Sarah was laying in the sand, wondering what just happened. Well, she knew what happened. She was flying around looking for survivors that didn't know the Harbingers were dead, and a purple portal appeared in front of her. She flew right through it before she realised, colliding into a wierd, purple beach.
Deciding that staring at the ominous sky wouldn't help, she began he long walk through this barren land. She was actually worried about how little presence she could sense. It was slickly she was all alone.
That changed when she felt intense anger. Only, it didn't feel natural. The only thing Sarah could think of that was able to produce so much artificial rage was berserker.
Propelling herself in the direction of the berserker, she hoped they would be able to help her. However, she started to worry when the anger faded. There was no reason for a berserker to revert so quickly unless they were in danger.
Activating her own rage, her mind began producing psychic energy at an increased rate, allowing her to speed up her approach.
The village she saw in the distance looked... wrong. The buildings didn't have any actual logic to them, and they just stopped at the edge. Like a city only half constructed.
The rage returned and she could tell as was close to the centre of the village. She followed it until it faded again. But it didn't matter. Now, she could see the threat.
There was an incubus and a succubus that looked to be feeding on some poor woman. Being bisexual, she braced herself for what to expect.
Gripping her bastard sword, she flew right for them. Even from behind, she could tell how sexy they were. The incubus was ripped, and would no doubt have a six back if his body was any indication. The succubus had a slender, hourglass form. Even from behind, she was able to get a glimpse of what must have been enormous breasts.
Should they notice her, she'd be as vulnerable as their victim. So she didn't give them a chance.
Throwing her blade, she telekinetically spun it so it would be like a buzz saw and decapitated them in an instant.
Instead of blood, they turned to Ash and faded into nothing.
Getting a better look at their meal, she looked like a weaker version of herself. Sarah tried not to stare at her exposed breasts. Instead, holding out a hand.
The other woman seemed to snap out of the pleasured state quickly when they made eye contact. She looked confused and bewildered, but took her hand.
"Thanks for the help."
"No problem. I'm Sally Dora Amara Puetriem. Can I ask your name?"
"Samson Dillan Ambrose Puetriem. And before those demons showed up, I was a guy."
Sarah could sense no deceit from her, so chose to believe it.
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