Scarlet wanted to yell so many things but even her tongue had been curbed and she could only look on helplessly as the green flames finished refining the soul eaters and the energy was sucked into the tattoo on her hand.
"Perfect," the old deity declared, "It works perfectly, see, don't you like it when things work out for everyone?" he smiled.
'No, I don't.' she thought. 'I am on the losing end here.'
