He wished he could communicate to her that she was not just some sort of breeding doll to him; he had hoped she would have plunged the dagger in his heart when he was human.  Perhaps he could be a human again, and he would have been eternally grateful.  Even if it was all a trick and he would be dead, it would be better than living in this hell hole.<br/><br/>All the other demons encouraged Flynn to take his rightful place as a full fledged monster worthy of hell; they had encouraged him with all the tasty dainties of the world.  Wine, women, ravaging others.  Flynn fought this with all his might, though he couldn't remember his human heritage very well.  There in the quiet, he enjoyed the presence of the human girl, Amora.  He could be himself with her; he could even be a demon with red craggly scales and a missing tongue.  It was then he noticed; he noticed a scale had fallen off his skin and onto the floor.  Strange; that had never happened before.<br/><br/>Just then, the door swung open.  Two humans, one a man and one a woman, stepped in.  "Master Flynn, we've been asked to retrieve the girl and bring her to the kitchen.  You understand, don't you?"  Neither the man or the woman seemed particularly interested in the chore.  Flynn decided he was not going to give the girl up easily.  Scooping her up in his arms, he gently pressed her against him, scowled at the two humans, and shook his head defiantly.  He would have given even more words, but instead ... he non verbally challenged them to just try to take away his most treasured human friend.