I serve no one, Sabelya thought, her rage so overwhelming that the water around her became a comfortably warm temperature almost instantly. I have never served anyone, and I will never serve you! She looked up, but saw no sign of Natal coming to her aid. Natal! What are you doing?!
Up on the surface, Natal ignored her commands. The ghost approached the pendant, lying on the edge of the ice, and sunk back into it.
Lips curled into a snarl, Sabelya returned her attention to the void creature. Unfurling her hands, she mustered up all the power she had within her, and lit herself with hellfire. The unearthly flames washed over the void being, untouched by the water, burying into the fiend.
But it seemed even those fires were easily doused out by her opponent. The void creature laughed, and then it cooed, Ah... You see, lovely human... Natal, as you have taken to calling him, is of my line. He belongs to no one but my goddess, as he is destined to be Her vessel. A hand caressed Sabelya's face. My dear, poor mortal. You have made a grave mistake. You have taken both my heirloom and my heir. What awaits you for your crimes will last for eternity, and will make all the tortures known on this world you walk upon seem like a speck of discomfort.