When I considered the reputation that history had fabricated for me during my past incarnation as the Black Madonna, I considered that could well be. Who are you? The guardian angel of whores or something?’ ‘It’s just an illusion, ladies,’ I stressed, which calmed them enough so they dared to touch themselves and feel their own forms beneath their hands despite the Dracon guise they were wearing. The women looked scared, but when I turned them into Dracon too, they screamed and ran from each other. ‘I’m an illusionist,’ I explained, and transformed into a Dracon guard. ‘I have an idea…’ And it was a good one in my opinion. ‘But there are guards everywhere,’ the bravest of the girls said. One of them began slapping the cheeks of their unconscious companion to wake her. They went into a huddle to discuss the issue and it didn’t take them long to decide to take the risk. ‘Stay and you will surely perish,’ I told them. ‘Do you want to get out of here?’ I asked. I looked at the women, now cowering in a corner. When his eyes rolled back in his head I figured the answer was no. I held his angelic face gently between my hands and his beautiful violet eyes focused on me a moment. I switched off the camera transmission then moved to the bed to see how Mathu was faring. ‘Don’t panic, I’m here to get you out,’ I explained. When I made clothes appear on their bodies they were doubly stunned, and when I appeared amongst them one of the girls actually fainted. ‘Please, help me,’ Mathu mumbled deliriously, but none of the women dared to release him from his bonds-so I did, to their great shock. The women left in the room burst into tears, all too distraught even to attempt to flee. ‘Fuck you,’ Ishtar retorted, and her angry footsteps pounded off into the distance. ‘Sex is about as mysterious as your sterility,’ Ereshkigal responded coldly and pushed past Ishtar and out the door. ‘There just might be a pervert in you after all,’ Ishtar said with a leer. No doubt her heart was in her throat mine certainly was. She turned back to face Ereshkigal, her hands on her hips. Ishtar spotted the glance and stopped in her tracks. She looked back briefly, perhaps to say goodbye or give me leave to complete my mission. ‘I’m not interested in your peep show and I don’t take orders from you!’ Ereshkigal said, following Ishtar to the door.
‘Do us both a favour,’ she said, ‘stay here and organise this lot. Ishtar caught her up and had passed her in seconds. But as he’s not here,’ Ereshkigal said cattily, and moved towards the door at a snail’s pace, ‘I’ll go and investigate myself.’ ‘Because I thought my Lord Erragal would wish to be informed first. ‘Then why didn’t you go and look?’ Ishtar sounded exasperated at being expected to do everything herself. ‘I don’t know.’ Ereshkigal was most unhelpful. Although I had no idea what she meant, Ishtar understood well enough. ‘I have had a report of a disturbance down in wash and emboss,’ Ereshkigal stated. I wasn’t really sure if any of the Nefilim liked one another-they were too self-serving and emotionless. ‘Where are all the men?’ Ereshkigal asked, with some resentment in her voice-obviously she and Ishtar didn’t get along. Are you finally getting over your frigid streak and coming to watch me work?’ That threat got the girls moving quick smart. ‘Give me some decent footage to feed his sweetheart, or I’ll toss your sorry arses into the Hell of a Thousand Wrinkles!’ ‘Hit him with another dose of Viagra, ladies, and dope him up again,’ she ordered her sexy extras. ‘Liar!’ Mathu yelled, which frustrated Ishtar no end.