They led the captured hunter to a sealed chamber beneath the Origin Palace, nowhere near their recovery halls and far from any possible path that one of her scripts might try to open. The thing was bound to the edge of a stone with a layered set of restraints of blood, shadow, and living dark from Nyx. Its paleness of armor was split along one side, the ruined leg set only to keep it from dying before it talks.
Lucifer stood before it, while Nyx remained to the side on the coil and readiness of his darkness. Aeloria watched from the rear with Lucian, both in unspoken, silent, readiness. "You will answer," Lucifer stated. "All of them. Every route you used. Every order you carried. Every single target on your list. You waste my time, and I will begin having Nyx rip out the things that make a delay seem worth the life."
