As the fear had finally come to an end, Zaeroses heard the demoness saying something about the way he tasted. He considered it for a moment. She was weaving spells into his mind, trying to learn if he was hiding anything from her. Apparently, she was paranoid as well as evil. The demon was looking for information is his head that was either useless to her, or tha he didn't have. Certainly, inside of Zaeroses mind, she could find a way to bring even the mightiest demons in Hell up to the High Heavens. But it would be pointless to try. Immediately, the archangels would descend upon them, and in the Heavenly realm, angels were literally indestructible, guarded by hope, valor, justice, and all things holy. Down here though, Zaeroses was subject to the black magic that this woman used. Still, it didn't matter. Zaeroses laughed a little bit, catching his breath again and watching the demoness as she clearly was in deep thought. He remembered the vision that she had imparted to him, quickly realizing how irrational the fears had been. That, and Uriel's judgement wouldn't be even close to the most damning thing possible. After all, the archangel would forgive him regardless of what happened. Angels didn't hold grudges.<br/><br/>Zaeroses laughed a little more.<strong>"What secrets do you hope to find in my head, demon?"</strong>Zaeroses asked, his thoughts becoming more and more clear until the spell had worn off. Being immortal, every time magic was used against him, or every time he was wounded physically, or mentally, Zaeroses would simply heal stronger each time. If the demoness wasn't careful, she would render him immune to her magic by using it on him to get answers that he didn't have.<strong>"I answered your questions honestly. Are you truely so poor an interrogator that you can't tell the truth from a lie?"</strong>Zaeroses asked. His tone was not one of taunting, but of genuine curiosity.<strong>"If you like, I could give you some pointers. Rather than bothering with magic and cheap tricks, you should learn to read people instead,"</strong>he added. Zaeroses was finding himself rather amused now. If all the demon wanted to know was who brought him to Hell, he had already told her everything he knew, and she would have to figure out the trest on her own. On the other hand, if there was more she wanted to learn from him, it was all pointless now, anyway.<br/><br/>By this point, his kin would have noticed his abscence, and would have begun to search for him. When they didn't find him anywhere on Earth or in Heaven, the Hell would be the only place left to look to. Once they reached that conclusion, the angels would be prepared for any moves the demons tried to make, as they would already suspect them of preparing to break the uneasy truce that had no doubt made this demon want to know who had brought Zaeroses to hell in the first place.<br/><br/>Zaeroses smiled and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath and relaxing. Regardless of what the demoness could do to him, he was content. Zaeroses began to pray in the angelic tongue.<strong>"Help make me a channel of thy peace. Where there is hatred, let me sow love. Where there is injury, let me give pardon. Where there is doubt, let me bring faith. Where there is despair, let me bring hope. Where there is darkness, let me bring light. Where there is sadness, let me bring joy. Where there is fear, let me bring harmony. Where there is ignorance, let me bring truth. Grant that I may seek to understand, rather than to be understood. That I may seek to love, rather than to be loved. That I may seek to comfort, rather than to be comforted. For it is in giving of ourselves that we recieve, and it is through forgiving others that we are forgiven...</strong>" the angel went on. The words brought him peace, as the images that had been placed in his mind were sent away. He looked up at the demoness once again.<strong>"Whoever you are, I forgive you,"</strong>the angel said, an honest smile on his face as he closed his eyes to relax once more.