In her realm, a seething Bellwether watched the whole thing through a a cloud of green smoke from the reliquary.
As the vision faded away, the undead sheep screamed in agony over her unsuccessful attempted murder on Judy. "NOOOOOOOO!"
She even grabbed a hold of the throat and squeezed it.
Duke stared at his mistress, dumbfounded by her temper tantrum. "Uh, wow..."
Bellwether threw herself over the stone table, and grasped her hand on top of a lion skull resting nearby.
"Take it easy there." Duke tried to console his mistress from her temper tantrum. "You know, Mistress, really you should watch your blood pressure. My nephew Ozzy just keeled over one day, mid-mango."
As Bellwether pulled herself together, one of her thumbs popped out.
Duke flinched at her severed thumb. "Stress, it's a killer, Mistress." He continued, as he picked up the sheep's thumb. "And he's a ferret. No meat. No blood, even." He screwed Bellwether's thumb back on her hand.
Bellwether stared blankly at her weasel companion for a moment. "How could they let her escape?!" She angrily smashed the lion skull on the table, breaking it into pieces.
Flinching again, Duke nodded his head. "Eh, you're right. It's very upsetting, Mistress." He picked up the reliquary, and looked at it. "Eh, I guess this reliquary's broken."
Without a thought, the weasel tossed it aside.
Bellwether's eyes widened in terror as she watched the reliquary fly through the air. "YOU IDIOT!" She raced after it to catch it and prevent it from breaking. As the sheep skidded across the floor, she flung her own hand ahead, literally stretching it out.
She managed to catch the reliquary in the nick of time, before it could hit the ground. Her hand pulled back, reattaching to her wrist.
Bellwether looked at the reliquary in relief, and then glared at Duke, eyes red with fury.
"Alright now, Mistress," Duke said, calmly. "Take it easy there. Just remember what I said to you about stress."
"I sold my soul for this," hissed Bellwether. She grabbing Duke by the back of his neck, and shoved the reliquary in his face. "My life, my very existence, depends on it. And you..." she chuckled sinisterly, before angrily growling, "almost destroyed it!"
She slammed Duke nose-first against the reliquary.
"I get it! I get it!" The weasel panicked, and tried to squirm away. "You break it, you bought it!"
"See that you remember, you miserable rodent!" Bellwether pushed him back across the room.
Duke landed on the ground with a thud. "Oh sure, blame the weasel," he sulked. "What the heck? We're easy targets."
"What are you muttering about?" Bellwether turned to him.
"Judistasia, Mistress," Duke said, as he got up on his feet. "Just wishing I could do the job for you, Mistress. I'd give her a HA! And a HI-YA!" He showed off some karate movements. "And then a OUU-WA! And I'd kick her, Mistress!"
Bellwether watched in disgust at the weasel's poorly karate skills. "Oooooh!" She looked back at her reliquary as another thought came to her. "I have something else in mind. Something more enticing. Something... really... cruel."
She grinned evilly, and scratched the reliquary with her finger nail, causing it to screech like chalk on a chalkboard.