Let Justice Be Done Ch. 88

It sneered as the barrier around the house with the Smith Fae and the Miracle Child went down, and saw that attempting to so much as take a step closer would be futile. 

Not only had that Disruptive Archangel returned, but also had ninety nine angels with him to defend the Miracle Child from harm or being taken. 

It clicked it's tongue as it saw its attempt at tragedy had failed.

It sent a thousand curses on the Untimely Fairy Mage that impended Its path, yet they all fell to nothing. For what use is a curse upon one that accepted death and was more or less already one with it. 

It looked into the Psychic Sea, trying to divine Its next move, yet Its powers as a Seer, or rather, Its ability to manufacture anguish, were proving to be difficult.

Among the Broken Polluted Shards of True Suffering, only two held intelligence beyond instincts.  

It and Its strongest sibling, Bringer of Suffering Through Change.

It was a being that looked female but was not feminine. 

A being can understand but will never bring harmony. 

A being that can speak but never brings consolation. 

Its form was simply one that is meant to inspire dread and omen. 

It took the form of a crone. 

The rest did the True Suffering's will, yet It was given enough wisdom to direct them if need be.

Directing the two, Bringer of Suffering Through Mistakes and Bringer of Suffering Through Helplessness, to live in the same dwelling as Bringer of Suffering Through Obsession, had not succeeded as It had planned.

The Disruptive Archangel did not come alone to aid the humans, but rather brought an army with him. 

It did not See that. It could only speculate that something happened from when she Saw and the present time. 

It would need a new plan to break the Disruptive Archangel. It wasn't enough for him to die, he needed to experience suffering through his being before he was done. He needed to break, only to mend and then break again and again. 

It didn't know why It held such HATRED for the Disruptive Archangel. It was simply an instinct It was born with. While doing the True Suffering's will was part of her being, so was bringing Misery to the Disruptive Archangel. 

Yet It had failed. 

For now. 

Torment can also be accomplished by pilling up small acts, bit by bit, like a building a tower of clay, till it all inevitably falls. 

It left the vicinity home of the Untimely Fairy Mage and went to the Mournful Mound. The bodies of It's siblings were mostly destroyed. The Stone of Unearned Riches, was taken from Bringer of Suffering Through Obsession's corpse. It hoped it would bring catastrophe where ever it went, but that was in the hands of chance. 

It went around absorbing all the leftover pieces of Its siblings to empower Itself.

And to deny the Disruptive Archangel the chance to free his mate's chains to the Winter Ruler That is Envious of Lovers. 

It would need to tell Bringer of Suffering Through Terror to stay within the Cold Fae Lands, as the Disruptive Archangel needs something to keep his life miserable. If chance is one Its side, It might manage to get the Miracle Child killed by Bringer of Suffering Through Terror. 

She didn't count on it, but as the humans say one could dream. 

After that It needed to find something that would add to the scales of the Summer Ruler That is Desperate for Control, for her gamble. 

It looked into the Psychic Sea once more expecting nothing. 

Then It's eyes widened in cursed delight as It saw It's chance. 

It cackled loudly and harshly. A sound like a knife hitting a row of bones. 

Yes, It found the way to bring the Disruptive Archangel low. That way will be through the Last Will Devil Child. It's face held a nasty grin as It got to work. 

It will bring heart wrenching pain, sorrow and anguish to the Disruptive Archangel, and he will fall to it no matter his efforts. For It, and the suffering it brings, was inevitable.  

It was the Black Hag, Bringer of Suffering Through Misfortune.