Samuel came around to, something tickling in the back of his mind. Exhaustion weighed him down, not even trying to hold himself upright. His mouth trembled, but he took slow breaths through his nose and tried to fight back the tears that would undoubtedly draw attention from another demon. His eyes stayed closed, feigning sleep when the door opened quietly. His body jerked and he almost cried out at the sensation of purity. It felt so painful, yet his soul screamed for it. His eyes flew open, though he saw nothing. They were just a solid blue-gray. He heard them talk and recognized Luke's voice.<br/><br/>Was he saved? Was he really saved? His body began to shake and tears streamed freely down his face. Then he felt Luke's hand on his cheek and he pressed his lips in a tight line. There was so much hope flooding through him. There was no mimicking purity. Sure an angel could hide their aura some, but it wasn't something it could be feigned, and that was the only thing keeping him from believing this was a trap. He stopped shaking, with great effort. He listened to them move around, unsure what was happening beyond some sort of...something being put up. But there was such a mix of wrongness and evil and purity mingling together it was hard to figure out what was going on.<br/><br/>But then he felt a damper being put on his own are, numbing the purity to a near undetectable level. He could sense something in front of him, like a shield, but not quite. He could feel the angel nearby, closer to him than the immediate presence of Luke in front of him. They were touching, they were so close. If Sam could see, he'd be able to tell there was a perfect mimic of himself, chained precisely in place. It was done expertly, and efficiently. But, knowing just enough, Sam stayed as quiet as he could.<br/><br/>Asmodeus came back mere minutes later. Samuel didn't know how long it had been, though the corruption was even now beating against every molecule, digging and searching for a way to rip apart his soul and fill it with evil. However, all Asmodeus would see and sense was full corruption and just the barest remnants of purity. His brows rose, striding forward to grab Luke by the chin. He wrenched his head up. Seeing that Luke could see, sensing the corruption in his soul, the demon let out a barking laugh. "I knew it was only a matter of time. I suppose I could have sped the process along by feeding more of my blood to you, but, well, I just couldn't pass up the idea of torturing you. All angels can fall. Though I admire your resolve to hold out as long as you did." He sighed, raking a hand through Luke's hair.<br/><br/>"It's a pity you'll fall mad soon enough. Perhaps I will have you service me until you do. It wouldn't do any good not to parade my success after all." He went over and pulled out pins from the bolts in the walls in a very precise pattern, though each chain had the same pattern. When the bolt came away, a vial of poison was revealed in a compartment in the wall that would have been punctured and broken if the chains had just been released or a certain amount of pressure applied, like the chains being removed. "You're wings even grew back in such an astonishing rate." Soon enough Luke was free.