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[h3][color=goldenrod]Francisca Labrys Seax Luxuria[/color][/h3][/center]

Fran joined the battle in these dark and dank catacombs, but her reasons for joining basically amounted to whimsy to distract her from her feelings, as she often does. However this time she felt no joy being here, and no particular excitement for the enemies they may face. Even as Victoire, the great and powerful succubus vampire, spoke to the masses of demons defending the catacombs Fran felt no lust for her as she normally would have. The fantasy was gone and now Fran was just aimlessly wandering the battlefield, tenuously siding with the demons simply because she knew no others. Fran wondered if she should have taken Helena’s offer to escape the Nexus or perhaps even join Henry in the Machina. But Fran didn’t think she’d find happiness that way either. No, there was only one real thing that Fran knew could make her feel better about herself.

Becoming more powerful.

It was always something Fran was capable of, but she simply had low expectations of herself and tried to enjoy her abilities she had now. But without wanton lust to fulfill her desires, and repetitive defeat due to facing enemies well above her abilities, Fran felt the need to improve herself instead of just engage in mindless indulgence. Reading that book gave Fran some ideas of how to improve herself, and of course fighting with some level of seriousness could also improve Fran’s skills. In this instance she wasn’t just going to go throw herself mindlessly at the enemy and rely on just her giant axe and a magic wand to keep her alive. She wanted to test her illusions and trapmaking skills, the real thing that she admire Victoire for.

After a brief warm up with one of the many demonic slaves they kept around, Fran walked through the catacombs looking for a fight. While she could follow the larger concentration of demons to where all the action was, Fran knew that the smart, dangerous ones were always going to try to find a way around. In particular Fran was looking for the mecha maids, knowing full well that infiltration is their strong suit. Henry was also someone to look out for since they were on opposing sides now. Fran briefly wondered if Iona was going to show up, but she doubt someone of her considerable power would lower herself to crawling through this dirt-invested ant hole. She’d more likely just crush the entire place underneath a meteor and have slaves dig out anything valuable.

As Fran wandered she received a telepathic message from Victoire. There was a harpy scouting above, another who had infiltrated inside, and Victoire wanted to know where Henry had been. Fran debated telling Victoire that he betrayed the demons, but frankly Fran would be surprised if Victoire didn’t already know that. He had always been vocal about his hatred of whoever sat on the throne of hell and of demons in general. Responding back to the psychic message Fran casually leaned against her axe.

[color=goldenrod][i]”I’ll deal with the angel to the northeast. If you could teleport me near some hazards, I’ll make sure she’ll meet her end. As for Henry, last I saw of him he denounced Lucille and vowed to kill her and her daughter.”[/i][/color] Neither a lie nor the truth. But if Victoire wanted more information from Fran than they could talk more later, if Henry was here then he was surely distracted by the next strongest thing on the battlefield right now.

[@KoL]