Right. They were going to have to pay for that, later. The real fury in the Devil's eyes meant trouble, but it was trouble they would have to deal with when they were not knee deep in spider bodies. Next week they'd feel it, if he didn't outright go to the Amanuensis tonight to talk.

For now... they turned their back on the exiting party. There was a Spider Council, and it was going to be a kind of Hell to track it, even if they started now to try to catch up. So they had better get started.

They stretched their neck in both directions, and then strode away, silently disappearing into the dark and miserable false-summer fog.