One of the benefits of having the arcane-ability of teleportation was for stressful times like what He was now facing. He could literally just, pack up the whole fuckin family and They could go to one of His Private Islands and just...!?
And, for much worse than better.
That was exactly what He was doing.
To an extent.
I've run out of room to cover for You Demona. There are no more excuses I can make. Nor are there anymore cards for Me to play in this matter....
He did his best to keep His Thoughts centered to Himself and extremely guarded. And He needed All of His Bitches to sense that and know that. He was doing His Best to make sure that all of Them knew that He was not playing favorites. Because there was no room for favoritism, at least!?
Favoritism without results.
Favoritism without results was foolishness.
And He Knew This long before He'd ever undergone His Master's Human-Modification Program centuries ago "I'm too old to let emotions alone influence Me, but...?"
While His Words were quiet.
And the dimly lit darkness around Him remained undisturbed.
His words made it clear that He Knew Full-Well that He'd already screwed all of that up decades ago. And it was only now that He was finally making an honest attempt to get His House back in order "Fools believe that long-life and immortality are curse and not a blessing...?" he mused aloud again, quietly.
Trying His Best to sort it all out.
He was not alone in this darkness.
A darkness... of His Choosing.
From which one of His Most Favored Yahksujorajin finally emerged.
"Sun-Mahtsaba...?" She sent to Him mentally. Maintaining the silence that He clearly wanted, but She understood that He clearly didn't need it.
Or all of this darkness that He was standing in.
One of the Senior-Most Wives of His Yahksujora "Sun-Mahtsaba...?" was always the One who would step up and speak up even when Demona Herself would fall silent and subservient to Their Sun-Mahtsaba's Will or Whim. But for Azmerelda it was never about being overbearing or trying to Prove Herself or Prove a Point, no.
It was always about stepping in and stepping up for the Best Interests of Their Sun-Mahtsaba and Their Sect-13 as a whole. It was a huge part of the reason why He had to come here to Wahn-Ock Island in the first place. Because Azmerelda had finally said that enough was enough and did Her Due Diligence in verifying Bellzonna's claims.
Examining Bellphena's rebuttals.
And then finally making a ruling and taking Her Ruling to Their Sun-Mahtsaba so that this perpetual state of Demona's defacto domination of Sect-13, finally, came to an End.
Azmerelda's deep brown skin caught the few floating holo-display lights just right as She emerged to stand next to Him. While His Precious Sun-Yahksujorajin, Demona. Was still on Her Hands and Knees behind Him, in the darkness, with Her Head hung low and Her jet-black mane of thick hair covering Her Face in Pleading-Defeat and Desperation.
Azmerelda did Her Best to try and keep Her Satisfaction of Demona's defeated condition to Herself.
But She ultimately failed as soon as She moved to stand at His Side. And so She dropped the pretense and dropped Her Attempts to keep Her Feelings and Thoughts and Images away from Him. Instead choosing to give Him full-access to Her so that He could see every part of what She was thinking, feeling, envisioning and imagining and why.
And that was what was overlapping every bit of tele-empathic information She was sending to Him.
She needed Him to see Why She was reacting the Way She was Reacting to the potentially toppling defeat of His Precious Demona. Even as She took Him by his left arm and drew in close to him. She was sending to Him the Fact that His Most Beloved Bitch had been given plenty of chances to led His Bitches to Victory since She toppled His Triumvirate during the Colonial-Rebellion of 1700's "You have to make a ruling," she mentally implored Him "you have to make a decision. Otherwise We will fly apart."
She did not hold back what She saw in Her Mind.
She showed Him all of His Best Bitches, divided.
Each having taken Their Own Factions of Followers.
And begun the age old battle of warring for power, while Their Mutual Enemy was very much still at Their Gates...!
She showed Him a starlit night sky with His Sect-13 at each other's throats.
A night sky filled with His Bitches.
Firing at each other.
Fighting for the Cause of Their Faction of Their Moon-Mahtsaba!
Where the screams and cries of battle are only drowned out by the sounds of blaster-fire between them and the all too familiar droning-whine that all Earth-Mangs make when they've finally taken too much damage and Their Biotech-Systems can no longer keep Them in the air!
The droning-whine of when Their Flight-heels finally burnout alongside Their Flight-systems and They begin the abrupt and agonizing careening out of control or flat out falling out of the sky from all of the damage that Their Body's can no longer absorb and Their Biotech-Defense Systems can no longer regenerate or repair or recover from.
The plume of gray-smoke that erupts from Their Flight-heels and trails like a tail behind Them as They are sent plummeting to Their Deaths and Destruction!
The sudden shock as They go from hovering in place and exchanging fire from Their Chest-&-Hand Blasters!
To taking that last shot, that fatal-shot!
That finally pushes Her Defense-Systems over the edge.
And burns out Her Flight-systems along with Her Critical Core Components.
It's simply the last straw that Her Body can take.
And Her Defense-Systems simply don't have the means to mend, materialize, or bypass to a back-up!
The shocked look of finally reaching Her Limit, is universal for all Earth-Mangs.
But Azmerelda was showing Her Sun-Mahtsaba that these were His Bitches, His Earth-Mangs, His Tuwari.
Wiping each other out, because He had insisted that allowing for His First Wife to continue to lead Them all too ruin, even Him.
The Freefall into the Abyss.
Is what it is called when an Earth-Mang loses Her Flight-systems while hovering.
The quick plume of white-smoke that comes out of Her Flight-heels!
Then that sudden shocked realization that she can no longer fly!
Then the quick reintroduction to gravity where She tips forward with no means to right Herself or falls backwards with no ability to follow-through and get Herself tits over heels again. And regardless of whether She tipped forward or falls back She still instinctively makes a spread-eagle move with Her Legs under the false notion that Her Flight-heels will miraculously come back online or recover from that last fuckin fatal hit that finally put them out of commission for good!
The quick plume of white-smoke dissolves out into a constant stream of white-steam!
Which lets anybody and everybody know that Her Flight-heels are not coming back online unless and until a naughty-nurse, dirty-doctor or some other med-sci Mang-type!!?!!
Can catch Her and Her Cohorts in a shower-spray of bio-molecular beams that can quickly do mass R&R to Her and whomever else alongside of Her has been forced into the same ship that has set sail to sending Her and whomever else on Her side suffering the same fate!
Sailing into the Void of Destruction "You have to make a ruling Master." Azmerelda pleaded "You have to or We're All Finished...!"
And this was something He Knew for a Fact!
The World had changed, dramatically.
And the last thing He could allow was for His Bitches to fall into a complete and total Civil War while Centennial-Mangs were now being joined by the newly-minted and made ARC-Mangs!
"It's 1903 now, Sun-Mahtsaba. We no longer have the definitive advantage in Earth-Mangs and win-technology." Azmerelda remind Him.
Meanwhile Demona actually gave off a hard and loud bitch-bark that shook her body and made sure to remind everyone around Them that She'd failed to capitalize on Their Advantages over the centuries!
She kept her head low and was not even attempting to mask the Fact that Her Ass, was Done.
She was constantly sending as far as She could that She was Defeated and Broken and actually more than ready to be PELTED and Destroyed on the spot by any bitch who wanted to finish her off!
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