<em><strong>(JOINED POST)</strong></em><br/><br/>The Captain was never the patient kind of demon. Nor one to easily let her guard down so the two traits clashed together in one glorious whirpool of emotions, after which only the impatience was victorious. Partly due to the lust Thane had so easily induced, partly because she had crossed the line she forbid to others when it came to the Queen's orders, the Captain was in a slow, yet sure way towards failure. Still, she was keen on reducing the prisoner's energy levels and in this she could do no wrong. Her lips were strong enough to cause him pain in that most sensitive part of his body without placing much effort.<br/><br/>But his pain wasn't what she wanted to obtain, rather his lack of dynamics. It was easier to keep a man trained under a lethargic influence than when he was jumpy and ready for action. The Captain had no means like magic or herbs to feed him in order to gain the desired response from him except for her abilities. And her abilities were basically the same as any succubus, only a bit more intense.<br/>He didn't respond, focussing on the wall behind her but she noticed his large hands had gripped his chains far more tightly. His body had tensed as if eager to rip free from his bondage. He was close... giving her a sense of power. Her heightened senses allowing her to greatly enjoy the scent he gave of. The high temperature and what was going on caused him to sweat lightly. The contrast with Khone's icy temperatures didn't help either. But still he didn't beg, he didn't speak... he didn't even look at her...<br/><br/>For a moment she understood why the Queen had given special orders regarding this mortal and so her pride was the only thing standing in the way of reason. It was not in her way to underestimate any of the warriors, especially from the human realm, but this time she imagined the privilegeds  given to her if she succeeded in preparing him beforehand.<br/>What gave him the power to resist? It couldn't be the fact that he lacked something as basic as sexual desire...his anatomical reactions proved the opposite. "You don't prefer men, do you?" she asked seriously once she stopped.<br/>This would prove to be a horrible disaster if it were true. The Captain had a good rank, but with rank also came responsibility..the sort of responsibilty for which any kind of failure proved to be lethal.<br/><br/>His conservative nature caused him to snort dismissively. He actually acknowledged her, looking down at the demonic beauty. He suddenly smiled evilly<strong>"I've had better..." </strong>he challenged her. His gaze hardened<strong>"Release me now."</strong>he said, his voice laden with authority that seemed to flow casually from him.<br/><br/>Finally a sign of recognition. He was bold and maybe insane to pose such a challenge. Insulting a demon of the Second Layer like this was one of the few reasons which led to the sinner's cycle of death and revival only to be killed again or worse, to discard him to the lowest circle were eternal pain was the basic punishment.<br/><br/>Few captives from the second circle had ever faced such gruesome measures and were he not chosen, the Captain would have gladly inflicted them upon him. "You demand stupid things" she said stroking his shaft while she was still kneeled in front of him. She loved the idea of taking such a position without being afraid that she might look less intimidating this way. Power comes from confidence after all and she had plenty to go with it.<br/><br/>He watched her as she seemed to be thinking. Her kneeling form had something 'adorably feminine' that contrasted with her martial physique and hints of battle armor.<strong>"Let me down... and I'll show you just how... 'masculine' I can be..."</strong>he said.<br/>At one point or another she knew it would come to this...having him for herself until he was ready to face her mistress. She didn't imagine that it would be so soon. The thought of having his seed inside of her was just tantalizing. She rose on her feet and grabbed his left cheek with her hand.<br/>"I've had better" she replied, scratching his skin. Surprisingly her hand went further to the right until it reached the chains on his wrists. With one short move she took the key from her inside her corset with the other hand and presented it to his glowing eyes.<br/><br/>"Oops" she said humanly, opening the metal cuff, releasing one of his hands from it.<br/>His hand was around her throat with great speed. He was strong but the grip loosened and instead the large hand slid over her neck to her cheek and finally along her jawline. His index tapped her lips before sliding down. For a split moment she noticed surprise. Her hands on his bare chest, he felt something 'tap' his gender... he then realized it was her tail. As she leaned in closer he returned her obvious desire... locking lips with her. He would wait... and strike when the time was right.<br/><br/>The faintest of breaths escaped from her sultry lips when his fingers clasped around her neck. The demon made use of her tail once more, this time wrapping it around his free hand and forcing it down from her cheek after tapping twice on his gender. Their kiss was deep and she allowed his tongue to merge with hers, teasingly trying to wrap her own around his, playfully pushing it to the back of his mouth.<br/>Her chest came close to his, the hard nipples brushing against his skin.<br/><br/>His fingertips fluttered over the bare skin of her lower back. His touch warm and tempting. His fingers teasing the unblemished skin. His breath washed over her face after he voluntarily broke the kiss. He was staring down at her with confidence.<strong>"You are too scared to release me?"</strong>he asked. He grinned almost mockingly.<strong>"Perhaps it is you who are more adept at handling choirboys..."</strong><br/>He had made her smile. The stern Captain of the Succubi could actually smile from time to time. "I am adept at handling pretty much everything.." she replied backing away from his body. "What I am not is a fool, human of Khone" Did he really think that this might work? Perhaps...if she had another to back her up. The Captain was too proud to ask for help when it came to it, but the fact that his grip had proven far stronger than she imagined was like an alarm signal. Humans didn't actually possess such strength no matter how brutish or well trained they were in the matters of war.<br/><br/>The perspective of having him free was very enticing to say the least, however. She had to make a choice and also to take some measuers of precaution. Now she regretted ordering the rest to leave the dungeons. Maybe an imp or two could spread the message that she needed someone to participate in the captive's taming.<br/>But she didn't want anyone else to interfere...this was her prey, her achivement. So she decided to use the force of words instead..."Scared? There is no demon scared in Hell, man of Khone. For this is where you were taken for your sins."<br/><br/>To have him kneel before her and kiss her boots would be an accomplishment especially in the throneroom. She could already see it before her, a lapdog in obsidian armor, led forth behind her, collared and held on a chain leash. But where the other females took the exotic, hoping to find success and power there, she would have a rare gem amongst the norm... As she seemed to be contemplatng future actions, Thane rose up a black eyebrow upon seeing her wicked enthralled smile. It was had to... 'place' it.<br/>You don't believe this is hell...or you believe yourself above sin? Which one is it? The reason behind your cocky gesture?" This time she had changed the tone. There was something amiss in his reactions. All demons had a strong bond with the concept of sin and any human or other being prone to sin who disregarded it was object to suspicion and loathe - a dangerous thing considering  the fact that demons had hate only for the righteous.<br/><br/><strong>"..."</strong>he simply pulled back and returned to his silence, leaving her question hanging. It was odd but his mind instinctively moved onwards to considering the seemingly impossible. What would he need to do to conquer this infernal hellhole? Could he escape? Were there alies? What were his options? Information would be key. Information and opportunity.<br/><br/>She took his latter reaction as a gesture of shame and refusal to confess whatever wrong he had done in his life, instead of taking it for what it was: a wise decision.<br/>"Good" she simply pointed, believing that the fear of eternal punishment was strong enough to keep him at bay. With a natural move she had released his other hand, freeing him comepletely. "Now kneel" she ordered pulling one end of the whip with a sudden movement, causing it to crack with a loud sound.<br/><br/>He fell onto all fours and rubbed his wrist, sitting crouched. Given his size even after his fall, the impression of 'stature' and 'presence' endured. But to her glee, he complied. Kneeling, a hand on his knee, the other flat on the ground, he took on the desired pose but with the regality of knighthood. But it was a start...<br/><br/>There was resistance for a moment but her legs were powerful and she got the impression his resistance had been but a token display. He moved onto both knees. Hands on the floortiles. His skin pale yet regretfully... or enticingly marred with scars, contrasted starkly with the dark surroundings.<strong>"..."</strong>he didn't respond. He had to learn to adress her still.<br/><br/>"Good. After each of my commands you have to say "Yes, mistress" or "Thank you, mistress" This was getting entertaining. "Now kiss the leather" she ordered bending her knee and causing the boot to get closer to his cheek.<br/><br/>He swallowed but not by fear. She noticed his pupils dilating. Was there arousal? He looked at the boot, taking in color and texture. There was an odd scent. As a succubus, her body never smelled badly, indeed there was a sweet flowery fresh scent about her at all times... narcotic, addictive, pleasant. The contrast with the militant thick leather was stark. His lips touched the boot's side.<br/>The slash of her whip came quick and merciless. "Yes, mistress" she pointed without raising her tone. There was something extremely dominant in her cold, casual modulation of the voice.<br/><br/>He didn't flinch. The marking didn't stand out among the deep scars on his back. Perhaps he had been once caught by the enemy and lashed? She wasn't sure. He did comply though. A red streak appearing on his pale back.<strong>"Yes..."</strong>hesitation followed by<strong>"...mistress"</strong>. She couldn't read him and the signals she got from him were conflicting...<br/>"Do it again" she said, referring to the gesture and the words alike. "Kiss it like you mean it, like you desire every inch of it"<br/>The light in her eyes started to flicker, matching her growing desire. Nothing made her twitch in pleasure like the sight of this proud warrior obeying her every command like the weakest sinner in hell.<br/><br/>He didn't use his hands but he did lean forward<strong>"Yes... mistress"</strong>he said swallowing his pride. Secretly there was something arousing about this. Had she been a Khonish lady... but she wasn't. A shame. He would have to kill her when the time came... after all she was only the enemy. As he nipped the tip of her boot, it became apparent he seemed to enjoy it...<br/>The Captain moaned slightly as if his kisses touched her skin directly...a trick to keep him going. The fact that he seemed to cease resisting his arousal gave her the confidence to not regret her decision of freeing him. Indeed, it had proved to be a good one. Thane was a cunning adversary...he knew how to fake obedience, but she doubted he knew how to fake an inner conflict. Inner conflicts were a succubus' biggest prize and this one was the size of the Eiffel Tower.<br/>"Now lick it and make sure it shines after you're done"<br/><br/>She chuckled in a most delicious way. How far could she go in humiliating him before he would snap, she wondered.<br/>Thane glared up at her. His eyes were defiant yet in contrast he didn't refuse. Instead both his strong hands slid along the brown leather. There were infernal runes made of a beautiful fiery golden incrested on the metal plates attached to these boots.<br/>He leaned forward and began to slide his tongue across the leather. For a moment she had lost a hnt of balance but quickly regained it. For a moment she had suspected subterfuge but he did not try something...<br/><br/>She leaned, slowly and reached for him as if to reward his efforts with a caress...instead her fingers grabbed his hair, pulling his head back with force. "You forgot the Yes, mistress part" she scolded, licking his cheek with the rough side of her tongue. Pushing her lower body, the succubus hinted that his lips were waited elsewhere.<br/><br/><strong><em>'Not... yet'</em></strong>he thought to himself. Patience. He visualized and revisualized the possibilities and decided to wait. He would only get one shot at this after all. He smiled then suddenly grinned eagerly<strong>"Yes Mistress? May i remove your belt?"</strong><br/>His hands reaching for the golden buckle. He needed to gain access to her 'special place' after all.<br/>She merely grinned. "You may" Her leg was resting against his shoulder, one of her hands was in his hair while the other was holding the whip tightly.<br/>He removed her swordbelt. The buckle depicting a leering devil's skull with ruby eyes. As it fell to the ground, her curved blade did so too. He slowly pulled down the loincloth, revealing her gender. He was not surprised that she did not believe in the virtue of 'undergarments', making the task of undressing her all the quicker...<br/>He leaned forward and pecked her gender several times before licking it gently. Hairless as he liked it, he caught the taste of what one would almost call... 'honey'.<br/>...making her moan slightly once more. She closed her eyes and pushed his head violently between her strong thighs, not letting go of him, entangling her fingers within his dark hair.<br/>Her tail waved from side to side before coiling around his neck, making sure that this will keep him on the spot even if her hands were placed somewhere else.<br/>He grinned and dug in deep. Exploring her with fervor and skill, kissing and licking but never enough to give her what she craved… and he knew she loved it.<br/>Her tail untensed a bit, the hold becoming less tight as he knew she lingered near orgasm… She felt his hands slide over her bare hips and then to her behind and then one hand casually caressed the top end of her tail that touched her lower back, just above her behind. His hands though callussed were pleasing to feel roam about so boldly yet with seemingly no other intent than to please her…<br/><br/>My Queen will be pleased with you…” she let out a murmur, indulging in both his touch and in her dreams of grandeur. His tongue explored the wet folds of her gender with the intention of pleasing her..this was a very good thing in itself. He seemed to know which spots to aim for, how could he guess that the root of her tail was actually the most sensitive from a succubus’ body?<br/>"Deeper." she demanded "kiss deeper." By now his knees must have hurt, he wasn't in a very comfortable position to begin with.<br/>He pulled at her reinforced bra or was it armor? Hard to tell... It was sexually provocative in any way and ostentatiously decorated underlining her position, species, gender and service. Captain, succubus, woman, loyal to a devillish woman fixated on pleasure, sensuality and excess. It came free.<strong>"Tell me to stop mistress... if you do not enjoy my 'ministrations'"</strong>he rose up but not much. She realized that even now his size allowed him to reach her breasts easily.<br/>Cupping, manipulating and toying with the large objects. He began to nip them and caught each nipple between his teeth in turn.<br/><strong>"But there were orders..."</strong>he momentarily returned to his previous actions, allowing her to endure the bliss of deep bold kisses on her gender before his hands fluttered back up. She was fit, furm, femininely muscular and curvacious perfection. Her skin felt warm and had an odd soft texture... pleasant to the extreme.<br/>His attention returned to her breasts as he began to 'handle' them. He attempted to gently guide her down but he did so cautiously, awaiting a 'refusal'... and ready to stop at her whim.<br/><br/>She allowed him to rise, eager for his wantings, placing both her boot cladded feet firmly on the ground. So he wasn’t immune to lust after all. The short nips, the long licks and hard bites on her breasts were firing her up, increasing both desire and thirst for violence within her. She had a preference for wild, rough and quick intercourse.<br/>“On your back” she said to avoid his questioning sentence.<br/>Both her hands were now purposely holding the whip by both ends, while she let all of her armour except the reinforced chest plate to fall to the ground.<br/>He obeyed, the floortiles were cold and rough but he cared not... it was more familiar than the hot air and the odd smell in the air. He looked up at her and she noticed the same defiance there but for the first time... curiosity and a flicker of real genuine piercing lust. At least she was able to make his heart beat quicker...<br/>Both her hands were now purposely holding the whip by both ends, while she let all of her armour except the reinforced chest plate to fall to the ground.<br/><br/>This time the slash was heavy and loud, burning his skin from the top of his left shoulder to the last of his right ribs. “Yes mistress!” she  emphasized annoyed with his short memory. Or was it defiance? Maybe he enjoyed her punishments all too much…maybe she had to use something more painful next time.  The Captain placed her right foot on his chest and bent forward, shifting her weight a bit more from the left leg to the right one.<br/>“Unzip it.” She continued, refering to the leather boot.<br/><br/>She could reek his arousal and his anger. Succubi were sensitive to strong emotions... especially primal ones. With lust naturally being the preferred one. The fact his exterior remained cool, his face composed but his interior hinted at something else... it made him interesting. He gasped, breath pushed out of his lungs. Her strength great. Despite his might she could break his ribs or worse. As she ordered him he spoke.<strong>"Yes mistress."</strong>and then surprisingly added<strong>"...gladly"</strong>. He reached for the zipper, looking for the best way to remove it all. A red streak ran across his skin, the red contrasting the pale white skin. The nearby torch adding odd atmosphere to the sight of his handsomely sculpted manly physique...<br/><br/>Thane took a gander at the perfectly shaped foot in front of his eyes before her toe touched his lips, pushing the bottom lip apart from the top, revealing his stark white teeth.  They matched her smile, a devious , cheshire like grin. The soles of her feet were soft like velvet and while one of her legs remained on the floor, still in its boot, the other was teasingly hanging in the air above his lips.<br/>“Place both your hands on my leg and graze your lips against my toes … one tickle and you’re dead.” She was basically forcing him to kiss her foot with the right amount of pressure.<br/><br/>He didn't seem convinced but at the same time... he couldn't be entirely certain she wouldn't kill him.<strong> "As you wish mistress"</strong>he slid his hands down her leg. Slender with long toes, not pudgy and marred. The skintone remained alien of course... inhuman. Cautiously and slowly he complied. His lips touching her big toe. His breath was warm. There was a barely detectable nervousness in the air ensueing her 'threat'.<br/>“You’re allowed to drop the title now..” she said licking her lips “I need your mouth for something else than words”  She watched intently as his lips took in her toe, engulfing it in warmth. His fingers were slightly touching the arch, almost ticklish but not yet. He held a firm grip on her leg and she loved the amount of his strength when he didn’t even put effort in it. The demoness could see it now, the same display in the throneroom, showing her Queen how obedient he could be, the Black Baron of Khone at her feet.<br/>“Ruler of armies..” she mocked “rule this!” and she pushed the back of her foot over his lips. “Lick it from top to the heel.”<br/><br/>There was for the first time truly 'human' reaction coming her way as she noticed a red shade on his cheeks. He gained a voracious glimmer in his gaze and gently touching the sides of her foot complied. His mind had noticed the sets of chains behind his captor. The nasty hook. The torch. The location of her swordbelt. A multitude of scenarios were possible... But how could he distract her so and unbalance her that she would momentarily be unable to use her inhuman ability? His tongue began to lap and he did so with genuine eagerness... enjoying the situation in a twisted perverted way he would never publically admit...<br/><br/>“This! This is it..” she said with burning eyes “the moment where you let go of puny human restraints…shameless, lustful..free.” One way or the other all demons regarded themselves as liberators of the human kind, freeing them from their shackles of morality.<br/>"Again" she said.<br/>"Please me, warrior of Khone and you will live to see the next night...sadly you have to take comfort in the thought that you will never see the sun again."<br/><br/>He licked more and slid a finger over the silky sole. Her foot twitched reflexively and he smiled, he slid his fingertips gently over her soles. She began to giggle in a way that was actually adorably. But she didn't stop. She seemed to take in the odd sensation with a degree of... pleasure? Her hand came to rest on a wall chain. He continued ever so lightly as she made another cute noise.<strong>"Lean back a bit..." </strong>he offered with evil intent, he faked submissiveness and instinctively she went along with it as one hand teased her inner thigh, gently tickling the erogenous skin before teasing her gender. And then he struck... he pushed forward with all his weight...<br/>Her hand holding the chain was a bit stuck and she was out of balance, she found herself pressed against the meathook which pierced her back. To his surprise despite the cry of agony and the roar of pain ,her hand lashed out with inhuman strength. He felt a sharp intense pain. He lashed back with a punch, her horned head slamming into the walltile leaving a deep dent.<br/><br/>She seemed wounded but little more than that. Her eyes formed slits, staring furiously at the Black Baron. Her arousal gone. Her pleasure shattered. Thane realized the meathook had gone deep into her but she still could move. Her tail lashed out and he only just grabbed it, it twirled around his arm... attempting to 'stab' at his face. He pulled back his face only just in time.<br/>He had to adjust to this... he wasn't fighting humans. These... misfits had extra appendages, wings, fangs and... well in this case... horns and a tail...<br/>He punched her several times but the fierce Captain had become head of the Royal Guard with reason. She was worth a dozen men or women. Physically she was the giant man's superior. Heck she could probably stand her ground against the captured Lycan or the winged angel... but Thane wasn't interested in fighting fair.<br/><br/>As she lashed out, he purposely slammed her back again and again, to further enrage her. She was not trying to get loose from the meathook just to grab him. And it worked. He still held her tail and grabbed another chain, wrapping it around her wrist as her lightning fast hand scratched deep into his pale cheek.<br/>The long nails cut deep and blood trickled down but his pale face showed no reaction. As he forced the chain forward and around her other arm. Attaching it to another hook.<br/>She trashed like crazy, kicking and screaming but to her own regret it sounded like she was going to town on another playmate... and her words were soon muffled as he used her loincloth to gag her.<br/>The metal strained and he frowned. Once he had bend a bar of metal with immense effort it was seen as a superhuman feat by human standards. It had been more due to sheer stubborness than anything, this 'woman' if she could be called that was about to break free despite being lifted up and skewered by a vicious meathook.<br/>He improvized using her own belts and buckles to further restrain her and moving to a cell.<br/>The demoness could see him place a large bare foot against the wall. The blackhaired giant strained every muscle in his still exhausted physique. The aftermath of his great battle near the pass into Khone had left its marks. The she-devil saw the chains strain and the plug locked into the wall finally give way. Sweating and breathing heavily he returned using the thick massive chain to further bind her... finally effectivelly preventing escape...<br/>She could only tap her tail against the rough walls from behind her and her body moved frantically from left to right, trying to unhook itself, but only forced the pointed metal deeper inside her flesh.<br/>He looked up at her as he put on some cloth and slid her swordbelt over him.<strong>"A woman's weapon... petite and overly ornamented"</strong>he teased coolly<strong>"It'll do" </strong>he said. There was a wicked glimmer in his eyes. It reminded her of her earlier premonition in the dungeon... a predator in human form. He had played his part... he had waited and then he had struck. The Queen had no idea what she had dragged to the pits of hell... or perhaps she did. Despite her situation she couldn't help but smile at the thought. He was frail compared to many of the others. A human... no magic. Nothing bar an alchemically treated phyisique and the favor of an eerie distant God. The Blackguard, the Baron of Khone brought something else to the fore...<br/><br/>And it would be glorious to see it unfold. A pawn of the Queen? Or perhaps the Queen would falter and the knight would succeed at a bold checkmate move? He drew her blade... it glimmered in the dark. He spoke cooly. All emotion gone once more. A dark and deep voice "And now... we have a little talk" he said. And for the first time in 400 years she felt a feeling of dread in her gut.<br/>The gag prevented her from using her only ace...she wanted to curse him, but she knew it will never come to that. He had the determination of a fierce killer.<br/><br/>Strange. In her last moments he raped her. He needed to get it out of his system. She felt strange. It aroused her. Was this how her playmates felt? She wanted him to continue. The deep agressive thrusts finishing the matter for him but not her. She was left wanting where he was saved from all the pent up pressure...<br/><br/>Speed was needed but information was still essential. He suspected he still had time. She had herself ensured nobody would come. Keys lay on a nearby table. The thick door closed.<br/>He got to work. The Succubus gasping and groaning. Pain and pleasure she knew but Thane revealed an arsenal of wicked pleasures and effective strikes. He showed no… sadism in his actions. He was methodical… business-like. His questions brief and effective. Each time she refused to answer, the gag returned. And as time went on, pain was passed on for the denial of pleasure which proved quite effective. It seemed these tough women… these Succubi and She-Devils loathed the denial of what they craved.<br/><br/>The Captain of the Guard told him much…<br/>About this place…<br/>About her fellow Infernals… and what made them ‘tick’.<br/>About the  purpose he was here for… or at least what she was willing to say. Thane suspected she held something back even at the very end.<br/><br/>One thing though fascinated him. The things he heard about the Queen… something very interesting indeed.<br/>At the very end, he spoke up<strong>“You impress me…”</strong>he said.<strong>“A shame you are not a Khonish woman. Your strength and skill would have brought you status. And your wickedness my body voluntarily”</strong>he said<strong>“Do not have regrets”</strong>he said<strong>“You told me why I am here. But you did not truly betray your own. Your honor is intact”</strong>he said. His tone was even, cold as ever. But it had a softness to it currently that was oddly pleasant. Her eyes widened at his words, a mixture of confused feelings at all this.<br/>His large strong hand came to touch her gender. And as she shuddered in pleasure. The strongest orgasm she had had in over a decade… he struck.<br/><br/>She never saw it coming. Her mind had still been overcome by unbridled pleasure. The flash of the supernatural blade. The impressive strength of his swordarm.<br/>Darkred blood splattered over his face and over his sword arm. It was still warm. Still sticky. A disturbingly familiar feeling and scent. He had beheaded her. Indeed… demons and devils could not survive that. At least that was confirmed. He allowed himself a moment of indulgence, a moment to smile at the wicked rational thought. When fighting her brethren… go for the neck. At least it would give him a shot. Cleaning the blade with a cloth, he sheathed it. He left the entangled body hanging there. The horned head lay on the floor. The soft gorgeous face eternally locked in a moment of ecstatic bliss.<br/>Taking the large key, the tall warlord opened the door and clad in loincloth, covered in fresh blood and old scars, he closed the door behind him, disposing of the key along the way. They would not find her body for a while.<br/><br/>The next half hour he moved stealthily despite his imposing bulk, travelling to architecture that mixed dungeon, cavern and castle in a weird twisted combination. He avoided the deadly Royal Guard… forced to take out one of them… and then by stealth. To pass into a hallway he had to get by her… he literally beheaded her once more…<br/><br/>He began to suspect his stay in this place would lead to plenty more of such deathblows… The blood remained visible but it was still dark and dimly lit here. It might not be noticed quickly. He hid the body in an alclove next to the statue of something reminding Thane of a gargoyle…<br/><br/>Thane felt tired, hungry and his body still ached. He had never been in this big a tactical disadvantage. Without allies and only the information extracted from the infernal captain, he felt less than optimistic about his chances. But Thane was not the sort of man to surrender. He was too stubborn. Too determined. Too relentless. A man so arrogant he saw a manifest destiny for himself to conquer and dominate. The added twist being that he might pull it of one day, if he survived that is.<br/><br/>As an exhausted Magnus Thane, Black Baron and Chosen Champion of Bane strode away, the obisidan gargoyle’s eyes lit up. Two large red ruby’s. The black horned and beaked head turned and its gaze followed Thane as he moved away. The stone construct ressembling a large hunched winged Devil began to move and stepped out of the alclove.<br/>Hunger… the hunger was there. And finally it had seen an intruder to satiate its craving for fresh meat…<br/>