Asmodeus finally left the party, shortly after Luke and Petra had. He hadn't gotten to see Petra's little pet, but it didn't matter. He didn't give a damn about the sixth or seventh houses. Dimitraeus and Mammon had their places. Everyone did. After he changed out of his battle armor, he adorned a simple robe and went to his prisoner's little room. It was really perfectly designed. As far as he was concerned, no one but he could break Samuel's chains without dying. And he was far from done with his attempts to break the angel.<br/><br/>Seeing him hanging there unconscious, he grabbed a piece of metal and slapped it against the steel walls. It was a jarring and horrifically loud sound, pulling Samuel out of his stupor with a startled yelp and ringing ears. Partly deaf, he had no idea where the demon was. He recognized his aura, could feel it like needles prickling in his brain. There were some demons who could read his mind, but Asmodeus and his house weren't of that kind. Asmodeus grabbed Samuel by the throat, lifting him close.<br/><br/>He let Samuel struggle to breathe, waiting for his hearing to return. When it was, he scored his wrist and shoved it against his throat. There had only been a handful of times that Asmodeus had give him his blood directly. Typically it was just a medium-class demon's to get him healed, but this was designed to poison and twist the soul. It felled many angels before him. "Such resilience," he purred, coaxing the blood down his throat. It was also drug-like, always sending Samuel's him into a hazy frame of mind. "I've never had an angel that fought so hard to keep his purity. You know the angels have already abandoned you, right?"<br/><br/>Of course he wasn't expecting an answer. On the contrary, he just kept forcing blood down Samuel's throat. In the same breath, he slammed his bare foot against both of Sam's shins, shattering the bones, causing such sweet screams to pour forth. "Music to my ears. Now you just need to fall." Sam's wings had already grown back, and with a leer that the angel couldn't see, he went around him and literally ripped the damn things off.<br/><br/>~~~<br/><br/>Petra watched with a hungry expression as Luke stripped down and flared his gorgeous wings to him. Demon wings were always leathery and bat-like. A fallen's wings were usually tattered, frail things that accompanied an equally frail mind. But Luke were a stunning black. It was wonderful. Seeing Luke straddle him, his hands immediately came up to smooth over his skin. The lube and blood made him groan. "You little minx," he whispered, growling with glowing red eyes. The other was so tight, and the blood was already seeping into Petra's pores, causing him to get a rush of euphoria.<br/><br/>He leaned up, spreading his legs more, and slammed Luke down on his cock. Then he wrenched Luke's head back by the hair so he could tease his flesh with his sharp teeth as he fucked up into the fallen.<br/><br/>~~<br/><br/>Jared frowned as he approached the party, standing across the street. He could sense something inside, though it was so faint. A chill caused goosebumps to rise along his skin. His hand was wrapped around the hilt of his sword. There was something pure in there, surrounded by all that evil. It drew angels like moths to a flame, and what a big flame this was. As much as he hated demons like any other angel, they weren't hear to murder everyone. They were tired of all the wars. Most of the time demons just partook in debauchery with mostly willing humans.<br/><br/>But this...this was wrong. He sent out his location to his mentor Milo, wanting to confirm things before he just barged inside. Sometimes, rarely, it was an angel trap. So of course it stood to good reason not to jump to conclusions.