Time continued to blur around Samuel. It happened when he was faced with such large amounts of pain, and after the little display outside Sam's room, Baleon was being particularly cruel. Pieces of him were being removed, branded. All damage was irreversible; such was the wonders of Hell, but all of it hurt. Even when they abused him sexually it was pain, but Samuel refused to partake in the debauchery and defiling of his body. They could have his screams, blood, and tears, but his soul was his. Tainted though it was, it belonged to him and God. It took a few hours, but eventually Samuel slipped away into his mind once more, scraping for the lost sensation of rain on his face and Michael's soothing voice.<br/><br/>It was getting more difficult, and more painful, but when that failed, he resorted to prayers. Baleon eventually grew bored and left him alone after forcing powerful blood down his throat once more. Even then he couldn't pass out from the pain because the blood healed everything. His voice was hoarse yet still he screamed, even as he prayed for some sort of salvation.<br/><br/>~<br/><br/>At the party, the demon that had been wooed by Luke found him rather quickly. He clucked his tongue and pricked his own finger with blood, reaching out to soothe the hurt on Luke's mouth. "You really are astonishing. A fallen that hasn't gone insane, and so beautiful." He swept Luke's hair back before pulling him to his side. "What trouble did you get yourself into?" He guided Luke back to the table, though there were some glances and murmurs directed towards Luke. However, his demon companion was more occupied with his well being than what was going on around them.