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offensive?" Cadence sighed.
                  "I don't know," Acheron shrugged. "Ask me again, but do it slutty this time."
                  Cadence lapsed into silence.  Lyric did not bother getting involved, it never helped.  Acheron was a demoness.  You could count on her being awful.
                  "So Lover, wanna let sweet cheeks drive and come back here with me?  We can make bad choices together."
                  "I'd rather make gentle love to a cactus."  The Singer lied.  Suddenly his steering sprouted needles.
                  Many dangerous swervings and colorful obscenities later he got the car back under control and glared at Acheron in the rear view mirror.
                  "You suck." He said.
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                  Oberon seethed with fury.  
                  While the ignorance of humanity could be annoying, generally he found it entertaining.  Humans had a hedonistic streak almost as wild as his and his children's.  
                  The demons though, they were a mess; insane, angry and strong, some with powers that rivaled his own.
                  Acheron.
                  Another wave of anger swept through the fairy King's body.
                  His children called her Thosmere Rift.  It began as a description and became her name.  A result of her nasty habit of burning them to a crisp.  They had been feuding for centuries, the Fair Folk and the demoness, relentlessly harassing each other, until Acheron grew bored.
                  She proposed the treaty.  No more killing, no more burning, no more casting spells on her that made her greet dogs the naughty way.  Oberon saw it as a win-win and eagerly agreed.
                  The Fairy King looked at his son, Logi Condeve and the fury continued roiling inside him.  He paced back and forth, waiting for Thosmere Rift to pass by.
                  Logi had been stupid, true.  He was sucked into serving the false goddess Melody in a pointless war on the second sight city of Markhato.  Oberon had not even been to the City of Light since he setup the warding spells for them. These days he preferred the peaceful bliss of his kingdom, the land of Faerie, or his vacation home on the British Isles. Now his son stood by, one eye short and a brand the shape of Acheron's perfect lips on his cheek. He had openly - shamelessly - told his father what happened.  Arrogantly he professed his undying devotion to the demoness; not caring that it meant his death.
                  In an effort to save his son and punish Acheron, Oberon brokered a deal between Trytohn and the Thunder Monks. Secretly of course, the Thunder Monks guarded the storehouses of nature's wrath just outside the gates of heaven. They would never voluntarily do business with the chief Fallen. Still, Oberon needed both to make his plan work.
                  Promising an end to the Thunder Monks Curse, he elicited an agreement from them to capture Acheron's magic. A little dance, a small storm and no more would their daughters die before their sixteenth birthdays. All they needed was something of Acheron's to make it work. True, his son's face would never be the same, but that’s what you get for being stupid.
                  Trytohn was easier to convince. He'd do business with anyone and the promise of his favorite demoness’ magic was irresistible. All he had to provide were Runes from his personal alphabet that had the power to bind Acheron without involving the Power of Bondage herself.
                  Oberon stopped pacing and looked up the road.  They were approaching.  He smiled grimly and sent his son to the Thunder Monks so he could prepare his attack.
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                  A flutter in his tie to Acheron caused