Some hours later:

POV: Imari

Imari gazed up at the burning form of her father who was now back on his throne. Adoration blazed in her eyes like a raging star as she stared on. In her eyes, her father was perfect and unmatched. No one could stand before him. Not even her. So she would strive to be worthy In his eyes, no matter what it took. She closed her eyes and took a breath of the pure air of her Father's realm. The air here was sweet and filled to the brim with flavor. Even more now that all of her senses were enhanced.

She could hear the melody that filled her veins mingle with the hum that filled the world. It was a song that only she could hear, and it gripped her muscles, and begged her to dance to its tune. It was the sweetest of songs, and she could see molecules of the air dance in tandem with the beat. It was all thanks to father that her understanding of the world was growing.

Imari swayed in place tandem to the nose, rolling with the pleasure that filled her. The song that sang from her flesh and blood was a strange melody. Unlike the one that filled her world, and came from her father, this was dark. It was haunting, and filled with a strange sorrow. It clung to her mind, and body, and wanted her to dance. To show the world, the sublime agony it embodied.

The air stirred gently around the demon, as she focused on the song and picked it apart. There was sadness in the notes that played. It was much like tears that fell from the heavens. That was mixed with the sweet taste of death that Imari was already growing accustomed to. It was a heavy looming heartbeat that rippled the air, and beckoned with feelings that could only be explored once.

But the strongest sound was the gentle ring of a lost voice, crying out into the air. It was a life cut short, begging to be heard. That was the most pleasurable part of the song to the young demon. It was such an exquisite pain, locked forever in time, that the entire world could hear. In honor of its slain sibling, it would carry this song with her, and everyone can listen to its final moments.

“Eldest sister. Greetings.” A deep voice disrupted Imari's peace and her eyes flickered open. Standing before her stood her newest sibling. The one that her father made his Warmaster.

“Morningstar.” Her reply was short, and annoyance bubbled slightly in her chest. She didn't mind her younger brother. Nor did she feel any jealousy at him becoming her father's chosen General. That was not a role she would be capable of filling.

“We haven't had a chance to speak yet. Do you have a minute to discuss the upcoming invasion?” Her brother stood with her arms crossed. His wiry body stood taunt and the sunlight fell onto his honey colored flesh.

“What about it?” She asked as she focused on the air around the other demon. It pulsed, in a strange rhythm that seemed comforting, yet it had an air of intensity that made Imari want to focus on it. It was a strange song that her brother played.

“Father mentioned that we will be laying siege to Zalaabael's forge shortly after you left. I wanted to know your place in the attack.” The demon swept his silver hair backwards, and his rainbow-like eyes glimmered slightly.

Imari stared at him for a moment. Her thoughts were torn in multiple places. A part of it was focused on the demon's song. Another, on the world's song, and a portion on what her younger brother was saying. “I will be where the fighting is the thickest, and the most dangerous.” As she spoke, desire blossomed in her chest.

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She loved fighting. The feeling of a weapon between her hands sent shivers of pleasure down to the depths of her stomach. The memories of flesh parting from her spear tip made her want to moan in pleasure. But above all that, the sound everything made, was truly orgasmic in the extreme.

“Of course, honored first.” Morningstar gave her a small bow, and crossed his clawed hands over his chest.”If I have any that I can’t train personally, would you take them off of my hands? We cannot afford to waste any assets in the coming days.”

“So, you expect me to take your undesirables? Brother, I have no desire to train them.” Her eyes narrowed slightly, and annoyance flared in her chest once more.

“Dear sister, you misunderstand. They would be given to you to do with as you will. I'm not asking you to train then because I can't. I'm asking you to show them another way in life. A way that only you have the knowledge of.” Morningstar’s voice took a lower pitch, and he bowed slightly. His mane of silver hair fell over his face, shrouding his form, making him look as if he was a moon, showing reverence to a god.

“Brother, I'm not naive. I know what you are doing. But you make a valid point. I will allow it this time.” Her words carried a whisper of future threat. She wasn't angry this time. No, she was simply bemused by her brother's actions.

But he was right. Father was getting ready to declare war on the demons of war, and as it stood, they were all woefully unprepared.

“Thank you, First Sister.” Morningstar straightened up before spinning gently on the wind. His wiry frame was taunt, and oozing a sense of comfort. It whispered even to Imari to give in and listen to his words.

She hummed slightly as she gazed at his backside for a fleeting second. She still had quite some time to train before they left the realm, and there were quite a few things she wanted to work on.

The first being her weapon work. She knew there was more than just a spear that existed. She craved to find those weapons and learn them. Maybe even see if father would train her once more.

She reached out with her clawed hand and ran her finger across the stone tip. Against armor it wouldn't work. But, with the inclusion of magic, it would. With the gentle graze of a lover, she dragged her fingernail across the soft stone once more.

Yet, she still seemed to be lost at what her magic truly was. Father said everyone had some affinity; they just had to look inside themselves.

Imari drew a breath of the sweet air and closed her eyes, pulling her attention inwards towards her core. It hummed like the music that poured from her being, and mingled with groups of scintillating glass.

She stared inwardly, watching the magic swirled in a kaleidoscope of colors, and the music humming in its strange rhythmic intensity. It would seem that there was a lot to learn. She swung her spear with a liquid grave, and watched as the magic in her core hummed slightly. It didn't feel as nice as it had before, instead it felt like the sound caused by a simple motion.

Once more she swung her spear, and this time she felt an almost imperceivable shift in the sound that radiated from her core. It sounded a little more lively. Instantly a few dots connected in her mind, and a wide grin split her face.

Part of her magic was music and sound based, and it would seem her actions could dictate the melody. But there was also glass magic in there too, just like her father had.

Her long tongue slithered out of her mouth and traced her teeth in glee. Now, it was time to practice until her fingers bled, and she couldn't move anymore.