Slithering her way over to her mother's chambers, Lacrus the skull-adorned Lamia and a direct descendant of Libyan; was confronted by her mother's guards as she attempted to get inside her dome of pleasure. Her body covered in the blood of many monsters, she growled in their faces, her sickle-welding hands quivering with bloodlust.
"I've hungered for your children, maybe I'll start with your girls instead of the boys," needing no proof of her staying true to her words, the guards, though adorned in leather armor and wielding much larger weapons, decided to reason with her instead.
"Miss Lacrus, if we let you go our queen will tear out our eyes," holding their spears in a crossed formation against the door, both the guards refused to let her in.