Although Jasmine joined the others in agreeing to the demon queen’s demands, Malcanthet’s focus was now elsewhere. Her smile soon faded and was replaced by a flicker of rage at the insolence the foolish barbarian now displayed. Her body visibly stiffened and she leaned forward and glared at the barbarian, claws rasping against iron as they scraped into the arm of her throne.<br/><br/><strong>“You think I have time to whisper sweet nothings in your ear, you pathetic creature? You are here of your own free will and nothing more. You'll have little doubt when I whisper to you...” </strong><br/><br/>The eyes of the demoness narrowed and the last syllable was expelled with a vicious snarl as Remi’s mind begins to cloud over and her thoughts are replaced with an unnatural darkness that quickly turns to a scene of nightmares. All of the pain, suffering and despair of the kin she has recently slain force their way into her mind and she can do nothing but collapse to the ground and cower.<br/><br/>Satisfied that she'll have little trouble commanding the respect she is due, the Mistress turns towards the rest of the group to see if any of them are game enough to question her.<br/><br/>[Remi is simply unable to make the saves required against this level opponent].