Am I wrong

The world fell away from her as she stared up at the dread behemoth. Never had she uttered the name of a devil with any level of faith in their existence, for Sos was the only Father of the Underworld, yet here she stood with blatant proof that they existed. Tyrande wasn't Tyrande at all, and her mild yet timid words came out as roared commands and accusations in the addled wolf's experience. She licked her jaws slowly, splattering more saliva on herself in the process of trying to clean it off, and stared up at the Lord.

“Your wish is... My... Command,” she said, pausing between her words as though contemplating their meanings. Soon, her mind would deteriorate, her throat would grow numb and non-compliant, and she would scarcely be able to formulate sounds without gagging herself. For now, her speech remained intact, if somewhat halted. Others spoke around her, but when she turned to peer at them, she saw only more lords of the underworld. Another sauntered up beside "Beelzebub", and Jinx addressed him as, “Azazel,” with a hiccoughing laugh. Meldresi probably would find her new name amusing... Or disturbing.

The one who barked orders from behind (Lecter) could only be Satan himself, and the other that lingered (Vectra) was Astaroth, perhaps the gentlest (she was of course making that up). Sitting down heavily on her haunches and panting out spittle, the female stared at them all, oblivious to what Lecter was really telling them. "Astaroth" turned and began to leave, coaxing a thin, high wail from the other's lips. “Astaroth! Do not leave me with these fools!”