Edge fought for control, but it was pointless. He wanted to kick and scream and beg and roll around in agony, but there was no result. He was totally wrapped around Skylark's little finger as his slave. He wanted to lash out, but the feeling soon subsided and was replaced with the blank desire to do whatever he was told. It was a relaxing feeling, and Edge felt his lips widen into a smile. And why wouldn't he? It was so much easier... simpler... not to think, but to accept whatever he was being told to do. He would tell anything he would hide, and do things he wouldn't imagine doing, under Master's orders...

Skylark's powerful eyes widened. "But Father, Daddy will do whatever we say!" He said in a tone that meant he didn't understand in the slightest. Something nagged at him that Father was angry, but he dismissed it. Edge's stubbornness seemed to pass onto his child. That fiery independence that made the hydra a king in the first place. Well, there was also power, but Skylark attained that as well. He was the nexus of an Elder and the Original Hydra, the finest genes known to dragonkind. 

He exchanged a look to Sleipnir. "Daddy... he can be with us forever and not worry about Charon or Beelzebub or anybody. Don't... don't you want that..?" He asked, a bit less sure. Could it be he had angered everyone in is quest to help? A few tears began to form. "I... I'll undo it if you want me to, Father. If you want me to let Daddy make... his own decisions..."