Upon her throne of obsidian, held aloft by the souls of the drowned, Scylla simple remained silent while the events around her unfold. As tensions started to rise within the throne room, so too did the aggravation of her wolves.<br/><br/>Each wolf head started showing its fangs, venomous saliva dripping from their mouths while their gold burning eyes tried to capture any being in the room. Snarls and growls were the only words ushered, showing Scylla's irritation....but not the woman. No, she of pale flesh and raven hair on top of the giant monster remained a statue of calm control, her icy eyes gazing around as the room unfurled into chaos.<br/><br/>It seemed the Queen was loosing control as one of the others attempted to break the most sacred of bonds, even to the likes of them. A tiny twitch of her mouth, was it a smile, appeared on Scylla's porcelain face when the Queen rose up and began to show her true being. She could hear her servants squirm in agony while the entire layer shook under the Queens fury.<br/><br/>“I SHALL NOT HAVE GOD’S WRATH UPON MY REALM!”<br/><br/>Scylla's wolves howled as the Queen's words echoed through the layer.<em>It seems you are finally done with these childish games,...welcome back</em>The woman thought. Scylla held no regards to the Queen, but as a demon of vengeance, she could only admire this image of wrath.<br/><br/>All this didn't seem to stop the Ambassador from lighting the man on fire. However, instead of being burned alive, the man had seemingly changed. More interestingly, the tables started to turn when the man took control, casting Erato to the floor with her own chain.<br/><br/><strong>"I'll make you pay for that"</strong>The man yelled at the succubi. How the mighty have fallen.<strong>"Quite impressive display"</strong>Scylla's cold voice praised to the little man<strong>"...and you my Sister, all that grand talk just to be cast to the floor by a mere mortal..."</strong>Her gaze then turned back to the human Tristan.<strong>"As for you, know your place and release her...this little distractions have endured long enough" </strong>The porcelain woman stated from above the towering beast, the seven wolfheads slowly turning their attention towards the man, while giant black tentacles began to arch in Tristans direction.