Yako tried to jerk away, but the spike just twisted and stabbed out, again and again. His question drifted through her mind and for the first time in a long while she managed to to ignore the feral crimson gaze of her inner tormentor for the span of three damning syllables.
"...M-...Medu...sa..." The name was oddly spaced, as if she was speaking through a mouthful of taffy. Oketsu snarled out, and she felt his rage was over her as the destruction kicked up another notch.
She wasn't sure if Lucifer knew about Medusa's experiments. He obviously didn't know that his ex-underling had used her as a guinea-pig, but...there was always a chance. That intoxicating, addictive sliver of hope, even in the swirling chaos of her bent and twisted mind.