<div class="floatleft">(http://comicartcommunity.com/gallery/data/media/148/Turner_Purgarori_color.jpg)</div><br/><br/>Even though the Queen made her way into the Hall to inspect the prizes, Sakkara remained within the shadows. She may serve, but she did not bow. Much. Sakkara was quite adept at<em>just</em>towing the line of subservience. Onyx hues narrowed slightly, the silence thickening around her as she waited for the choices to be made. There was that slight chance the Queen would decide to take Bryce right away, would take the Beast she had chosen for Her own. Instead a question rang through the heady air.<br/><br/><em> “Who brought one of the Celestials here?”</em><br/><br/>Sakkara's wings slowly shifted to behind her back, allowing more light to bathe her crimson form, dance off the shine of leather adoring her. She too had noted the arrival of the Celestial, and as the Queen stepped to touch a single Glorious feather, red lips would part, fangs would gleam, and a low rumble would flow from her chest. The Demoness wanted a taste of the Divine blood. Her head would tilt slightly, raven tresses slipping across smooth shoulders as she pondered silently. Obviously Her Queenly-ness would take the Angel first, yet how to gain him after? Would there be anything left? Questions for a later time...<br/><br/>...her Beast awaited.<br/><br/>Sakkara had watched Bryce carefully as the Queen made her rounds. There was no fear in him, even as he stood there chained. His body sang with tension, his darting eye obviously seeking a way to escape. He was exhausted though, and the Change would not come upon him as yet. She would need to make sure his confinement was well prepared.<br/><br/>The Queen made her choices and swept from the Hall, all the little underlings made off with their acquisitions, leaving Bryce alone in the near dark. Sharp heels would clack upon stone slowly as she made her way near Bryce, the sconces lining the walls seeming to flare more to life, allowing him to see her slow, languid approach. A smirk was settled upon plump lips, the the hint of her fangs teasing against the lower tier. Black eyes would stare at him, and as she finally stopped several feet from him, her hands clasped behind her back, her tongue would lick her lips slowly.<br/><br/><strong> “ Such a killer you are. So fierce, loving the taste of blood. Yet look at you now, puppy. So small and pathetic, the Queen bypassed you. Just as I wanted. She does not know the little secret that resides within you. But it will be that secret that I will use.”</strong>Without warning a hand shot out, and the thick whip that she held snapped out with forceful accuracy, the end twisting around his Bryce's neck several times. She would begin to wind the free end over and over on her hand, inch by inch pulling him towards her.