"Yes.Yess...Dream of destruction." The night hag whispered as she sat on Steven's chest. " Dream of blood...Dream of harming the one you love."

She crouched upon the sleeping demon hunter as she invaded his mind, perverting his dreamscape, turning what would be a fantasy to horror as her fingers twirled above his head and a wisp of magic leaked upon him. His peaceful face soon contorted into one of pain.
" Now...For the flame."

In a show of magic, The night hag faded into the shadows and appeared upon the witch's breast, sitting relentlessly as her eyes glowed.
" Dream...dream...of fire and flares." The dream demon began, her fingers twitching like a puppeteer. "Make ash of your trust and desires and fan them with your deepest fears."

As with Steven, a wisp of magic made its way to Connie's skull, turning her fantasy into horror as her face clenched and tears pricked.

The hag grinned, feeling the emotional energy from the two surged through her." Such a connected fear, the best fear comes from partners who care." She signed, gleefully, "the beads of distrust should be enough to make their contract rust." She mused to herself.

"My oh my, aren't you a bit of trouble, you old hag."

The dream demon turned to find the source of the voice, seeing nothing. "Who impedes on my mission and feast? If you try to prevent their division, I'll see you deceased."

"Hehehe! You believe such parlor tricks will break their connection. Seems as if you have some misconceptions."

"You dare to imitate..to mimic!" The hag conjured up a small black blade, "You sealed the flame fate." She rested her blade on Connie's neck, "you'll see her throat slit."

A harsh constriction to the throat answered her threat. A heavy invisible force lifted her from Connie's bed before a deadly growl met her ears.

"You invade my nest, eat from my plate, and threaten my Boon.

The hag couldn't scream, let alone move, as they felt claws dig in through their flesh, dropping their weapon as it faded away.

"Their minds are MINE to test, hearts MY THINGS for play. For another pest to infest on that ...."

The hag felt anguish as the ghastly purple face of Viole appeared to encroach on her personal space. His twisted personality was at the front, shown through his narrowed purple eyes, his toothy grin with his upper lip slightly pushed out, and his brows raised in a curve. A positively deplorable glee indeed.

"Is to seal their doom."

The dream demon didn't have a moment to submit to their fate as Violet crushed their throat like a nutcracker to cashew, leaving their body limp before vanishing, leaving just their destroyed gem.

Turning to Connie's sleeping form turned from distraught to neutral gave him solace as his ears perked up, his other vacating the premises, he figured.

"Weak.." Violet chastised, feeling Steven's shame. Turning back to his Boon, he kissed her which she would never feel before whispering into her ear,
"It's time to awaken, He needs you."

Vanishing as she stirred and watching by as everything unfolded