Syren closes his eyes and shudders. "if you had seen what I have, ,you would understand my hesitance." he rushes forward, in the blink of an eye, and grabs the clone by the throat. "you tell that sick and TWISTED SON OF A B**** THAT SPAWNED YOU THAT I WILL DESTROY HIM!" his hands closes tightly, crushing the clone's wind pipe and restricting its movement. "YOU THINK I'M A COWARD FOR SPARING YOUR ASS? ITS CALLED COMPASSION! I wil not STAND BY and allow you to try to INSULT ME!" dark energy begins to pulse underneath his skin, pulling out the black in his eyes,, forcing his wings and tail to become visible. Much has changed. His two wings are now four, black as night and smooth as satin. His tail has runed rings upon it, giving it an ancient look. "I AM DEATHS RIGHT HAND MAN. NO ONE IN HELL OR ON EARTH CAN FACE ME AND LIVE TO TELL THE TALE. YOU TELL THAT SPINELESS, WRETCHED, WORTHLESS EXCUSE OF A MORTAL THAT YOU LOOK LIKE TO BRING IT ON ANY DAY, FOR NOT ONLY WILL I KILL HIM, I WILL DEVOUR HIS SOUL IN FRONT OF HIM!!" with that, he snaps the clone's neck, de-spelling him, sending him back to his creator.
He turns to Lena, blushes, and reverts back to his human form. "I apologize for you seeing me lose control. Forgive me."