The trip back to the city went generally uneventful, aside from his cheap shot and low blow insults to the two winged beings within his coils.  He gained quite the pleasure from their struggle against his restraints.  Each insult made one or the other attempt to attack him only to be met with a harsh squeeze.  But compared to what the Umbral has in store for them, those squeezes were nothing.<br/><br/>Back within the metropolis type city that was Aether, the capital of Aetus.  Dradiro had dragged the angel and the tiefling to the town center, a large squared off garden of sorts.  As he stepped onto the grass all the plant life within the garden began to wither and die, turning black as darkness and death ravished through.  Citizens gathered around, or were forced to gather by his troops, watching as Dradiro pulled the two of them to the center.  “This is what happens when you defy me.”  He growled loudly so all could hear.<br/>Kneeling down, he placed his hand on the ground.  Shutting those icy hues he chanted softly, as he chanted the ground around them began to shake.  Behind the trio sprouted two obsidian crosses, appearing to be made from a black metal.  A wicked grin slipped over the deities visage as he finished his summoning.  “Defy me and you hang!  Betray me, I will makes a public spectacle of your torment.”<br/>After he spoke, the tendrils around Gabiriel and Aryel slipped from around their entire form to yanking down their arms, as if forcing them to their knees.  Gabiriel went down with little effort, Aryel however, “Some fight left in the angel still.”  Dradiro smirked as he walked behind her.<br/>Grabbing both of her wings, he slammed his knee into her back between them.  Letting go of a wing, using that hand to smash into the other wing.  A sickening snap echoed, possibly drowned out from Aryel’s pained howl.  He smirked however, “You’ve been a thorn in my side long enough my little angel.  Time to show you just why you should fear me.”  He whispered almost seductively in her ear.<br/>The crosses lowered down, the elite troop that had assisted him in the capture of this group of rebels pushed their way through the crowd. The took hold of Gabiriel and Aryel harshly, slamming them against the cross they each belonged on.  An outcry from Aryel’s followers erupted, Dradiro had ordered to have them watch.  “Silence!  You’ll have your turn!”  Dradiro roared, the rebels did as they were commanded.<br/>He turned his attention back to the task at hand, Captain Ellis handing him a blackened hammer and large nails.  First he went to Gabiriel, “I knew you were betraying me from the start.  However I need to be sure before I took out my frustrations.”  Guards held the angel’s arms outstretched, Dradiro positioned the first nail on his right palm, metal clanged against metal as the first nail was driven in. Gabiriel howled, Dradiro’s movements made it seem like a predator was stalking its prey.<br/>He drove the other nail in, listening to the cries from the angel, as well as the disapproving mutterings from the citizens.  Though he ignored the mortals, he stalked over to Aryel, smiling up at her.  She fought, knowing what was going to happen but the guards held firm.  “It won’t be brief, or painless.”  He taunted, then drove in the first nail.<br/>After driving in the second nail he turned to his people, for the time being.  “Anger your new god, I will bathe in your blood, relish in your torment, feed from your fear.  Please me, and you will have infinite blessings.”  He smirked, the crosses raised again, placing the two about eight feet off the ground.<br/>He turned back around, he had a fleeting moment of pity for the two.  But then his sadism kicked back into full roar, he wanted to hear them scream, to hear them beg.  He chanted softly again, darkness crawled up the crosses wrapping about the two he was crucifying.  He finished his chant, the darkness surrounding Aryel and Gabiriel formed into cages.  “Welcome to Dradiro’s Abyssal Crucifixation.”  He gloated.<br/>As the cages locked into place, the two would begin to relive their worst memories, the memories of when they were most fearful, most pained.  At the same time they would be forced to live through their worst fears.  Everything seemed real, looked real and felt real.