All his fire and fury was met with a dispassionate stare. She hadn't summoned a demon lord to get a lecture, and the truth in his diatribe seemed to have no effect. Perhaps she had lost her mind, she thought, but it didn't change her circumstances. She'd already lost nearly everything, already felt ruined. All she wanted was to feel normal again, so that she could face everything that wasn't.
Raising her silver knife again, she opened a fresh wound, then began chanting the counter spell that would send him back into the depths of hell. "Prima deum magnis canimus freta pervia natis1 fatidicamque ratem, Scythici quae Phasidis oras," she began, her empty gaze never leaving his as she spoke. If he wouldn't help her, then she'd find someone else who would.