Samuel closed his unseeing eyes. He didn't even know what he looked like anymore, and to hear that someone looked just like him was astonishing. Michael had never mentioned anything like this, so it made him wonder if the other was deceiving him. And what a deception it would be, because he sensed both darkness and a little bit of light within Luke. He felt drawn to him, in some small sense. When Luke pulled away he almost called out, but just like always, it would be useless. So he just collapsed in his chains again, the familiar strain lulling him into a daze. The pain was almost more of a comfort than the prayers were. They muddled together most days anyway.<br/><br/>Turning his head, he wiped his tears away, knowing they would tempt demons to come. Tears were addicting. His blood was addicting, even though it had a likeness to black sludge at this point due to all the corruption in it. Most of it was drained into sieves or cups to be passed along the second house. Many of the demons in Asmodeus's house had had their turn with him. But he did get another hour of rest before someone came back to torture him more.<br/><br/>Petra turned when Luke returned. He was about to scold him before Luke stared up at him with glazed, beautiful eyes. Sure there was still a little deadness in them, but it was harder to detect. He cupped the side of Luke's face and bent down to kiss him on the mouth. It was possessive, demanding. "Hmm. I had been searching for you. Where did you run off to this time?" It was twice during the party that Luke had slipped out, though this time Petra figured he had just gone to get laid or dance with the other demons. He was quite the sight. "Don't fret, pet. Shall we go?"