"Hell spawn..." Zaeroses said. He tok a deep breath, feeling his ribs healing, and finally taking their natural place once again. His head turned upwards to the new voice. He couldn't see her for the fabric that covered his face, but he could spell her. "You reek of brimstone." He said, his voice harsh now. He had been left alone long enough that his body had fully recovered from the experience of dying. Zaeroses took a deep breath through his nose again, smelling the air. "Strange..." He said. "One of you doesn't carry the same scent as the rest of this circle." He said, his glowing, white eyes not fully focus and open, though there was little to see right now. "Hmm... lust... lust... lust... and violence?" He spoke. Zaeroses laughed a little bit. Interesting. He could sense that this demon, who belonged in the realm of violence, not of lust, was the most powerful around him.<br/><br/>Zaeroses remembered enough of what the demoness who had touched his wing had said to know that various, powerful demons were claiming people as slave. "Your logic is flawed, demon." Zaeroses said, facing, though not seeing, the demoness who had addressed him again. "If I am to be stuck here for eternity, then this becomes my home, and so I will be home always." The angel said, laughing a little bit. Zaeroses wasn't afraid. "To be honest, I think you arrived a little late." He went on. "Being a being of violence and not of lust, you are no threat to me. Pain is meaningless. If you insist on torturing me, then I feel I should point out that one of your subordinates has already crushed my skull previously, before I was brought to this place. You're going to have your work cut out for you to out do her."<br/><br/>He pushed himself up to his feet again. This time Zaeroses was struck in the ribs with the club again, but he didn't flinch or lose his wind. His head turned to his left and then his right. He knew there were demons there. He could almost 'feel' their presence. "Every time you hit me, my bones only grow stronger." He said. "I forgive your trespass against me, and your previous efforts to kill me." He said. His memories had finally recovered, and he knew that the demoness who had struck him was the one who had killed him before his capture. "You will find no hate in me. Truthfully, I do pity you." He spoke still. Zaeroses turned his head and was 'looking' at the demoness who belonged in the realm of violence. "All of you." He added for emphasis. He did pity her. What manner of horrid life, and what sort of terrible experiences had she experienced as a mortal to be so cruel in the afterlife.