Sona looked at Daphne maintaining a calm never before seen by any of the other three people present. Madison thought her daughter would be very angry while Daphne and Frederick thought she would be sad and ashamed, as she always was, but this time it was different.

The look she was giving the couple caused their spine to s.h.i.+ver. Her big blue eyes looked at them like they were worse than s.h.i.+t.

They had never felt this kind of contempt before, making the anger they already felt when they saw the girl intensify even more.

"What is it, blue pig, you're still angry?" Frederick said with a smile of contempt. "What do you think about me showing your video to your mother? She looks like a little bigger pig."

Sona was controlling himself, but when he heard the way he talked about her mother, the anger she was repressing came to the surface. An immense intention to kill began to leak from her directed exclusively at the couple.

Without her saying anything, Etwahl appeared under her fingers and Sona began to strum the strings of the instrument with immense force.

For anyone else, the sound coming from the instrument was just a beautiful melody. But when the sound vibrations began to reach the couple's ears, what they heard were the cries of h.e.l.l.

Screams of anguish, torture and total despair kept being reproduced in their ears.

Madison, who was next to Sona, couldn't understand how the instrument appeared out of nowhere under her daughter's fingers, and even more so why she started to play when she heard that spoiled brat insulting, but when she looked at the pretty boy's pants, she couldn't help but give off a slight laugh.

Frederick had wet his pants and began to squirm on the floor, while Daphne, she crouched down and began to cover her ears with force trying to stop hearing these h.e.l.lish screams.

"What's going on, Angela?" Madison asked worried after seeing the strange actions these young people were taking.

"They're students at my school, I hear they drink and do other wrong things, that's gotta be a side effect of that stuff." Sona told the first lie she ever thought of.

"Hmm, don't get mixed up with those kinds of people, Angela. But why did you take your instrument?" Madison asked curiously ignoring the fact that the instrument came out of nowhere.

"I'm very fond of these people and what they said about us both, I thought a soundtrack while they were having these problems were going to be fine, and I was right, watching this scene while I hear the sound of Etwahl is beautiful. Can you record this for me, Mom?" Sona asked with a satisfied smile.

As an ancient G.o.ddess, she would not let these mere mortals talk to her like that without any consequence. She was always very calm and patient, so this was the first time that she attacked someone in this world, so she decided to give them a chance, it was just a warning attack.

Madison understood more or less why her daughter and these teenagers would say that they didn't get along very well, and to decide between being on her daughter's side, or a couple who had called her a blue pig, she didn't need to think twice before picking up the cell phone to record the scene her daughter asked for.

Daphne woke up on the floor with her head hurting. The screaming sounds she had heard were too loud for her head to bear, 'Was all that a side effect?' She thought.

When Daphne looked away, Frederick was wet and stinking of p.i.s.s on her side. She quickly poked him to wake him up, since they were still on the street. The pedestrians were deviating from them, thinking they were both drunk, no one stopped to help.

When Frederick woke up, he felt like he was getting wet with a huge headache. Looking at Daphne who was staring at him with a lot of anger, he started to process everything that was happening and quickly started to complain.

"h.e.l.l, I told you using too much Ecstasy would hurt, look at the f.u.c.king state we're in right now." He said angrily.

"Did you say? Just because you wanted this little d*ck of yours to feel some pleasure, you came up with the idea of using twice the amount we normally use." Daphne said indignantly that he was trying to transfer the blame to her.

"She... that blue pig... where did she go?" Frederick asked while looking for Sona.

When Daphne heard what he said, her heart raced and a frightening possibility crossed her mind. That pig didn't do anything to us, right? No, she definitely wouldn't have the guts to do anything. The more she thought, the braver she got.

"That b.i.t.c.h! This is all her fault, if she hadn't shown up with her family of pigs, we would have gone straight to the hotel and none of this would have happened to us in public!" Frederick said angrily.

Hearing his explanation, Daphne quickly began to share his anger and began to attack their scapegoat, Angela Young, and began to blame her for everything that was happening.

Sona unconsciously, hit the hunch, the two had used a lot of drugs tonight and ended up in this state, added to the music imbued with energy, the two had the worst possible overdose for that hour.

While Sona laughed at the video Madison had made, the two of them arrived at the bar, regardless of what had just happened a few minutes ago.

The bar was crowded, looks like a famous band was playing tonight. Sona knew no one had come for her, but she was still excited. This feeling of doing a new show for an audience that still doesn't know it is something that has no price.

As mother and daughter entered the bar, the eyes of several men were directed at two. One of them had dollar signs in his eyes and came running to talk to Sona, this man was Jeff.