<span style="color: #ff8000">"I don't fear you nor Whisperia, I have forms too large for you to hold, too well-armored for her to injure. But like I said, I don't want to go anywhere right now I am... comfortable."</span>She gave Whisperia's hand a soft squeeze and smiled faintly.<span style="color: #b300b3"> "Oh no, Mistress wasn't sexually active enough to keep me fed and didn't want me whoring out. My Stone provides me with everything I need. She keeps a tight leash on all of her demons, even that miserable blueberry looking fuck of a void walker is content. And they usually spend all day floating around being miserable or getting punched in the face. I said anyone, as in people, and last I checked Mistress is currently trying to piece together a woman who you hurt quite badly." </span>Before Whisperia could react Iron was on Monia, glowing nails searing away the demonic flesh while Kitori squirmed away.<span style="color: #5900b3">"Get off of her!"</span>Monia struggled violently under the weight of Iron as her tongue was ripped from her mouth and her screams muted by the glowing claw wrapped around her throat.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>