Belphegor listened carefully to the angel recall the way he was captured. Meanwhile the runes each lit up, alone, in pairs, three or four at a time, imprinting the things the angel said into the book.<br/><br/>However, the angel didn't realize that his words hit a nerve with the demoness. The term "your queen" infuriated Belphegor.<br/><br/><em>'My queen? My queen?! My queen?!!!'</em>The rage lit up inside her mind like a wildfire. It got even bigger when she recalled what else he said. Assuming she'd mingle and share any relation with these, these maggots! She kept the lid on her rage, though, and the only thing she displayed on her face was a cold, serious expression, with brows arched downwards as she spoke.<br/><br/><em><strong>"She isn't my queen, nor will she ever be. And never associate me with these mockeries, these bastardized versions of demon kin. They are the parasitic fungi of my race."</strong></em>she jeered with visible disgust.<br/><br/>She felt a slight jolt of pain travelling down her body from her forehead. A sign. Maybe. From him. Or it was just her imagination.<br/><br/>In actuality it wouldn't be unlike the Demon Lord. He had an appetite for screams, and suffering, and breaking things ... like souls. And Belphegor was among those who had seen just how far his "hunger" reached. Not long after he branded her with the scars, catching a taste for hearing her scream, the Demon Lord ordered that Belphegor be put on the torture table. Days, months, years on end she'd be there being carved up, having every bone crushed and being torn limb from limb. And each time the Demon Lord listened with incredible delight at the shriveled screams coming from a room next to the Great Chamber. He'd sometimes come over and pick up the sickle or the fine toothed knife and torture her himself; he even nicknamed her "My little broken doll".<br/><br/>But, after a few decades, her screams began to die down until she finally stopped having any reaction to anything. That's when he bore of her and took her off the table. And surely enough another person took her place. After that her climb to power fuelled theories that she only got close to the Demon Lord to get revenge or that she developed something similar to Stockholm syndrome, theories which the Demon Lord didn't pay attention to, apparently.<br/><br/>The memories began to fade and she started blinking like mad to make them leave for good. In a matter of seconds she was staring down the Celestial's profile. Her brows came in a little closer when she realized she had lost precious time, her frown changing from fury to irritation.<br/><br/><strong><em>"I need more information and at a faster pace"</em></strong>she thought aloud. She reached out and touched his cheek, closing her eyes in an attempt to pierce in his mind. But she failed. The angel was on a whole other level than humans and a more complex spell was needed to open his mind to manipulation.<br/><br/><strong><em>"Humph"</em></strong>she scoffed, the flat line she had for a mouth curving at the edges in a mischievous way. With one grand flap, her wings broke the spell that was hiding them, and lifted her in the air, hovering above the Celestial. She broke into a grin and, with another flap, started descending graciously on top the angel, the table tilting back to its original, horizontal, position under the added weight. She landed gently on his lower body, just below his navel, putting her hands on his chest then sliding them down his abdomen. Arching her back, in a matter of seconds she resembled a canopy, holding on to the contour of his face with her claw-like fingers, staring the angel right in the eyes.<br/><br/><strong><em>"You have exquisite eyes, Celestial, too bad you had to be a feathery ball of righteousness, otherwise I'd had mated you."</em></strong>she taunted Zaeroses about the color of his eyes.<strong><em>"Unfortunately for you, because you are on a different wave length, we'll have to get more...personal"</em></strong>she added not too thrilled. To unlock the angel's mind she needed a spell, and a powerful one at that. She brought the book over, turned a few pages and after a few glances the book disappeared again.<br/><br/><strong><em>"Accerso alius sententia ut mihi,"</em></strong>she started chanting in Latin.<strong><em>"phasmatis ec interregnum ego dico, solvo meus mens mei, ego dico thee phasmatis audite meus placitum capio meus mens quod iacio est porro ut te."</em></strong>After finishing the spell, Belphegor's third eye opened and she locked her lips to his, starting to sink in his thoughts.<br/><br/>She suddenly found herself in the angel's place, seeing the scene of his fight with the demons. Unfortunately the angel's memories were interrupted by the blow to the head, and she couldn't find any new information. She went further in his memories, trying to catch a glimpse of why the angel was in that area, but Zaeroses' mind was too powerful and closed off those thoughts.<br/><br/><em>'I see he's found a way to block me out. Then I'll weaken him through feeding.'</em>she planned her next move.<br/><br/>She started out gently, making Zaeroses see the gates to Heaven and a peaceful, yet abandoned surrounding. But the moment he dared walk through the gates perverted visions of a Heaven fallen into lust filled his field of view. Angels were caught in the throes of passion all over, Heaven's purity being bathed in virginal blood. Before he could catch his breath, Belphegor threw at him visions of six naked female angels pinning him down with lustful giggles in their smiles. He panicked, whether he realized it or not, and that made Belphegor kiss even harder, feeding or not. The vision continued, the female angels ripping Zaeroses' clothes off and rubbing against him. When he finally was completely naked, one of the women got on top of him and impaled herself on his manhood. Another started kissing and licking the skin on his torso, occasionally stimulating his nipples, while two others made use of his hands and fingers pleasuring themselves with them. The last two got above him, catching his head between their legs while embracing, their labia touching and pressing on his lips, locking in a different, wetter kiss.<br/><br/>Along with his will to resist the imagined pleasures his panic grew until it verged on fear, making Belphegor pull him in closer and kiss him more "passionately". She pressed up against him until her breasts squashed at his chest. The hunger widened its mouth like a mythical beast, the spell strengthening and giving him more twisted visions.<br/><br/>This time, along with the women who used him as a pleasure toy, he saw the archangel Uriel staring at him with both amazement and disappointment.<strong><em>"I am disappointed in you Zaeroses; how could you succumb to such sinful behavior?"</em></strong>Uriel berated him. As if on cue, the women began moving more and moaning louder. Seeping through, his fear made Belphegor go wild, almost eating him up whole.<br/><br/>Suddenly she arched her back backwards until she almost reached his feet, grabbing her head with her hands and letting out a scream on par with a banshee's wail. Her third eye broke into flames and a voice started speaking to Belphegor.<br/><br/><strong><em>"Enough playing around, Belphegor, end your investigation with the angel and move on"</em></strong>the Demon Lord's voice thundered, inflicting unbelievable pain on her.<br/><br/><strong><em>"Ye-...yes, my Lord"</em></strong>she answered in a shaking voice. She got off the table with shaking hands and legs, wiping her mouth of the angel's taste, before speaking again, this time to Zaeroses.<br/><br/><strong><em>"You know, you don't taste completely angel. Don't get me wrong, you're delicious and I'd feed on you for years, but you have something vile in your mouth, a bit like my kind."</em></strong>she gave him another taunt before turning her back on him to chronicle what she saw inside his mind.