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Diana jerked upwards upon seeing Ria's unbecoming feint to pry her away. Reluctantly, she backed off, a hint of a snarl in the corners of her mouth, as she eyed Kheraket on the corner of her eye. [b][i]So much for having a little fun without getting caught, huh. I might need to strongarm this situation a little... although the little body of the witch will not last.[/i][/b] The psychopomp thought, as her attention was drawn elsewhere. First, a huge rumble, which shook her unsteady balance and that of Ria's. It seemed the battle above raged on.

Then a second presence was walking towards the medical bay. Ragged clothes and skirt, a mask. Bruises and blood stains. [i]Lightbringer.[/i] The muted conscience of the witch she inhabited recognized him first. That and the large girl besides him, who was in a similar if not even worse, state of sorry dressing, what with a Saint Laurel's uniform full of blood. 

"Well, looks like people have been naughty on my absence..." Celestine said in his usual singsong mocking tune, but those who knew him would notice how he was barely able to contain his tiredness, rage and frustration this time around. He had received a call from his fellow Mephisto students, and thanks to having cajoled the titty monster he enjoyed an airborne lift back. Apparently a bunch of students had a fracas with Clara, and now they had been forcefully teleported inside the battlezone as end result.

So much for a little skull cracking. It turned out to be more babysitting. Cel looked at Meredith. "Well, let's do this, my demon lady." He said, as he pointed at the fellow fallen students."Could you whip one of your healing spells and get them patched up, and then we shall do a little...dance." Celestine added.

"I'm hungry." The student said, in an almost whisper, as she stumbled almost on Celestine. "I need more food." She added.

"Yes, yes I shall invite you to dinner." Celestine added as he tapped his foot against the ground of the pavillion. "But fi-"

The Fallen One never finished the sentence, before Meredith drew her arms around him and gave him a long kiss, knocking the mask off him in the process.

[i]We have to help Lightbringer, that's-[/i] Diana thought to herself, trapped in her body. But her partner in crime did not move an inch, having a sort of perverse pleasure to see comeuppance to what seemed a slimy individual. Celestine tried to struggle, but it was in vain. Caught off guard, the tall and demonic Meredith had strength to spare to keep him pinned down.

He stumbled to the ground, gaping for air like a fish tries to breathe outside water. Meredith wiped her mouth with her forearm after the deed, not giving him a second glance. "Better now. That hit the spot..." She said, almost giddy, to the rush of having followed her instincts and awakened the traditional way of succubus feeding. She bit her hand, and drew a circle to perform first aid on those present, a small smirk in her face.

It had been the first time she had tried to shut her heart and tried to think with her head. Like her mother seemed to do all the time. Turns out, she wasn't as dumb as she initially thought of herself. She had seen through this man's attempts to manipulate her. He wanted a demoness to sic on enemies, to answer his beck and call. But he had also nearly killed her. It was a fair retaliation. She thought to herself. She was trash too. He was trash. She had made a lot of people miserable. Yet, when she was looking at her fellow companions and students, she bitterly admitted that she could only be friends with people if she helped them overcome these kinds of situations.

Life wasn't fair. And fights and love weren't either. So she had no qualms to use any kind of dirty deed at her disposal. "I'm sorry Ria, Dee. I have been too much of a bitch obsessed with Wolfie. I needed to get a grip." She said somberly, before spreading her wings, revitalized.

The reaper inhabiting Diana could not help but restrain her laugh at the amusement the situation provided. It was better than a cheap pulp novel, that was for sure. And seeing the slimy man crawling like a worm after being tricked by a demonic girl seemed to also produce a small amusement in Diana.

"Sh.shit." Celestine said, his forces all but gone. "But I guess this also works...too. Diana could you help me?" The trickster almost begged, talking to the small girl. The Moira moved, before squatting next to Celestine's face, and producing a handkerchief, wiped his lips of demonic saliva. "There, you have no longer taste of demongirl in you. I mean, what did you expect, leaving me to die and all? Be lucky that I am not turning you into one of my summons, Lightbringer." 

"Well I guess we can't really fight like this." Not-Diana added, before taking a seat, and allowing her wounds to slowly heal.

[b][i]I think I am getting a little better at this.[/i][/b] She mentally thanked herself for a good well done.

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The arena was chaos around her, as Meredith scoured the battlefield that still raged. She had never seen so much corruption besides her own house in one place. And they were powerful. She was drained. But she had awakened a power to replenish herself rather quickly. So she needed to do like the funny man with the funny hat and the accent like that princess-like first year. Divide and conquer. After grabbing a shocked random minor snack on the way and tossing his drained self into a recycle bin post-draining kiss, she set her sights on a rather curious aggrupation of monsters. Some cultists brimming with eerie power backing up a monster made of flesh, sinew and tentacles, fighting yet another monster made of flesh. Also some half mechanical bull half man cutting people down.

It looked like the videos her mother always shown her. But it had a distinctive quality. Only a few of those seemed... tainted. So she swooped, and perched on the nearest salient, ready to pounce. She needed to be careful to win this. No more reckless Meredith.