<div class="floatleft">(http://media.comicvine.com/uploads/2/25807/603584-thumb1.php.jpeg)</div><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>Sakkara stood in silence as Suzafan found the Angels words to be so very amusing. Forgiveness indeed. Onyx hues would narrow slightly, lips curling to a snarl at the thought of what Suzafan might do with the Celestial. Sakkara was quite aware that whatever the Torturer had in store, it was a complete waste.<br/><br/>To have an Angel... such possibilities.<br/><br/>She would not acknowledge Suzafan as she spoke of returning, instead keeping her gaze locked upon Zaeroses. She still held the whip wrapped around a hand, still held Bryce tight. She watched carefully as Zaeroses rose, as he spoke, and as his attention turned to her. Again, speaking on forgiveness. Slowly her tongue would wet dark lips, a blink of an eye and she stood so close to him he would feel the heat from her flesh. Her free hand lifted to slide over one of his magnificent wings, stroking the gleaming feathers of pristine white. She would purr low, leaning close to his ear, flicking her tongue over his throat.<strong> “ Yes. Forgive me. That is what I seek from you. Among other things..”</strong>Plucking free a single plume, she would slide it's sleekness over his cheek as she moved back slightly, gazing into his face.<strong> “ I pity you, for what you shall endure at the hands of our Torturer. But not for the reasons you might think. I leave you in her... hands. But let me leave you with a gift...”</strong><br/><br/>Sharp fangs bit into her lower lip, and her mouth found his, the kiss deep, long, and oddly enough slow and sensual. It mattered not if he returned in kind. Her blood slid within his mouth, just a small amount, but it would be enough. For a beginning. Pulling away she would step back from him, twirling his feather in long fingers, just as the imp scuttled in to deliver the items she had requested. Taking the collar and shackles, she would begin to lead Bryce out of the Hall, heading for her own quarters, her voice would echo through the place, meant for Zaeroses to hear, blending with the sound of her heels clacking on stone.<br/><br/><strong> “ And so it begins..”</strong>