Alexandra explains it to DM by DMStories on DeviantArt (original) (raw)

"The Watchers have chosen me to be the Deliverer because I actually do the work," Alexandra said. "Maybe if you'd done your job rather than flapping your thighs for monster cock you'd still be the heroine."

Damned Maranda's face reddened. Her eyes narrowed. The cocky bitch was in for a hard lesson. It was true Maranda had failed, but she had stayed alive. She wasn't proud of the things she'd experienced. Disgusting things. But she had survived so far. Hell had a way of breaking beautiful women. It seems to have a craving for them and a desire to devour them. Self-righteousness wasn't an asset. DM would survive. As the Watchers choose another and another beautiful girl to do their dirty work. When there was a trail of dead, pretty girls, the Watchers would come crawling back. Ready to give her back her powers. She'd do better then.

"You won't survive," she said to Alexandra. The brunette recoiled in shock.

"I'm better than you in every way conceivable. Faster, stronger. Hell, if I'd whore myself out, I'd make every horny demon forget your name."