Such thoughts were ironic, for Indra was the next stage of humanity's evolution; a rapid change that put Darwin's theory into its final, horrific proof. Survival of the fittest; those who were weak became food for the strong. At the moment, two top predators were having a feeding frenzy; the only difficulty being the sheer slipperiness of their prey. But now one had remained still for it, something that Indra looked forward to.

It leaped. For a creature so seemingly ponderous, so obviously slow and dull, such a leap should have been impossible... yet it cleared the lower floor in one smooth arc, crashing through the railing as though breaking through a flimsy piece of plywood.

More horribly, it soon proved that it was the god of thunder and lightning, a power that filled its very core. The lightning Elle pumped out crackled across Indra's skin, around its armored plating... and before her eyes, the deep wounds in its arms began to seal shut, the bolts arcing until they were absorbed into the demon's body as easily as sunlight.

Then it slowly stepped towards Elle, now swinging the great lance on its right arm as though the heavy metal was nothing more than a toy. Elle wasn't normal... that was greatly to Indra's satisfaction. And after that, another meal was nearby...