Somewhere Beyond the Sun

There really wasn't much else to dismantle from the poor thang. The Queen of Demons was more than able to sense the spatial distortion after he had gotten a taste of what she was potentially capable of doing. Hence, once the message was screamed out louder than some obnoxious fat bitch on a megaphone during a protest, the mood of the ever turbulent demoness eased and swiftly begin to dissolve, degrade and devolve back into a milder form.

Instead, Ol' Mana saw fit to dispose of the clone since she was aware of it's vicinity within the battleground. With but a wave of a wondrous hand, a tsunami wave of fire that spread for one hundred meters in every direction had washed down upon the clown and sought to burn him alive in this eternal flame of hell. The Queen had no patience for substitutes and wasn't going to waste much of her effort on something like this. Hence, the potency of this attack would be more than enough to even dismantle master level magic attacks with how forceful it's destructive capacity was. Ergo, there should be left in all likelihood and she'd be free to ease off the gas paddle and get her high-heels away from the kill switch.

It's why she barely even acknowledged the existence of Arianda for the first few seconds that she had so clung to her like a child who hadn't sucked mothers tits in so long. Really, she wasn't in quite the cute n' cuddly mood and only stared at her servant/daughter/pet/worshiper/whatever this thing was for moments on end. After awhile, however, Ol' Queenie opened up an emerald vortex in the front of them and decided that this exhibition was more than enough for today.

"Come now, don't be so ridiculous. If I was killed that easily, ya'd think I'd be dead by now."

There was a pause for a moment after those tired words were uttered out of the pale skinned ruler. Once The Queen opened her eyes, they were once again emerald green and the shades of blood crimson in them had faded. Instead, she was just exhausted again and wanted to rest. Therefore, she'd grip Arianda by the neck and drag her through the portal with her.

Eh, what was wrong with a bit of forceful handling of her property? Ol' Mana was free to do whatever she wanted with this one and The Queen was going to drain her dry, go back to sleep and wake up ready to deal with the absurdity of this existence endless stream of bullshit. Therefore, whether or not Arianda was ready, this foul Demoness would drag her into the vortex and utilize the influence of her Seal of Eris in order to force her to revert back to her original form; as The Queen never really did desire much for her shifter form anymore. Her demonic form was infinitely more beautiful and that is what she wanted to see.

"We're goin' home, I'm devourin' ya' and I'm going straight to bed again n' then I'll deal with crap later. Let's go."

There was no inbetween or stopping the desire of The Queen in this moment, so she'd leave her handlers to clean up the mess, let the chips fall where they made and get back to her slumber so she could be a cozy little bitch again.