The Prince smiled, a slow, malicious expression of joy. Upon the face of a demon, it was both suiting and something humans rarely saw (or in some cases, the last thing they saw). The look on her face made it more obvious how the tall female had maintained her rank amongst all the devilish hellions beneath her, bearing the likliness of an animal that would pursue prey to a bitter end.
"Should I find anything, even a word upon the air," Astaroth assured her Queen, "I will bring you their remains, should any survive."
No pulling the punches this time. When she was done with them, she would give their soul - what remained of it - to her legions. The torment and the blasphemy incurred upon Lilith would be ravaged upon the betrayers very essence and any connected with it, for eternity and beyond.
