Malicious

She wished to wrap her hands aroundthat gray neck that it owned and take several minutes to just  s q u e e z e. Though it probably would not do anygood. She needed to know how to kill these creatures, if it could even bedone. Her cheeks flushed with her growingannoyance. This was silly, this was absurd, and she didn't know how tomake it stop.  If it ever would. Or why they even wove the spell in the first place. She was beginning to feel helpless.Malice needed to sit down and findcalm once more before she lost hertemper altogether. Her hands shookand she ran her fingers through hercarefully constructed dark locks. She moved her gaze to look backat the creature as she found a chair to sink herself into. "Needles and pins."A promise she offered if she everfound out how to deal with them. 

In quick succession she nodded tothe other member of Hell. It was theonly way to clarify what was goingon that she could think to use. His idea might work. She actually hadn'teven considered it a possibly untilnow. Her mind was spinning like a top andshe needed it to just stop long enoughto breathe. Malice chewed on her lip,and finally remembered to check and see what damage she had done to her makeup from before.  The demon forgot she could evensummon paper and pen to her handand began to look around for it.