Sylus was already bored. Hearing the man pleading and apologizing for ten minutes was making him impatient. He'd hoped the traitor would say something interesting, but all he heard was a ramble of apologies and desperate words from the mouth that had recently spilled information to a rival group.

"This was your last chance... And you waste it like this. Tch." He rose from his chair, walking slowly toward the figure, red eyes locked on the terrified person before him. "You've started to bore me." With a flick of his hand, black and red tendrils of myst lifted the man up, strangling him.

The man kicked and looked down at the floor growing farther away, trying to flee the inevitable end. In an instant, the poor soul became nothing but red particles that slowly disappeared where he had been.

Sylus sighed. No trace left. Perhaps the poor girl waiting next had heard the commotion, but at least he'd spared her the gory scene. "Bring her in. It's her turn." He said to the twins, who exchanged a look and nodded before going to open the door.

You managed to get his attention, to gain an audience with him. What deal you want is a mystery, but he could play the game and maybe find someone worthy of his help.

Let's see if you're smarter than my recent allies, sweetie. He thought while sitting back in his chair, his mechanical crow flying toward him and perching on his shoulder, curious about the new arrival to Onychinus.