Errol could hardly move, could hardly muster any of his muscles.  He had heard his uncle, Screwtape, conquer a woman before.  But in those days, he tried to pretend he didn't care, that he was busy listening to music or reading a book or something.  But now, he cared for Amora.  It all seemed useless, though.  He was not afraid of the other gargoyles, they wouldn't stop him from bashing in Screwtape.  That's what they wanted him to do, right?  He just didn't know if he had the strength to do it.<br/><br/>Screwtape approach the bed; grabbing Amora, he tried forcing intimacies that only occur between people that love each other.  How pathetic that Screwtape wanted the hugs and kisses that belong only to lovers.  He decided to put her in a bear hug, clasping his hands together around her already thin body.  He knew that if he held it for a while, she would soon weaken.  Screwtape did not count on, however, his own tiredness from the day's activities.  So sometimes he would lose his grip, thus making himself momentarily vulnerable.<br/><br/>Errol inched his way into the room.  The other Gargoyles who had suddenly been beating him were now coming to his aid; it wasn't that they wanted to kill Errol, just bring him in line with societal expectations.  They probably hoped that if Errol killed Screwtape, that evil desire of contempt and pride would well up in Errol and thus - make him a full fledged Demon.  They motioned to Errol to somehow tell them what he wanted; he pointed them to the wall.