The ritual continued on, despite Celeste’s objections. If anything, they did not stop when the number of people being sacrificed dwindled down to the willing and a handful of others. Emlyn was a man true to his words, but the angel spoke, showing once again that they simply do not care despite the rhetoric they spew. With all the bodies being piled before him, the priest turned and began to bow, leading the stadium’s worth of people in chant and prayer. Emlyn sighed silently and stood, grabbing and holding on to Celeste’s chain tightly as he walked up to the edge. In a purely theatrical performance, Emlyn began to gesture towards the pile, as if lifting an unseen force from it and examining the fruits of his cult’s labor. Once his hand was in front of his mouth, Emlyn whispered low in a harsh but mathematical language. Behind Celeste and Emlyn, a demon began to chant himself, and, after a few moments, Emlyn dropped his hand.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">“A prayer has been answered,” </span>he said, voice being thrown through unknown means. And with the rigamarole of the ceremony done, Emlyn began to walk. No one joined him, and even if Celeste attempted to fight, Emlyn would simply drag her behind him.<br/><br/>Before long, the two of them found their way to an old world construct. It was a box dangling over the abyss that Emlyn led them to. A single light lit up to the side of the door, and the box began to shudder and move. In a few moments, the box opened once more, and they seemed to have been transported to a lap of luxury. It was isolated and quiet, though the shadows of hidden servants could be seen as Emlyn drug Celeste into her new quarters. Through panes of glass, Celeste would be able to see sunlight shining down outside, as they were immensely high in their surroundings. But that was not where she was allowed to go. Emlyn continued to march, forcing her up a set of stairs, before walking down yet another hallway and entering into an office of sorts. A heavy mahogany desk sat between two bookcases on either wall. There was a chair and a chaise lounge settled around a coffee table off to the right of the door into the room. Behind the desk, nestled in between even more shelves, was another door. However, Emlyn did not move that far.<br/><br/>Emlyn released the chain once the door was secured and subtly slid a rod of metal into his pocket as he turned to the angel. As relaxed as he could possibly get, Emlyn was in no mood to physically punish the angel he had been given, especially after the power of the ritual still flowing in to him.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">“You need to learn how to be silent,” </span>Emlyn said.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">”Unless you prefer the rituals.” </span>Emlyn moved over to the desk, a stack of books and paperwork waiting for him a neat and organized fashion. However, what Emlyn chose to do was pull back the chair, allowing view underneath the desk, and how much room was available below. Emlyn found himself in the chair, staring at Celeste.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">“So, you will get under this desk. You will sit on your knees facing my crotch. And you will keep my cock in your mouth. You speak out of turn, you bite, I will turn that beautiful skin of yours red in a very tender location. You may stop when you swallow my seed. And you may reply quickly when spoken to. And if you do not like these terms, then I suppose I can bring you to the breeding pits tomorrow. I am sure some of the souls down there still have enough of a mind to find an angel attractive.”</span>