Who likes to get a white cocktail party dress going on?  Blake, that's who!  Moving  through the throng, she does, clapping her hands, moving her motherly cracked hips, her powerful legs from surfing, swimming, dancing, soccer, and volleyball carrying her along.  She's still got it.

One soul after the other, this patchwork populous from pieces of multiverses crashing into each other from the Incursion gradually know who this dancing woman is.  Empress Blake Knight Von Doom.  Her white dress hugs her curves as much as a black one can, her moves brushing off the question of why not a black one, brushing more than that!  Against some party-going dancers of this club Blake found in one of the zones of her husband's world.

Those that don't know who she is yet are wild with her.  Those that do, there's fear in their eyes.  But who fucking cares.  Her very aura, her power, that corrupting and seducing side of her pulls them right to her.

Bad Habits by Ed Sheeran play.  Empress' request.

It's a party going on.  A celebration.  They didn't die.  Battleworld survived.  Another scary incursion didn't happen.  The song's loud, hypnotic, upbeat, and so very Blake's song.  She moves, surrounded by men, by women, cause she's bi, you know.  Some just plain normal.  Most are superpowered, heroes, villains, just trying to survive.  It's fucked up when your home universe decides to crash into another, isn't it?

Fuck, Blake just loves this song.  IT'S SO HER.  She's got her drinks on.  Got a strange addiction to Aviation Gin.  Go figure.  She's drinking a lot.  By herself.  No guards.  No escort.  Just being a normal citizen.  What she's got in mind though, might get her in trouble with the Sheriff and his Deputy.  Awe, oh well!

Don't be shy, loves.  Dance with me.  I like to dance.  Empress wants to, she wants it, so let's dance.  So, they dance, mm, this song's so her.  Bad habits, her bad habits are so bad, yet they're so, so fucking good.  Dance, dance, dance, she's got her eyes closed now, her arms in the air, her hips moving with some superhero's hips who's got some powers.  Mm, he's sexy and feels so good.

The music moves her, the lyrics enthrall her, and faces flash in front of her.  Victor, Cetrion, Kylee, Nyghtwolfe, Spark, Robert, her Wolf, her gods, Jamal, LeeAnn, her children, her very precious daughter, so many faces.  Close to her by like.  More closer to her in desire.  The song gets going, more faces, her FOREVERS, and her people on Battleworld.

The population of Battleworld increased.  Some didn't survive, they didn't escape, they got eaten by this terrible thing of horror.  Mama didn't get Beyonder.  Didn't like these invaders escaping.  Just one little bite, just one taste.  What're they to do now, after seeing their leader die?  So, an incursion did happen, in a way.  Mm, feels so good, you do.  So strong, so full of power, whoever you are.  Blake turns slowly, hip to hip, move to move, like they're gonna fuck soon.

One of the invaders.  Blake knew it.  One of the faces she saw on the battlefield that escaped, that were allowed to live by either her or her husband.  Poor, poor, poor thing, you've lost your home, yet you've found a new one, but I'm still fucking pissed.

Her serrated knife appears in her right hand.  The shock in this one's eyes never registered.  Murderous intent.  Vengeance taken.  Message sent.  Black blood sprays upon her face.  Mm, black blood.  Milky white cannibalistic eyes watch where the blade sank into deep.  No, not even picked it up, did ya, baby?  Bad habits, indeed.  See?  She's right in wearing white.  The song's still going on, she's dancing, tiny infinite droplets of black blood cover her.  All those faces of those so very close to her dancing all around with her in her mind.

Mine, mine, mine.

Touch them, I cut, I eat.

Mm, this one's so sexy.  Wait, baby, don't give into the shock, I still wanna dance with you.  She cuts, cuts, and cuts.  And no, she's not a Zombie from beyond the Wall.  She's not a vampire.  She's not undead.  She's worse.  Like she's fucking him and riding him, but maybe not, she's biting deep into that wound and fucking eating fresh meat.  Mm, this one's got some power.  Someone nameless to her, but if he's got a famous name, who cares.  Let THEIR new citizens know that Battleworld will be defended.

The song ends.

She's done.

The body falls to the floor.

They scream.

Her white dress turns black.

Skillful knifeplay still moves her hand.

The song's stuck in her head.

She's licking her lips.

Blood's everywhere.

Someone calls for the Sheriff.

That's her cue.

She's gone.