"Entertain you? I see, my children's lives are just a joke to you, huh?" Lucius replied. The shadows in the room began to twitch, coiling around each other as he spoke.
He grabbed onto the chains, his flesh searing upon contact. It felt like someone had ripped his skin open and poured salt all over it. This only made him angrier, seeing what she had to go through. He pulled back, trying to root them out of whatever dimension they had sprung forth from.
Several more pentagrams appeared around him, floating mid-air.
"I'll make you suffer for this," Lucius whispered, as the pentagrams unleashed bundles of chains at Ghost. They grabbed every one of her limbs, before tightening and pulling back.
They were going to rip his little girl apart.
Her screams became cries for help, and perhaps the only things as loud as that were her sizzling flesh and Eilphyr's laughter. Her eyes rolled back, and after one final struggle, she went limp.
"..."
