At the implication of a threat, Eligos laughs softly, briefly. Such ferocity! He extends a spindly hand, red veined and with fingers like spiderwebs. For a moment it looks as though he intends to shake her hand but the fingers instead wrench open her chest panel. The king of demons places a palm over her frozen core, and on its surface forms a sticky, red, pounding heart, affixed to her with tendrils of what look like tendon or spiderweb.
"May your vengeful heart prove its mettle, Daughter of Hate."
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"May your vengeful heart prove its mettle, Daughter of Hate."