Her sweet Mole-man. Arachnia ran a loving hand along his bulbous face and smiled into his beady little eyes before kissing him tenderly on one of the bare spots on the top of his head.
"I know you will, love. Our plans always go so well together."
The Queen turns to survey the carnage the same time as her husband. Sprawled among the masses of dead Moloids are the towering spires of the spider-people's legs with a few human body parts mixed in.
"Hmmm. Looks like we're both a little short on minions. And me with a messy lab - not fit at all for visitors. Oh well...perhaps the parlour escaped complete annihilation."
The parlour was a small seating area mid-way between the lab and the surface. It was still in complete darkness, mind, but a little more comfortable for surface-dwelling guests. Of course, there were also many deathtraps and escape routes from the room as well - the couple were not overly trusting of those from above.
"Do bring some of your lovely monsters to the party, dear. They are so ... effective ... and all without drinking up all the tea. What is that one I'm so especially fond of? The one with the fifteenth tentacle in an amusing place...ah, no matter. I know you will choose best."
Leaving Mole-man's side, Arachnia walked to where Bel was still lying unconscious on the "dissecting table". The queen adjusted a leather wrist strap and lightly touched the young Russian beauty's face, bending low to whisper in her ear.
"It doesn't matter, you know. I know what makes you so special and HE cannot take that from me. You're mine now, precious."
Arachnia waved her fingers at Mole-man before pressing a random nubble of rock, which caused part of the wall to slip away to reveal a small, yet opulent elevator. As soon as the doors closed, she went about attempting to fix her attire. Her glittering dress was torn in several spots and half the spires on her outrageously high collar were broken off. Still, she held her head high when she arrived at the surface to meet her guests. The rock face of the mountain beside the helicopter seemed to sway and then dissipate entirely as the holographic shields were dropped from within. All Micael and Nika would see of Arachnia would be a high-boned face a ghostly shade of pale and two glittering eyes seeming made of the same sheer black of the abyss in which the lady lived.
"Micael. How wonderful to see you again."
She was decidedly sarcastic, not being very good at hiding that particular emotion.
"Please, come in."
The pale spot seemed to disappear as Arachnia turned to remove herself from the garish light, but reappeared shortly.
"Oh. And she may come as well."
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