Asmodeus was a prideful demon, but he wasn't perfect, and he had worked longer than any before him to make this angel fall. He was far too caught up in his victory to recognize the illusion for what it was. When the fallen creature fell before him, he laughed again. It was dark, his eyes glowing red. "I suppose I could reward you. Or perhaps a welcome into Hell." He gripped Luke by the arm and hoisted him to his feet. "If you serve me well, that is." Shaking his head, he dragged Luke out of the room. The other was still gorgeous, even as a fallen and wretched creature. The door soon slammed shut behind them, leaving Samuel alone with Milo.<br/><br/>Sam couldn't stop the tears, but he kept his sobs inaudible, and since Luke had been crying too there was no easy way to detect it. He didn't say anything, still unsure what was going on. But there was so much pain, both from the hope that he might be saved, and for the other who had just sacrificed himself so that he might be saved...<br/><br/>Asmodeus took Luke to his quarters, deciding some alone time was in order. He wanted to defile the fallen in every way possible, and what the most delicious thing now was the have the once-angel<i>enjoy it.</i>He threw Luke onto his bed, then proceeded to discard his robe. He reached down to stroke himself, his thick veined cock lined with ridges and impressive in size. Once he was fully erect, he dropped onto the bed and crawled forward, bending down to kiss Luke on the mouth. It was rough and bruising and exuded dominance. "I think this might be your first orgasm, Samuel," he murmured.