A most inhumane, sadistic smile appeared when Graz'zt heard Ariel's resistance, and he then snapped his six-fingered hand. A servant of his, an incubus, stepped forward so smoothly that it seemed more like floating than walking, and presented to his prince an iron shackle of somekind, with a chain that looked as though the links had been flesh turned into each separate ring of iron, and when it was held open in one of Graz'zt's hands, the Dark Prince then smashed the gem in his servant's axe with his foot; the molydeus gave a bit of a wince, but otherwise made no indication of discomfort at the ruby's destruction. Immediately, Ariel would feel as though she was being pulled again, but when she'd manifest again, this time it was out in the prince's court. The air had a distinct chill to it, as though the fiery braziers were not producing heat, but instead sucking it out of the air. As soon as she was completely solid, she was held around the midriff by one of Graz'zt's strong, ebony arms. With the other hand he wrapped the iron collar around her neck, pinching it shut. The point where the halves of the device met turned the bluish purple of metal that had been chilled by the coldest white dragon's breath, but instead of being a knifing cold Ariel would instead feel as though it had been made red-hot for but an instant; thankfully, it was not enough so to burn her.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: green">Your refusal to answer me directly is most unwise,</span>" Graz'zt sneered at her. He leaned his face closer to Ariel, his normally hot breath being ice cold; it smelled of sex, smoke, and a strange scent reminiscent of myrrh. A very different odor indeed. "<span style="color: green">With this restraint, you will obey me, or you will feel... well, to say the least, it wil be very <i>unpleasant</i>.</span>" He made a bit of a hissing sort of sound, coming from the back of his throat making it resemble an animalistic growl at the same time, and his yellow teeth clenching made a clack that sounded dangerous.<br/><br/>The prince then looked at all of those in his court, making a gesture for them to rise. When they all stood, he called out to them, "<span style="color: green">What a beautiful thing! What a work of art! But, art is never truly art until it is spoiled, never appreciated until it is ruined. How should I defile this piece?</span>"<br/><br/>Throwing their fists into the air, the entire court yelled, "<i><span style="color: green">K</span><span style="color: royalblue">a</span><span style="color: purple">e</span><span style="color: darkred">m</span><span style="color: darkorange">b</span>!</i>"<br/><br/>"<span style="color: green">I cannot hear you!</span>"<br/><br/>"<b><i><span style="color: green">K</span><span style="color: royalblue">a</span><span style="color: purple">e</span><span style="color: darkred">m</span><span style="color: darkorange">b</span>!</i></b>"<br/><br/>"<span style="color: green">Your words still escape me. What did you say?</span>"<br/><br/>"<b><i><span style="color: green">K</span><span style="color: royalblue">A</span><span style="color: purple">E</span><span style="color: darkred">M</span><span style="color: darkorange">B</span>!</i></b>"<br/><br/>"<span style="color: green">I almost made out your words! Tell me again!</span>"<br/><br/>"<b><i><span style="color: green">K</span><span style="color: royalblue">A</span><span style="color: purple">E</span><span style="color: darkred">M</span><span style="color: darkorange">B</span>!</i></b><b><i><span style="color: green">K</span><span style="color: royalblue">A</span><span style="color: purple">E</span><span style="color: darkred">M</span><span style="color: darkorange">B</span>!</i></b><b><i><span style="color: green">K</span><span style="color: royalblue">A</span><span style="color: purple">E</span><span style="color: darkred">M</span><span style="color: darkorange">B</span>!</i></b><b><i><span style="color: green">K</span><span style="color: royalblue">A</span><span style="color: purple">E</span><span style="color: darkred">M</span><span style="color: darkorange">B</span>!</i></b><b><i><span style="color: green">K</span><span style="color: royalblue">A</span><span style="color: purple">E</span><span style="color: darkred">M</span><span style="color: darkorange">B</span>!</i></b>"<br/><br/>All of the inhabitants of the court continued to chant, roaring, crying, shrieking as loud as they could that same mysterious, ancient word. As they continued to repeat. Graz'zt leaned down again, his nose touching Ariel's, and then said in a voice that could just barely be heard over the other demons, "<span style="color: green">I will give you the pleasure of this choice. Your lips, your haunches, or your valley?</span>"<br/><br/>((<i>Fear</i>supernatural ability, DC 37 Will save. Basically, make it or be his bitch.))<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>