<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/3jnas.jpg)</div><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Tahariel</span></strong></div><br/>His knees hit the floor of the Throne Room with a soft thud which brought a faint grunt from his throat and a wince of pain.  He fell forward onto his hands in something of a prostrated position before the Queen of the Second Layer of Hell.  Despite his hands being freed some time ago his wings remained bound, straps of leather held them closed, not tightly enough to be painful, but certainly enough to cause him great discomfort.  As if in shame of their condition he kept them pressed close to his back.<br/><br/>The nude angel slid back into a kneeling position placing his hands on his bare thighs, keeping his head bowed.  He was an "ideal" prisoner insofar as he obeyed most of the commands his captors gave him, though he resisted any efforts made to break his spirit or somehow humiliate him.  His almost naive sense of honestly and hope gave him a kind of spiritual armor against this place--though the plane of lust had other effects upon him that his slightly stiff member revealed to the succubi.<br/><br/>"An interesting throne, does he always follow you around?" he addressed the Queen after Suzafan left, perhaps unwisely, referring to the large beast that carried her and now served as her seat.  His cerulean eyes looked up, though his head remained slightly bowed.