Fall of the succubus goddess

Glasya stared toward Morena with a stern face, lifting her hand, "How could a dracolich be so strong?"

Morena's draconic body melted into a puddle of acid, releasing a blast of acidic mist into the sky.

CRACK! Phlegethos's red sky turned black as the clouds gathered and lightning crackled. With two yellow eyes glowing in the mist, it started to rain heavily. Each drop spawned an undead and raised the dead cubus into Morena's undead army.

"You know you're lucky?" Morena said, taking a step forward, flesh covering her bones. "If you did this to sister, she would have burned you and this layer to oblivion."

"Big words from a mere dracolich," Glasya growled, her horns growing thick and her face twisted.

"Finally showing your ugly face, succubus," Morena looked at her, "You might have weakened Cain, but to his luck, I'm here watching his back,"