The Queen of the demons of Lust, Goddess Cybele de Luxuria, cracked her whip, urging her followers forward. She wasn't going to be bothered to chase after a worm, so they better catch the worm soon if they knew what was good for them.
"Catch the wretch, you useless fools!" Cybele roared, baring her fangs. Hard of demons now pursued a lower demon, a mere minion of her long-time rival. She smirked as claws and fangs marked the poor creature as it tried to escape, shadows and darkness getting ever closer. Her smirk widened as the creature was enveloped by shadows, completely unable to escape.
Those shadows that grabbed hold of the poor lower demon were her minions and they now brought the poor creature before her, making it bow at her feet. Without changing her downcast gaze at this now prisoner, she lifted his head ever so slightly with the sharp nails of her feet, marking his face in the slightest.
"You are mine now, wretch" she whispered, her lips parting just slightly to add to her glamour. "And I will do with you now as I please."
As soon as she said it, she kicked him away. "Take him into the dungeons. Bind him well, I'll do my questioning later."
