"Remember," Bara said to the four house sized behemoths , "Protect the princess with your lives if need be, but if need be you are to flee from
the palace and take her with you. You are to protect her from harm or die trying, that is an order."
"And . . . why . .. should we . . . obey you." Said the armored and spiked gorilla like titan looking down, way down, at Bara.
The cat like painter fiend didn't flinch at the former jocks (thousands of thousands of years ago). "I am acting as Regent for our princess until
she recovers herself. And thus to disobey me is to disobey her."
The building sized behemoths were greatly were greatly mollified by that as they stood around little Astara's throne, the now child demon
princess hugging herself.
That settled Bara took three letters and handed one each to a blue, purple, and magenta skinned imp. The three looked at her eager to be of
use, normally they were the playmates of the imp that had been Dana's little brother.
It had taken hours to figure out even vague details like where the invaders came from, at least with her best friend leading the charge the
amount of power Dana was putting out made it impossible for her to misdirect or conceal it.
All the letter said pretty much the exact same thing. That as Regent, Bara's word was as binding as her princess'. And that that as Regent, Bara
gave her binding contract that if these words withdrew their support and representatives on the invasion of Princess Astara's realm: then that
world, nor any of it's direct allies, would EVER be targeted by Astara's expansionism.
Bara knew the chances of ANY of the worlds now involved in this accept this desperate offer were laughably low, but she had to try, for her
princess, and for this world that was her -home.-
"Lizith," She said the purple imp, "To the realm only women rule."
She then said to the blue and magenta imps, "Rozibub, Timibub, to the realm of the sorceress and the prince. After you've delivered your
message, go the black nursery beyond the wailing walls of the last sunset, and don't return until our princess Astara herself calls you back."
All three nodded and hugged her, not all that demon like, but that trace of humanity, of child innocence, had been what had attracted Astara in
the first place.
The gates open and the three imps were off to their destinations like a shot, each one holding a white flag as they did so.
All of this of course, would not stop Dana, she would march in here single handedly and Astara from all appearance would LET her new little
sister kill her.
Not if Bara had anything to say about it. She touched the crystal ball that was in the center of Astara's cavernous throne room. It was like a
transmission. 'To every living creature in this realm who loves and is loyal to our princess. I do not ask if you would have chosen this fate, I
only ask if you would now defend it and protect our princess who can no longer protect herself.'
Love, that word was a taboo among fiends, and here she was using it openly without fear and not struck her for doing so.
'I guess we're all freaks even among other fiends. Well this is MY freak existence Dana, and I'll protect it and her to the bitter end.'