<strong>Erato, tagged La’cael’rah </strong><br/><br/>The moment her attention was focused on Suzafan and the Celestial, La’cael’rah took the chance to flee, first clinging to the nearest pillar, then going for the ceiling and finally going into the nearest, darkest corner to hide his statuesque frame.<br/>Erato was growing impatient. Why was Belphegor so keen on taking the Celestial in her custody? These were matters of the Second Layer, not the Demon’s Lord business.<br/><br/>“I didn’t allow you to leave this spot!” Erato addressed the fae, not bothering to look up his way. “You may have the Queen’s favor<span class="bbc_u">for now</span>, but while she’s not here you take orders from me.”<br/><br/>The nerve he had to flee and cower like that, it seemed to her that the prisoners forgot what they were here for and their actual position. This was not some free holiday at the spa. The Queen was too lenient, if it were for her none of them would roam the layer unrestrained. If by any chance La’cael’rah will consider not to obey these last words, she’d leash train him without hesitation.<br/><br/>“Mind if I take my Queen’s current pet for a walk?” she asked Belphegor although she didn’t actually need her permission. It was wiser to feign politeness and manners now that both females have reached some sort of agreement. Erato feared that if Belphegor was forced to wait any longer for the Queen’s arrival, she might change her mind about Zaeroses and take him into custody without the agreed prior audition. On the other hand, she couldn’t simply ask La’cael’rah where he last saw the Queen or how did he end up with Callisto in the first place. Not while Belphegor was listening.<br/><br/>Belphegor shrugged as if saying “suit yourself”. Erato needed nothing more.<br/><br/>“Suzafan, I leave the Throne Room in your charge for now.” The “throne room” actually meant ‘Belphegor and the Celestial’, Erato hoped that Suzafan wasn’t that dumb not to read between the lines.  She also hoped not regretting her decision in the near future.<br/>Eyeing the fae, she headed towards the exit, beckoning him to follow. Plan A was going down the drain fast, maybe plan B will prove efficient this time.<br/><br/><br/><br/><strong>Suzafan, tagged Zaeroses</strong><br/><br/>To think she’d have the chance to tease the Celestial once again right after she thought he slipped through her fingers was like a treat to the erratic torturer. Suzafan just loved the way Zaeroses tasted, she sloved his smell, his beautiful white wings and basically everything he had to show. Well,<em>everything</em>had yet to be discovered.<br/><br/>Cursed be the Interrogator’s presence. While a whole buch of curses and jinxes passed through Suzafan’s mind, she decided that it was her duty to keep the Celestial entertained for a while. After all, the succubi took pride in being the most hospitable of demons, why wouldn’t she take their example.<br/><br/>“So from which layer are you?” she asked refering to the circles of Heaven and pinching his cheeks hard enough to make a normal man bruise. For the angel it mush have felt different, but his unblemished skin remained as pale. “What was your position and how many are going to search for you?”<br/><br/>Suzafan subtely made fun of Belphegor’s usual duties. She hoped to get a chance for a real interrogation, one which might include some old fashioned torture.<br/>