Ifurita stood there on top of Angband as an angry red cloud boiled over the mammoth tower.
"I am ready my Lord."
A peal of thunder and a bolt of red lightning struck the most powerful Efreet.
She was engulfed in red light and when it subsided, the cloud was gone.
Ifurita opened her eyes. They shone scarlet in the dim light. The helm of Angband sat on her head. The black Armour was her armor. The Sickle was in her hand, the Vrangaka in a sheath by her side. Her staff shone with unspeakable power.
Ifurita and Zenevas had become one.