For the first time in quite awhile, Callisto found herself regretting spending more time on earth than in hell.<br/><br/><em>Alright well... hell with that. Earth certainly yielded many more surprises to be enjoyed by an immortal such as her.</em><br/><br/>Nonetheless... Callisto did not like the idea of not being aware of what was happening and it just so happened that the longer you spent away, the more you were bound to experience this feeling.<em>Who knew?</em><br/><br/>There had been a general order given out to go and acquire things of...<em>interest</em>for the queen. Something new... something, perhaps unexpected. What had surprised Callisto however was just how much of a barren wasteland this region of Hell had been turned into. Again... a surprise of hearing second hand from other Succubi that the order had gone out, and not actually being in hell at the time the Queen decided to clean house. It probably wouldn't have been so much of a shock otherwise. Callisto made her way along one of what seemed to be hundreds of little isolating pathways. The awkwardly large stones and hill-ridden landscape of the region provided for countless crevices, caves and looping tunnels that resembled the interior of a bee hive without the absolute neatness found therein.<br/><br/><em>"Well... this is all highly irregular. You'll have to forgive the interruption."</em>she offered as she re-entered and came fully into view of her new captive. Her eyes scanned the nicely sized room. The bolting cuffs that generally held human-sized wrists and ankles were almost entirely useless to a creature like M'Gul. A Minotaur's size was not so big as an overgrown werewolf, who's appropriate chains would still allow the Minotaur to (with some discomfort, admittedly) squirm his wrists out of them. Those of human grade restraint well... they simply would never fit a Minotaur for obvious reasons.<br/><br/>Callisto glanced into the dark itself... the creature's form still explicitly hidden in the overbearing shade. She brought her hands slowly up in front of her, a thin orange gleam expanding and sparking into flame in either palm. As though her hands were torches, the shimmering miniature fires began to blaze to two vividly shimmering balls of flame.<br/><br/><em>"... and the abduction."</em>she brought up with a small lifting of the chin. She was too late to make it part of the original sentence but it just seemed to feel awkward, apologizing for travelling to the realm in which he held such power and interrupting his daily business... and not apologizing for actually abducting him and bringing him here. Hence... pride not allowing her to begin an entirely new sentence, she latched it onto the first.<br/><br/>Her right hand rose as she turned slightly to the right along the dark edges of the room wall. With a chilling huff of a breath through curved lips, as though blowing a kiss... the vibrant orb of fire snaked forward from her hand, the ball originally darting forward but expanding in velocity and overall substance, as though her hand had become a flame-thrower. The flame expanded along it's trajectory and clashed with the wall of stone as it swept forward. the flame itself was briefly lived, but now... the dozen large hell-fire chain bolts along the wall were sizzling... a dozen orbs of burning chains against the stone wall.<br/><br/>In effect... Callisto had turned the unbreakable hell-chains into torches. Her fire was persistent, able to exist where fire ought not thrive simply because she'd will it to... and yet... if she desired it to extinguish itself, it could be the middle of a drought-ridden forest yet would simply cease to exist. Half the room lit dimly as a result of these modest flames clinging to the bolted metals inserted into the walls as though they were firewood.<br/><br/>Glancing to the left, she arched her gaze upwards ever so slightly... intent on not allowing the Minotaur to be in the trail of her flame-throwing. As before... the wall dimly lit as the roaming expansion of flame brushing against the length of the wall left a series of modest embers that consistently grew into tiny fires sustained on each of the unused chains bolted into the wall. This light allowed her a better look at her captive.<br/><br/>She took several steps towards him... he truly was a beast of a creature...<br/><br/><em>"-... and the uh... accommodations."</em>it seemed she couldn't really run out of things to apologize for. Of course, she'd never actually say she was 'sorry'... rather using the terminology: 'You'll have to forgive the...' to present whatever she'd demand his forgiveness for. In the case of his accommodations, well... the creature was chained to the wall like some kind of display at a museum. To demand that he forgive being interrupted and abducted she might as well go ahead and include being restrained, right?<br/><br/>She took another few steps forward with a playful sigh, rolling her eyes...<br/><br/><em>Truth be told... if she was going to demand forgiveness of this creature, she was not going to run out of things he'd need to forgive any time soon. She wasn't exactly bringing him to a Spa.</em><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>