Asmodeus was taking his time pleasuring the fallen. It was perhaps his last 'gift' to the angel that had finally given in to the corruption that was a demon's nature. They were evil for no other reason than to be evil. For all their sinister nature, they could love, though. He knew Kane had, and so had Lucifer. It was more challenging, as it contradicted their nature, but they were almost human like in their desires. Even when he ended up taking 'Sam' he was gentle, providing as little discomfort as possible. "Perhaps I'll speak with Lucifer and see if there is someway to prolong your sanity. You truly are a vision."<br/><br/>~<br/><br/>Samuel didn't stir. He felt safe for the first time in the centuries he'd been imprisoned. Or was it thousands of years? He knew time in hell worked differently from the mortal of heavenly planes. For the first time he slept without tension, and barely stirred when Milo came to try to rid him of the worse of everything. Whether there was any real bathroom or living quarters had yet to be known. Already, with the help from the demonic blood more than the holy water, his wings were starting to grow back. They were black as ink, and yet iridescent and flickering blue in certain light.