Samuel clasped his hand tightly, looking towards his voice as he listened. He reached out, then hesitated. "I...May I touch you?" he asked, wanting to map Milo's face. His wings had grown out more, though they hadn't fully regenerated yet. The hand that had been outstretched instead was used to wipe away his tear-streaked face. "I understand. I can handle the pain." He looked down, the color draining out of his face. "I'm used to it, but this time will be different. It won't be torture. I want this corruption out of me."<br/><br/>His comment about the church not being blessed confused him, but he supposed it was possible. He hadn't been topside in so long. "Anything's better than Hell," he whispered, shuddering. Samuel was an absolute wreck. If not for the pain he was still feeling from his broken legs and healing wings he would wonder if he was in a dream. "I can't believe I'm finally free from that place. I feel so ashamed. I didn't mean to be so weak. God forgive me, I tried." Hugging himself, he hunched over, begging silently for forgiveness and kindness. "Don't leave?" he whispered. "You're the first pure thing I've been near since I was betrayed."<br/><br/>~<br/><br/>Asmodeus wasn't exactly kind, but he wanted the image of such a beautiful creature falling apart in the throes of lust. It was more his getting the most of his victory than giving 'Sam' such pleasure. "Come for me," he hissed, stroking the fallen's cock with confidence. His thrusts quickened, and shortly after Luke came he followed with a growl, filling the wrecked creature with his seed. He pulled out roughly and rose. "You're free to do whatever. Go wherever." He chuckled. "I'll summon you once I've spoken with Lucifer." Then he turned and left, almost as if nothing had happened.