He sat in a high-backed chair with his eyes closed, scratching his forehead with its horns with a clawed hand. A naked girl sat right on the wooden floor at his feet covered with thick black wool and, devotedly looking into his indifferent face, diligently sucked the member covered with the same coat. Usually, the Lord tormented her inside with this weapon, tearing out pleas for mercy and screams of pain from her throat. But today he was out of sorts, so she had to scratch her lips and cheeks on her hard coat. It would be better to fuck, she thought, once again licking the bright pink, like a dog's head.

“Tired,” he said, not speaking to anyone in particular.

The girl's eyes widened, and she began to suck with doubled zeal.

“Fuck off,” he hissed angrily, and kicked her with a hoof in the stomach.

The girl screamed and, quietly tinkling with chains, crawled away to the far corner of the room.

He got up and went to the window. She watched him with tears in her eyes. Is she tired of him? Of course, to live in his harem and daily fulfill all his whims is far from sugar, but to return to the rest is even worse.

A huge goat-headed Servant appeared on the threshold of the room:

- Milord? - he politely bowed.

“Take her away,” the Master said dumbly.

The servant bowed again, grabbed the chain attached to the steel collar around the girl's neck, and pulled her to the door so hard that she could not even stand up. She needed only to bite the bullet and firmly grip the fingers in the ring through which the chain was passed in order to loosen the tension at least a little.

The gentleman did not even turn around. He looked out of the window at the swirling lava, at the rising flames and streams of black smoke from its surface, at the winged demons scurrying between them, listening to the hum and muffled roar and sometimes screaming and moaning them. And his face grew darker.

“Tired,” he repeated in a whisper.

There was a quiet rustle behind him. He spun around.

“I didn’t expect to see anyone here,” he grinned sullenly.

His guest smiled and sat down in the chair in which he himself had been sitting just a few minutes ago.

- What do you need? - he bore the alien's face with scarlet eyes.

The guest, meanwhile, thoughtfully examined the snow-white plumage on his wings.

“I cannot say that I am pleased to be here,” he said at last. - Believe me, I would not have come here if it were not for the need.

- What do you need, Ael? - Lord's eyebrows moved to the nose.

“I understand you very well ... brother,” Ael grinned, making a significant pause. - To spend here all Eternity is very unpleasant. But you yourself are to blame - to go to war against the father was a bad idea ...

“I already understood that,” he looked away and turned back to the window.

“But you have a chance to return,” continued Ael with the same smile.

“Father will never allow it,” the Lord sighed bitterly.

“Father is no more,” Ael shrugged his winged shoulders. - Now the senior among us Difus.

- Fishhead? - he looked at his brother in disbelief. - Come on, he doesn’t understand anything in the Laws.

“Exactly,” Ael confirmed, and rose to his feet, “none of them understand.” Tantaru doesn't care at all, and Agnis is too hot and quick-tempered ...

- What do you mean? - this time in the scarlet eyes of the Lord a spark of interest flashed.

“If we unite, they will not be able to oppose us,” Ael smiled wider.

The gentleman turned back to the window, but now he did not see the lava and did not hear the rumble and groans. In his ears stood the sounds of battle, the ringing of steel and the whistle of arrows, and before his eyes innumerable armies marched with him on a blazing horse at the head, and a triumphant smile played on his lips.

- What are your goals? - He asked.

- Is not it clear?

- But you never sought to power! - he abruptly turned to Ael. - I came to you then, and you refused to support me.You said you don't need it ...

“True,” the eyes of the God of Heaven shone with indulgent joy. “Then I didn't need it, because you were going against your father.” Your plan was doomed to failure from the very beginning - and everyone knew about it, except you. But now everything is different. If you gather your legions and attack suddenly, they simply cannot oppose anything to you.

“But if they unite ...” Monster squinted.

“Don't make me laugh,” Ael shook him off with the same divine smile, “they cannot unite - the differences between them are too great and they have cherished them for too long.” In addition, they are too busy inciting hatred between their races. So now is the best time to attack.

- And if I lose?

- You won't lose anything. You will return here to the same position that you are in now. But in case of victory, you will receive much more than you lost then - you will return your name, your temples. Your cult will become even more revered than it was before.

- And you?

- You do not understand, - Ael suddenly sighed heavily and looked away to the side. - Four gods, four elements, four races. Now the world of people is ruled by Kainaroni, but kings still dream of seizing the supreme power. This is the ideal ground for the start of a new war. The brothers do not understand why war is bad. They believe that it is worthwhile to allow people to destroy each other and create another world. But I know - no matter how many worlds we create, the result will always be one. Because the problem of these worlds is not in them, but in us. We create people in our own image and likeness, we divide them into races according to their own elements, and each race worships its god, adopting its desire for absolute power ...

- Do you want to establish a single religion for all races? Do you want to unite people under the rule of one god? - guessed Mister.

“Yes,” Ael nodded. “I cannot become such a god as neither Tantar, Difus, nor Agnis can become it, because in this case one of the races will be magnified, while the others will have to obey it.” This will inevitably cause discontent, both among the people and among the gods. And you are another matter. You do not have your own race, it means that in your eyes they are all equal. And you are in their eyes the personification of a frightening and unknown force.

The gentleman smiled and slightly covered his burning eyes.

“Ael, your speeches are convincing, as always,” he said after a pause. - I agree. When do we perform?

“As soon as you are ready,” the God of Heaven slightly bowed his head.

* * *

The time of welfare has come to Guarran. Four races recognized the power of the Kainaroni. Cvardadian continued to serve as her personal guard, but now detachments were created from agniarnon, divaduron and dandiarol, which also guarded the rest of the Lady.

Antanel still performed the duties of the True Warrior and accompanied Tarn in her incarnations in other worlds, but if he had not remembered anything about Guarran on such travels before, now he was always well aware of his mission and of Kainarioni’s mission.

It seemed everything was going well, but every day Antanel was becoming more and more disturbed. With growing emotion, he peered at the clouds gathering over the horizon in the evenings and followed Tarna's movements with double zeal. Something was brewing, he felt it. And Kainaroni spent more and more time in the Sanctuary, and not in the Council Hall.

“Antanel,” she once told him, looking anxiously off into the distance, “everything will change soon.” The world will be different.

He gently hugged her shoulders:

- Are you afraid of this?

She shook her head and pressed her cheek to his hand:

- Drastic change always means war, and war is always death. I'm afraid of death, Antanel. I am afraid that my subjects will die, that children and widows of the wife will remain orphans. I am afraid of the eyes of old men who bury their sons. I'm afraid of tears of sisters who learn about the death of the brothers ...

- Maybe still cost? - Antanael easily slid lips on her neck.

She closed her eyes: ...