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wanted not to be disturbed, and a young woman walking the streets of Jerusalem at night was not likely to go unmolested. So she became he, for a short time. And she/he wandered the streets, past the houses of the rich and of the poor, through the empty market and dark alleyways and well-lit streets where men reveled far into the night.
    Nyx could feel every mortal around her. She sensed them sleeping, eating, talking, fucking, crying, laughing, fighting, and abusing one another, these humans her Tribunal had been sent here to judge. In one of the alleys she could sense thieves, waiting to kill her. She smiled at them as they came close, and they fled from her red serpent eyes and mouth full of gleaming, razor-sharp teeth.
    Nyx listened to the sounds coming through the walls of the houses. She heard quiet conversations, arguments over money and parents singing to their children. She heard cries of joy, pain and outrage. She amused herself by marking in her mind which of these mortals she would see again after they died. So many of them were Hell-bound. If they knew what horrors awaited them, she wondered, would they be able to control their impulses?
    At one house she heard the cries of children in pain, one after the other, and the grunt of the man who was taking his pleasure on them. Nyx stopped on the street and listened. The noise angered her in a way she couldn’t understand. She had little but contempt for the humans, but a child was innocent. It had no power to help itself…
    I will look forward to seeing this man in Hell, Nyx thought. Assuming that bastard Lucifer hands Hell back to me.
    Part of Nyx hoped he wouldn’t. She was still enraged by the death of her Tribunal, and was ready to lash out and kill. She would tear the entire mortal world to pieces, if she could, and then go back to Hell and rain fire and destruction on Lucifer and all those who opposed her.
    She heard another child in the house cry out and heard the man’s breath quicken.
    I am the Queen of Hell, Nyx thought. It’s my job to punish the wicked.
    She kicked in the door of the house and stepped inside. The child’s cries of pain turned into screams of horror. A shutter shattered as the man flew through it, to land broken on the street, his life bleeding out through the hole where his genitals had been.
    He said wait, Nyx reminded herself, as she stepped back into the street. He didn’t say I couldn’t punish the wicked while I did.
    In a street known for its prostitutes, a man came up to Nyx and, seeing her as an attractive young man, gave her a proposition. She smiled at him, accepted his coin, and let him lead her into an alleyway. She leaned back against the wall as the man knelt before her and took the male part of her mortal flesh in his mouth. She tried to concentrate on the feeling of pleasure, but it was nothing compared to that searing ecstasy she had felt in the arms of Tribunal.
    The rage she’d been trying to hold back flooded her. How dare these humans kill my beloved? How dare they even walk the face of this Earth?
    The man rose to his feet and grabbed Nyx’s shoulders, turning and pushing her face first against the wall before shoving her robe up to her slim, narrow hips. Nyx let the man penetrate her, even as her teeth changed to razor sharp fangs.
    This human will die first. And when Tribunal comes, the rest of them will die, too.
    The man thrust harder, trying to make Nyx cry out. She didn’t oblige him. Her fingernails turned to talons, digging into the clay wall of the building. She would wait until the man was near climax, she decided, then rip his manhood off as she had the pedophile’s. Only this one’s she would shove so far into his ass that it would burst out his mouth.
    Then I’ll kill everyone else in the streets.
    A familiar scent wafted into Nyx’s nose, a familiar sound floated in the air. It caught her whole attention, and the man pounding into her false body was forgotten.
    Judas.
    To leave one’s