Morgana snarls, loosening the grip on the spiderling ever so slightly, but still not letting it go.
Originally Posted by AskÉlise
"Well well.. what have I done this time?" Elise's voice rang out.. but she was no where in sight, and her voice seemed to come from everywhere. When Morgana grabbed the spiderling, Elise's voice burst into anger "Put. It. Down... NOW.. or I'll see how immortal you are when your head is detached from your body" Elise said viciously
"I know what you do, Elise. I know how you lure so many away to their deaths. You probably believe your own fallacy that you're 'taking them to a better place'. I've done my research.
But this isn't about how I absolutely hate
how you manipulate, draw in, and then destroy those who have devoted themselves to you without even giving them the courtesy of the truth. This is about something else."
She looks around. Elise's voice seems to be reverberating across the entire room, but Morgana is hardly intimidated by her eerie game.
"You've been spending time with Sarah, becoming her...friend. She is one of the few that I possess, and as you might expect, I find that your track record of how you treat your allies gives me little confidence in her safety while she's near you.
I will avoid walking down the path of my sister, however, and give you the benefit of the doubt...for now. I trust Sarah's judgement, so long as you do not harm her. Though, for now, I dislike everything about you, I will avoid a similar incident as last time I saw you.
However, if Sarah gets hurt in the slightest way and I catch wind of it..."
She tightens her grip around the spider's thorax, eliciting a pitiful squeal from the baby arachnid. Its tiny limbs flail wildly as it cries out for its mother. Morgana winces at the sight and loosens the grab, freeing the spiderling from the pain.
"...Your poor, adorable babies won't be the only ones suffering the consequences.
Is. That. Understood
To mediate her demand, she loosens her grip on the spiderling yet further, holding back a coo. Her fingers were now limp enough that the arachnid would be able to flee on its own. Whether or not it would was yet to be seen.