How long has it been since I last entered these halls, the dark haired woman thought to herself. Scylla, as so many send by the Queen in search of the 'perfect' male, had been plaguing the mortal seas. Hundreds of shipwrecks and people gone missing at sea could be contributed to her and her alone. She more then happily watched the life been squeezed out of their bodies as she dragged them to the cold crushing darkness of the ocean. Those she deemed worthy enough were given the honor to receive her poison, turning them into bloated mockeries of their former selves.<br/><br/>Seated on a crudely carved disk of obsidian rock, she was carried to her destination. Underneath this massive stone, hundreds of twisted beings tried to carry the massive weight. Scylla had not an ounce of pity for the miserable creatures she had claimed, forever to serve her and carry her throne.<br/><br/>The gates of the throne room were opened once more and a small impish demon appeared to announce that The Vengeful One had returned from. The first thing that came through was a massive black tentacle, wrapping itself around the unlucky imp as it was then dragged away screaming. Moments later did Scylla enter, still seated and carried by her slaves. Tearing flesh and breaking bone could be heard as the wolf heads were fighting over the remaining scraps of the imp.<br/><br/>Scylla overlooked the scene with her emotionless black pools as they approached the Queen on her throne and the mockery of a trial that was about to begin.<br/><br/><br/>