Sthenno was never known to have the best of dispositions and this morning found her in an especially foul mood. The serpents comprising her hair swayed in saccadic patterns of irritation as well.
“I petrify more guys before my morning coffee than my half-wit sister ever met but she gets all the press?!? Oh, this Bullfinch bastard is gonna pay big time for slighting me!”
Glancing nervously to each other, one of her hapless servants at last spoke to her in a sussurate hiss.
“Already dead? What do you mean he’s already dead?!? Somebody get me Hades on the line!”