Spiritual Civil War

In the vast interior of Strax's spirit world, a surreal space made up of infinite skies and different palaces, the tension was as thick as the stormy clouds swirling above. At the center of this chaos, three different figures were in a fierce verbal confrontation. 

Ouroboros, the black-scaled dragoness with fiery golden eyes, was literally on fire. Her long hair fluttered like a living mane as her voice rang with anger and obsession. 

"How dare he?" she roared, her tail slapping against the ground, cracking the ethereal terrain. "These leeches dare to think they can steal what's mine? I'm the one he should be pampering! Not those... VAMPIRES!!!" 

Tiamat, the golden dragoness with a majestic aura, crossed her arms, her expression of subdued frustration only intensifying her natural authority. "You're so dramatic, Ouroboros," she retorted in a firm but calm voice. "Strax doesn't belong to anyone. He's our contractor, not your private toy."