I will child, I will destroy them all

Hell was what you would make of it. That was once what she had been told centuries ago by ancient creatures that claimed themselves as holy. Blasphemous rumors the whole lot of what had been spoken by the winged ones.

Spade's anger pooled within her, burning hot as Truth transported them both to the Pit. Her fingers curled easily into fists as she felt that hatred feed her hunger for revenge. That hatred for now would be a temporary biscuit to sate her.

The proximity of the Pit brought the most unusual and unexpected of sensations to stir within. The sensation spilled and trickled through every fiber of her being until the tourmaline of her eyes bled black and became the eyes of the Hound.

She had made her promise to Truth that she would not lose her temper or her control, and that she would not. Her grip became bone knuckle white with anticipation before her fingertips lovingly caressed the hilts of her blades. Spade could feel herself ease into a predator's nature of relaxation before the promise of the Hunt.

Her mind placed a dancing display of feathers being ripped from wings, limbs severed and snapped to the bone and the smile the visions brought to her lips was one of beautiful savagery.

Stay patient, lovely, we are coming

Surely their daughter knew but Spade wished only for that reassurance to be shared. It helped Sidonie focus on something more then the odd sensation stirring within her.

The sensation that their arrival to the Pit felt like coming home.