The angel, more in tune to Diadra's mental state, notices her weakening will, first, and reacts; the room melts away, the manacles along with it, and a dozen vines burst out of the ground, sliding between Diadra and the succubus, pinning the latter to the ground, flat one her back, though, due to her imperfect control over Diadra's realm, the succubus is left looking more like she's in a bondage outfit, than anything, the vines accentuating her ample assets, on top of holding her down. Ignoring the bound demon, though, she hurries over to Diadra, cradling her. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry... are you alright?" she asks. "Aww, why'd ya have to ruin the fun, we were jus--hrrk." the succubus adds, until a sudden spike of metal juts through the ground, impaling her throat, effectively silencing her, for now.