Atop a palace of bone and sinew, stands a throne of silicate and nerve tissue, upon which sits the New Ruler of Brockton Bay. At Her right hand stands Skitter, who commands Her swarm of bio-engineered soldier bugs. Below Her throne play and spar a pantheon of Brockton's broken teen capes, freed from their own chains and given bio-armor co-designed by a liberated Bonesaw. At the castle's base, the screaming faces of past tyrants are set into the wall, silently writhing in penance.
Fear the Shaper's wrath, Assault. She's already got the priest's treasure, and is spending only pennies to heal the sick.
Seriously though, Assault has survived enough cape politics to know chaining the angel tends to Monte Cristo into containment zones. He may even be trying to get spared, subconciously.