The gargoyles had gathered at the house this evening; it was the only hope for getting Errol to change his ways.  In the rare instances that demons seemed to be less aggressive, even seemingly moral, the demons, in a last ditch effort to redeem them back to darkness, would gather and beat the victim in many different ways.  Yet while it seemed cruel, it was effective.  Either the demon being pounded would get so mad that it would enrage him (and thus create the very qualities of gargoyles they were looking for), or the demon would actually become useless and frail.  (Since both fallen and unfallen beings did not ever cease to exist, useless demons were sent to the abyss where they could be more useful in tormenting humans that ended up there.  The place in the human tongue was called 'hell'.)  So either way, demons were usually brought into compliance.<br/><br/>Screwtape kicked Errol and tormented him:  "She'd be running the joint if you had your way."  Errol could not fight back very much.  How odd was it that an enraged Screwtape would do this to his only nephew on his own birthday?  Oh ... right ... this was somehow part of the gift.<br/><br/>The other gargoyles looked on; occasionally, they would torment Errol by grabbing his horns, kicking him in the chest, or drawing blood with their talons.  Errol was especially vulnerable in that he had no wings to get him out of dangerous situations.<br/><br/>"The humans did this to you Errol".  Screwtape psychologically played with Errol's mind.  "They are supposed to be pets!  Why?  Because they would rule the world and do the same thing they did to our ancestors; cage them; torment them.  All of this is because of that!"  The other Gargoyles hissed.<br/><br/>Errol, regained control of his balance; he did not often like to become mad, but he had no choice.  He changed the countenance of his face and showed teeth; smoke began billowing out of his nostrils; his hands clenched together forming two fists.  Screwtape laughed:  "C'mon; whatever you hit me with, I can break it!"  Errol lunged for Screwtape; the gargoyles dashed around the room.  Some cheered for Errol; some cheered for Screwtape.<br/><br/>But it didn't end so well; lunging for Errol, Screwtape bashed Errol head on the girl's door.  Grabbing his horns, Screwtape turning to Amora; he could clearly see her with the hole in the door.  He wanted to impress her, to show her his brute strength.  "I feel like we've been here before, Amora" Screwtape growled.<br/><br/>Lifting Errol's head, Screwtape reached for Errol's left eye ... in one smooth move, Screwtape's signature move was played a second time for Amora.  Very soon, the eye was ripped out of its socket, and Errol groaned in pain.  But this time, Screwtape was not finished.  He wanted to go for the second eye, to get all competition for Amora out of the way ... at least Errol.  Again, his claws, with precision, moved to grab the second eye when suddenly, Screwtape screeched in pain.  One of the Gargoyles had grabbed his wings and forced him into a headlock; apparently, Screwtape wasn't the strongest.<br/><br/>"We did what we said we would do; you went farther and blinded him Screwtape.  That was not our agreement.  This should be sufficient to wake him up; now you've made a one eye monster of him."  The second gargoyle turned to Errol and shouted: "Eye for an eye; shall you recompense?"  But Errol nodded no; wishing the ordeal to be over, he realized Amora had watched the whole thing.  Screwtape grumbled and struggled.  "Damn you!  Let me go; I got her as a pet, I can do what I want with her!  I will not wait!  I want my revenge!"  The Gargoyle holding him looked confused; but then agreed with him.  He let Screwtape go, but in his heart, the Gargoyle hoped Amora could defend herself.