortunate princess through the portal before she could even scream. Jahi found herself in a shadowy cave filled with damned Iron Knight souls. A sinister magic circle served as the centerpiece of the cavern. Jahi had no idea where this cave was (not even which circle), but she could tell she'd rather be anywhere but here.
Jahi was startled to see her brother Loki here... and yet it didn't seem like Loki. Gone was the prankster's cheeky smile, replaced with unfeeling blankness. His eyes were featureless pools of utter black, pure voice that devoured light and darkness alike. Curiously, his belly was no longer rounded ans swollen with child. Had he given birth prematurely? Jahi then spotted most of Lamashtu's slave-wives (aside from Pallaca). All of them had the same emotionless faces and dreadful black eyes that Loki had.
Heka tied Jahi down in the middle of the circle and stripped her naked. "You are Jahi Morningstar, daughter of the Devil," she said to the prisoner. "You will make a fine vessel."
"A vessel for what?!" Jahi gasped, glancing fearfully at her belly where the baby grew.
"You shall see," Qesem chuckled. He took his knife and cut open Jahi's womb, ripping out the baby and hauling it roughly to an altar. He gleefully hacked the fetus to shreds, chanting unholy prayers to Tiamat, Apsu, Kingu, Cronus, Typhon, Echidna, Ymir, Surt, Nidhogg, Apep, Lotan, Yam, and countless other mighty Chaos beings. The sacrifice completed, the sorcerer licked the child's blood from his claws and his blade.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" Jahi wailed anguishedly.
"But yes!" Qesem cackled. "Tiamat and her brood feasted well on your spawn, Princess."
"You animal!" Jahi spat. To her shock, Loki and Zonah (on of Lamashtu's concubines) held her down for the sorcerers.
Heka painted evil-looking runes on Jahi's nude body, whispering forbidden spells over her. Jahi could feel her natural magic weakening and her memory fading. Just as Qesem approached Jahi with his ceremonial dagger, a sudden burst of will to live surged inside Jahi's soul. She broke free from Loki and Zonah's grip, darting for the cave mouth. An Iron Knight tried to stop her, but Jahi raked her claws across the man's black-eyed face.
Jahi fled out of the cave and onto the face of a craggy mountain. Other Iron Knights followed her, but Jahi eventually lost them in the jagged twists and turns of the mountain peaks. Eventually, the possessed Iron Knights gave up and returned to the cave, figuring that Jahi must have lost her footing and tumbled off a crag to her death.
Jahi fled into the desert, naked and vulnerable. The partially completed ritual has stripped the princess of all of her magic. Even the ability to open portals was gone. Worse, she had lost her memory. She could not remember her name or where she came from. As far as she knew, she had always lived in this desert whose name or location she did not know. She also felt that she had irretrievably lost something precious, but she couldn't say what. Oh well, at least she hadn't become one of those inky-eyed things from the cave. She was sure that was what the sorcerers had wanted. Glad to have her freedom, the nameless demoness flew off into the desert in search of shelter.
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As Negal sat at his desk, he suddenly had a waking dream of Beelzebub. "Master!"
"I came to warn you, Lord Nergal," said Beelzebub. "Do not communicate with Heka and Qesem today or tomorrow. My sorcery has revealed to me that Enoch shall soon be searching for the demons your lackeys have turned into chaos thralls. You must not be implicated! I need you to remain as Director of the the Secret Police through Princess Miasma's wedding. Better still, the visions tell me that Lucifer will soon name you Grand Chancellor. On Enoch's (admittedly wishy-washy) recommendation, no less!"
"I see I'm slowly gaining his trust," Nergal grinned.
"And you must not risk it be being caught conspiring against Lucifer like that fool Adrammelech was," Beelzebub said firmly. "Remember the fate that HE met!"
Nergal swallowed nervously. "Right, Master. I'll keep away from Heka and Qesem for a while. If they crash and burn without me, then so be it. I can always lure more sorcerers over to our side."
"Correct," Beelzebub nodded. "Now I must leave you. Farewell."