Alora cackled at his chosen nickname for her. Would he think her cute as he was mutulated alive to be cleaned of the sins other people had placed on him? She was willing to bet not. People who became slaves tended to do something interesting. As they were used their souls become corrupted as the stains of sin covered them. In all honesty it was easy to clean a soul of these unearned sins but the soul would be left confused and not understand which sins had been their own. Just looking at him Alora could see that at some point he ventured off the path. The pain may have been too much...<br/><br/>She disappeared from site after merely taking a step. Perhaps a little displays will make him understand that there wouldn't be another 'master' after her. He would either remain in her care or reborn. Those who stayed in her care --which were not many to say the least-- found themselves caretakers of the world around them. They were granted something no soul ever considered before. They became her eyes and ears in the realm of man looking for souls that we're about to cross into her realm and gathering them so they were not stolen away by demons that wanted her position. Nasty work but it needed to be done.<br/><br/>"You are not a slave here," she began as she wrapped her arms about his waist from behind, "But you are a prisoner until you can show me your sins. Speak all you like of the sins forced upon you, they will be cleaned from your soul by the end of the night any way."<br/><br/>She had used a bit of magic to hide herself till before she appeared behind him. The Devil after all loved her tricks and she had hundreds more up he sleeve, "You will not like me for sometime... I'm not very likeable I'm told. So let's have you step into that room," she pointed to the one that somewhat frightened him, "And get started stripping that soul of yours down."<br/><br/>Within that room was darkness but once she stepped in behind him it would light up. It had the appearance of a surgical room. White walls, floor, ceiling with stainless steel table and implaments. There truly was something sinister about this place, "Strip and stand by the table," she commanded. Any softness in her voice was gone and her eyes were no longer that pale grey color of pote ash but glowing ruby red. One might have expected horns -- she had them but never showed them. The night was truly just beginning.