Zaeroses could feel his conciousness returning slowly. He had died again, though he hadn't seen the killing blow coming, having been preoccupied with another adversary at the time. She had been a succubus, and had attacked when her attempts to seduce the angel had been met with rejection, though she hadn't been at all angered by it. It seemed as though she had wanted him to fight. Zaeroses had been winning too, finding her to be an easy foe to face in battle. But he hadn't been ready for the blow that took the life from his body. His skull had been crushed, by some means or another, by an unseen enemy. Being an angel, of course, death had only been temporary. His thought were flooding back to him as a result of his return to life, and Zaeroses took a loud breath suddenly.<br/><br/>His eyes opened, but everything was still dark. He could feel fabric over and around his head. Trying to shift and srtuggle, he found his arms were bound, his wrists chained together behind his back, and his wingswere clearly tied to his sides with a rope around his chest, preventing him from flying away at all.<br/><br/>Zaeroses was being dragged by someone, but eventually they stopped, pushing hm to his knees. He tried to stand, but felt a whip lash accross his back quickly, stinging him. He didn't make a noise though. Instead, he tried to stand up again, only to be whipped once more. This persisted, as the angel refused to stay on his knees, ignoring the pain of the whipping. Eventually though, as he was beginning to push himself up once morem he was struck in the back with what must have been a club or bat, or some other form of blunt object, taking the wind from his lungs. He stayed down on his knees this time, trying to get his breath back.