Be'lakor felt nothing at all about becoming female. He was a mass of shadows to begin with, capable of being either male or female. Assuming whatever form he needed to beguile mortals and spread corruption posed no burden for him. As far as he was concerned, he could become anything.
Abaddon, however, clearly could not accept the change. Being transformed into a woman by mysterious magic was the greatest humiliation the Dark Warmaster had ever suffered. When he saw Be'lakor, that powder keg exploded on the spot.
"You bastard of the False Emperor! You corpse-less piece of trash! You bastard, you've ruined us all!" Abaddon shrieked awkwardly through a throat without an Adam's apple. "Be'lakor! Ten thousand deaths wouldn't be enough to settle the score, you bastard! Even space bugs have ten thousand times more brains than you! For your own petty desires, you actually disregarded the bigger picture! Who's going to answer for disrupting the Black Crusade?"
"Dark Warmaster, mind your bearing." Be'lakor stopped walking. The First Dark Prince, now the God of Ambition in the Realms, was deeply displeased with Abaddon's attitude. "This is Chaos's refuge, and we are at a critical juncture. Obtaining Realmspace's chaos portfolio is also the will of the Four Gods."
Be'lakor had taken an enormous risk by entering Lolth's Refuge himself. He had never expected to encounter Abaddon here, and he was actually delighted.
Be'lakor had sensed Aaron revealing the truth of his ascension, and he had also sensed the battle between Lolth and Aaron.
That battle had left Be'lakor drenched in sweat.
After all, once anyone entered Lolth's Refuge, their strength would be restricted to the legendary peak-even Lolth herself. All Be'lakor could rely on was his divine body.
With everyone at legendary strength, their numerical attributes were roughly equal. The only