[He really should know better. Though it was long ago too much cruelty did cause his own demise. The light has a way of rising to the occasion and there is no greater weakness to him. Caution should be taken. She's here. She's fairly obedient. What can more torture really accomplish?

Nothing. And yet the anger that he feels is so raw. That the light would try and encroach upon where he dwells. That Angewoman would dare... Holly is simply the only direction such anger can go.

Myotismon bears his fangs to her his powers flaring angry and red around him.]

Silence yourself. You will not speak to me in such a way. I am your master. I own you... An an ungrateful mongrel like yourself will find yourself wanted by neither dark or light. Is that what you desire, little pet? Your tainted light no longer even wanted by the darkness...