A Different Kind of Prince

Apophis bared his fangs at the numerous naked men in the room, causing a multitude of them to step back in fear.

He filled his lungs with a very noxious poison, and let out a hissing exhale that filled the room with dark purple gas. 

Even if the toys of Tiamat didn't breathe it in, Apophis' poison had long reached the point where it could enter through pores in the skin. 

Meaning that as soon as they let it touch them, they were already as good as dead. 

"W-What is this!?"

"M-Mistress, help!!"

"Gah, it burns!!"

Right before Tiamat's eyes, husbands that she'd personally collected and trained were melting down into goopy puddles; with a consistency like that of tar. 

She was angry and wanted to stop this from happening, but the poison within the air was taking special care to avoid her. 

She knew that if she touched it, she would have no better than they.