[Suzerain of Sheol]

"Au contraire, ma chérie." Catherine's voice trills from the ledge above him, where she now sits perched, invisible to all eyes but those of her Master. "Until meeting you, I did not know of the Sangreal's part in my damnation. I thought, perhaps naively, that my many crimes -- against my fellow women, against Nature Herself, and against Almighty God -- had purchased me an eternity in perdition. Did not the vicars speak of divine retribution? I see now that Hell was merely the dream of my ignorant soul. I made it for myself, and it was not real. What I'll return to when this war ends, I cannot say."

La Voisin idly strokes the thorny neck of her pet demon, its jaggedly-sinuous body coiled around her legs. "As for what shall befall us here? Delicious chaos, you may be sure. I have your leave to unleash these hounds of Hell when the moment strikes, do I not, dear Master?"