“You’re not very chatty, are you?” Sebastian observed.  But truthfully, the angel’s terrified silence pleased him.  She was weak.  She would be easy to manipulate and break -- the perfect subject for his little experiment.<br/><br/>Quicker than a cat, Sebastian pounced on his prisoner.  Yanking apart her wings, he pinned one beneath each of his knees as he straddled her naked body.  From this vantage, he could see her face, delicate like a china doll’s.  It was hard to remain unmoved by such celestial beauty.  Even a demon might feel pity for the poor fallen creature.  But Sebastian knew that such emotions were only signs of weakness, and he easily pushed them aside.<br/><br/>“Your human is dead,” he informed Eliana.  “And very, very bad things are going to happen to you.”  As if to illustrate this, he ran his claws lightly over one of the angel’s pale breasts.  Then he leaned down, whispering in her ear.  “Doesn’t it make you angry?  Don’t you wonder what sort of god would let something like this happen to such a loyal servant?”