The Kirintor Matriarch Bethazmaveth watched the vicious and voracious beast hatchlings contentedly, as her entourage chatted amongst themselves, making cruel and vile comments or betting on which bonders would be eaten. Morcanat lay in her shadow, glowering at anyone and everyone who came into view. Few noticed his seething anger as all attention save his was on the beastlings hatching in the Arena below.
The first unimpressive waves of beasts passed quickly, and then the Cyrnan Demon saw something he Did. Not. Like. If it weren't bad enough that some beast had snatched up his "pet" harem girl and deposited her unceremoniously in the Arena, now a loathsome red hatchling was approaching her. This would certainly not do! With a roar of protest, Morcanat leapt to his feet and shot the beastling dead with his Killing Gaze.
Dana had been in the process of announcing the name of her Imperial-level bond when that tenuous connection was severed by its death. Dana whirled to face her demon.
"You killed her!" Dana screamed at him.
"She wasn't worthy of you!" Morcanat roared back angrily. Couldn't the girl see what he'd done for her? To keep her?
"I hate you!" Dana cried, her strong voice degenerating into a sob as she ran from the Arena into the narrow twisting corridors where the demon could not follow.
Bethazmaveth shook one of her heads at Morcanat in quiet disapproval of his actions, which stung the demon more than any physical admonishment would have.
In the Arena, a half-grown Hathian-Hydra cross leapt to the defense of the dead three-headed beast, scattering the other little beasts and bonding an oil-slime beast of his own in the process. His determination and unnatural conformation started the wheels of Bethazmaveth's dark malicious mind turning. A wicked smile spread from one muzzle across all five of her heads.
Shortly after the hatching's stunning conclusion, Vesad Na'carrah was relieved of his duty by an immense and evil looking dragon, with six limbs and a wicked multiple bladed tail.
Aboard the Twisted Fate, a young woman with short spiky hair colored in bright fuchsias, reds and purples stood in the lab with an ominous bundle.
"What is?" One of the tychari said, prodding at the bundle with one thick digit before uncovering it to expose a knot of limbs and wings.
"Dead beast, courtesy of Bethazmaveth," Kakorana said, as if that were a commonplace thing to be hauling around. "Where is Dritanys?"
"Here." A gray tychari said, lurching around a corner. "You want it reanimated, I suppose?"
Kakorana laughed cruelly. "I could've had it thrown in the Whorl for that...though it's as likely to come out living-dead as living-again." The woman gave an impish grin. "Why fix one when it's as easy to make many, and why merely copy something as boring as hydra-spawn when you can improve it?"
"With your genes, boring human?" the lab-witch said out of turn. Dritanys glared at her.
Kakorana snarled a little and then the room was filled with a hundred and ten feet of vicious nebulous red-purple Infernal dragon.
"Oh, this will be fun," Dritanys said, her beady black eyes sparkling as she felt the death magic lingering on the corpse of the hatchling Imperial beast.