What is it that they don't get?  Demons corrupt, seduce, tempt, tease, trick, lie, steal, and destroy.  Mortals are the easier of targets.  They're the pure of souls, the most tasty.  Higher entities of virtue, the divines, those who represent something higher in this Creation of theirs with the energy they stole from the Abyss to keep their Creation train going, it's something that the Pale Night's not gonna forget.

Victor tells her to her face, another Incursion, another Battleworld?  Plays with her hair still, unflinching, isn't fazed.  Wow!  Really!  A little bit too soon, but okie-dokie, Baby.

Her ultimate scheme, THE SCHEME, that belongs to her, not yet revealed.  Water shut off, Pale Night incarnate steps out of the shower, taking a break from lounging around and watching the Civil War upon Battleworld begin, because of her.  Now, another Incursion, from another Battleworld.  Beyonder's Battleworld.  It's not like the Pale Night is not aware of this Battleworld or of Beyonder.

Striding from her lavish bath to her bedroom, choosing which fashionable dress or gown to wear, she is still not making her way to the lifecraft or to the front.  She knows Susan will.  She knows others will, like her men upon Battleworld, and her girls.

She's actually annoyed by this point.  A wrinkle to her scheme.  Everything's that's been happening on her and Victor's Battleworld, because of her shameless doing, she's been enjoying.

Someone or two approaches her bare backside while she decides what to wear.  It's two of her attendants upon Battleworld, a young man and a young woman.  They inform her of what's going on.  For her to really do anything, to really act, would reveal herself and her true power and nature.  She has her secrets and her one secret above all is her utter scheme for the entire Multiverse.  All of it.

Empress Blake Knight Von Doom listens and puts something on while her gaze directs out towards the scenery beyond her balcony.  While it's true that her Cosmic Energy she got from her husband, God Emperor Doom, won't work on the other Battleworld, she has her own Cosmic Energy as well as her own power, magic, and energy.

She vanishes.  Then she reappears behind the invaders, within the ranks of the invaders.  Part of the Pale Night's power is it's nigh impossible to detect her, to even find her, to find out about of her.  A curse, really, yet Pale Night embraces it as one of her powerful weapons.  So, Empress Blake Knight Von Doom watches things unfold wearing a black gown.

Maybe she's wearing white.  Two sides of her there are, dark and light.

Silence.  Standing there.  Watching her husband kill James Rhodes and the Wolverine.

Her gaze moves across all the invaders.  Both of her hands flick in movement a little.  Underneath the Battleworld she's Empress of, awaits her work.  No, not the Zombies across the Wall.  HER work.  Nearby across the sky and the stars of the Battleworld she's Empress of, awaits the mouth of the Abyss, mouth and tongues and tendrils of raw Chaos.  Hordes of demons await, HER demons, from HER womb, from HER work.

I want this world, Victor.

Not to rule, for her husband's Battleworld is the true Battleworld to her.

To EAT.