While Orlando did indeed find the bit of a delay between the time he'd made the plans and when he was to set off a bit tiresome, he was certain that Benedict would be able to take care of whatever problem may come. He was undoubtedly a brilliant man and an excellent combatant, and Orlando respected that, waiting as the alchemist and slave had slipped out of view.<br/><br/>------------<br/><br/>The torchlight in the halls had returned to the color of normal fire, being a yellowish-orange that danced in a cheerful way that either contrasted deeply with the situation, or even things so not-alive as fire were evil in the fiend's realm. Ariel's skin still seemed to retain a sort of glow in the dim light, showing that she was still, somewhere deep, retaining the smallest amount of hope. That was something Graz'zt enjoyed, watching those in such terrible scenarios have faith in the delusion that they would escape. It would be a great delight for him to watch it be ripped from her chest and ground into the dirt at her feet.<br/><br/>Reluhantis used her one free arm to stroke Ariel's damaged wing, running her slender, taloned fingers along the arm of it and then gently over the curtain of feathers. She pulled Ariel closer to her chest, restingher chin on the elf's shoulder before giving a sigh. "<span style="color: purple">Such a shame,</span>" she whispered, "<span style="color: purple">to see something so beautiful as yourself have to die. I really wish that His Majesty hadn't such fatal plans for you, as you would have made a most pretty toy for my sister and I.</span>" Her cheek rubbed against Ariel's own, the demon's drier skin taking in the tears that had run down Ariel's face. The hand had moved from Ariel's wing to her navel, and she was told again, "<span style="color: purple">I promise that we will make you feel all better when we reach the Hollowfield Grounds. Even with broken fingers, you being unable to run while you are killed in the arena would be no fun at all.</span>" Another laugh, though it was rather small in comparison to the wild cackle she'd given earlier, and the marilith's fingers began to trail slowly down Ariel's front until her fingertips had barely reached the groove just above Ariel's beautiful vagina.<br/><br/>Unhath made a huff. "<span style="color: indigo">Cease the flirtations, sister,</span>" she grumbled. "<span style="color: indigo">Even if I too would rather see her as our plaything, we do have orders. You remember what happened to the last to directly disobey Graz'zt, do you not?</span>" She shuddered slightly. "<span style="color: indigo">Be glad that you are not destined for The Hanging Gardens or The Argent Palace, mortal.</span>"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>