Startled at the amulet jumping towards him, Screwtape regained his compsure. "Apolyon? Apolyon! Are you still sore about the loss of your girlfriend?"<br/><br/>"I demand vengeance!" the voice said from the amulet. "She didn't love me; but I loved her."<br/><br/>"Apolyon; she was only slightly bigger than your pinky. You would have squashed her if you tried to kiss her."<br/><br/>"Fuck you, Screwtape. What do you know about love?"<br/><br/>"I know I love Amora, though she doesn't love me. The difference between you and I, Apolyon, is that I am free to soar the heavens and make all my dreams come true. You are confined to a little piece of jewlry. I think its time to crush you."<br/><br/>Screwtape pulled Amora closer to himself; her lips were succulent.  "Why do you reject me so?" he said as he grabbed the amulet.  His intent was to rip it off its chain, but the amulet would not budge.  Instead, the light grew bigger and bigger.  It was blinding; Screwtape, the god, could not see ... many feelings went in his soul; it was not the crass pleasure of thrills from taking away the innocence of others.  Instead, they were feelings ... feelings of concern, of remorse, of sympathy, of hurt, of pain, of joy, of elation, of purity.  He had been tempted in the past to give in to these feelings; but now, further feelings invaded his mind.  Pain, disgust, mis-trust, deception.  A large wound was in Screwtape's soul; suddenly, a massive pierced his back.<br/><br/>It took a moment to realize the demon of the amulet must have thrown him against a rock.  He could not handle the feelings that were visiting him; he no longer wanted to be bad.  He wanted to be good, but he knew it would never happen.  Once  you found your lot in life, it was nearly impossible to change teams.  Tears started flowing down his eyes; suddenly, he heard Apolyon again.<br/><br/>"Amora!  Kill him ... kill him now ..."  A blade appeared in Amora's hand.  "End it now, so I might have my vengeance."<br/><br/>************************<br/><br/>Even though Penelope was mad at Flynn, she couldn't bear seeing him hurt.  The once mighty proud demon was now writhing in agony.  "What is it, poor Flynn?  Please, tell me what you feel."<br/><br/>"I feel like my Master's life is about to end ..."