Did Ivan take her for a fool? Think that his failure was merely an accident and the devil-woman would be content to move on without compensation? Oh, how she cut through that pile of nonsense like a guillotine blade cut through the necks of the guilty. "Lies." She hissed, her temper was short tonight as it would seem. She had it up to her neck with people disappointing her, as of late. "I know better than you think and you would do better to not lie to me. If you utter one more lie, I will cut out both of your tongues and serve it to my pet. You were being watched, the whole time. You failed me. I really do not care much for failures." That ominous threat billowed within the full extend of that room, her power snapping and crackling with so much potential for destruction. She wondered what it would take to break a man like Ivan.. or even his darling little assassin.

Of course, she watched, of course, she tested them to see if they were the real deal or not. Clearly she was entirely wrong. It was a pity, she had a long list of people she wanted dead and the deep pockets to afford such luxuries.

Ivan kept speaking, digging away at his own grave. Here she thought she may have had use for him. She found that little slice of patience wearing thin. "Your assurances mean nothing, I expected results and you didn't deliver. You are fortunate my words were the only one doing the lashing, I will take pleasure in making you my own personal whipping boy. There is this something that I've wanted to try..." She muses with sadistic fervor, a slow twisted smile distorting her face them. Those pale eyes seemed to look at him as though she could peel off every last bit of skin from his body like an orange before disassembling the vampire, one layer at a time while he desperately tried it heal. She would need to starve him first, to slow the process nice and slow. What a mistake it was to have thought better of him. It was entirely disappointing. Ivan nothing more than substandard in her scrutinous eyes and there wasn't a reason or use for him anymore, other than another one of her victims. There was more ways than one to get payment back, even as he so bravely denies her. Risque today, unfortunately for them both was hardly picky how she obtained that payment.

"Tell me Ivan, Que crains-tu?" That French dances easily from her self-satisfied lips, her powers of unforgiving torment seem to reach out and press against his cheek. Just a singular icy touch of fear and death, intermingling within a cocktail of sordid promise.

Not that she needed to know, but she wondered all the same how he would slime and slide his way out of his current predicament. If only he knew the insurmountable suffering that was coming to him and his little blonde trinket. Maybe he would be a little more on the floor begging at her high-heel clad feet. Maybe she might even keep them both alive just to tell the cautionary tale? Or maybe, as always, she would get lost in the sweet, heady high of slaughter? There was much to be determined still and yet, oh show she relished within it.

What the devil woman hardly expected was for that look of recognition when Ivan's beady, clever little eyes landed upon her Tetradore. It made her take pause as though those powers that leaked out of her simply ceased for a simple moment. Possessiveness snapped upon her like a sudden lashing whip. "How do you know my pet?" Her voice sliced through the thick tension laced room after Tetradore uttered his words, condemning himself of guilt he was hardly aware of.

For the first real time, the malevolent vampire woman stared at the pale haired witch, yes she could smell that stench from here. That magical blood dancing within her veins. Her fathomless eyes are like a hungry blackhole devouring every last morsel of information, committing that pretty face to memory. She was now on Risque's radar and that was never a good place to be. "Vhalla, hmm.." She cooed that name upon her lips with a sick satisfaction, her crimson lush lips curling up into that sadistic smile. All while she let her fingers reach for her pet, drawing him closer toward him as soon as he peeled himself from that wall. "My, oh my little feline does like to wander when I let him out.. Mon chat, what have you gotten into this time?" There was something sweetly malicious about it, infused with that caress of violence in those putridly sensual words uttered.

"I am curious of what she knows. Or have you kept her in the dark like you do all your fleeting fascinations?" A dark slithering chuckle, full of sex and violence flooded the room.
Even despite how utterly annoyed that it would seem, she needed better tabs on her cat. It would appear she offered him a leash that was far too lenient. But that was a matter to be discussed privately.
"But first things first, it would appear we have a debt to settle." Anticipation swelled within her, that sick freak within her that desired sheer and utter chaos and violence had risen like a dragon from its ancient tomb.

"Why don't you show them your true colours mon chat." Unleash the monster she had done so many times before. Conquering their enemies, just never seemed to get old. Plus, it was about time to see what it would take to see those peering faces crumble with defeat. "Show them what you are so good at..

Risque

just face the moon and put your death mask on