Silvas looked up from bowing, it felt like a steel block had been placed on his back. "Oh what a shame." He smirked as the sun was reflected by the diamonds. He spat at Konrad, pure silver. His wings flapped, but only once or twice until they buckled under the weight of the chains.
"What are you going to do with her?" He questioned tilting his head towards Pandora who was writhing on the floor. "Isabella, or Pandora. Ha, what a choice." He growled again through his smirk. Silvas was very good at making people hate him, what could he say he had a knack for these things.
"Make you choice vampire." He made his voice echoed in Konrad's mind. His evil laugh fading away at the end.