You take a deep breath. "I'm going to do something, and when it's done, can one of you take us to the surface?" you ask. "It'd be best if we do this elsewhere."
"I will," Sif agrees. "There's a clearing, not too far from here, where we can have our privacy."
You raise the chain in your hands. "Lora, I release you from this bond."
The links snap, and pure relief floods Lora's face. "I'll kill her remaining -"
"/No/," you correct, firmly. "Don't kill /anyone/. Why would I want that? Why would /you/ want that? Disarm the defenses, confine or restrain them if you think you must, but don't /hurt/ them. Hellfire, after what Seraphina did to Jewel before she got her wakeup call I wouldn't be surprised if those people don't remember who they really are."
For a moment you think the angel is going to refuse. But then she nods, and fades into the freezing fog that billows up from Cannot Hold.
Sif opens her palm and lets a lily bloom from it, white and pure. She blows on it, scattering the petals, and you find yourself drawn into a forest clearing, with the light shining from above and the scent of flowers on the breeze.
Every eye is on you. Jord takes a step towards Seraphina, and your hand goes to Sleep's hilt.
"Do you have any idea who you're challenging, whelp?" the angel asks, her voice a rolling growl.
"Do you?" you murmur, your tone low and calm. "La Croix have killed angels before. I don't want to do so again, but I will if you force me to."
You hold the she-wolf's gaze, heart pounding beneath your hard expression.
And she takes a step back, and settles down to listen.
Robert murmurs, awestruck.
"This is Seraphina," you begin, quietly. "Her master calls her the Daughter. She betrayed her aunt, your sister, and enslaved Lora for her own selfish gain. She was complicit in torture, murder, and destruction, as well as the enslavement of the innocent and the decimation of the Dungeon's way of life."