Zehair looked over at Sarathiel. The site of her here was disheartening. He walked over to her and leaned forward on the bars of his cage. "M'lady Sara? Though I am a defiled and tainted beast. . . I will let no harm come to you. How did you end up here?! You were trying to stop the arguing of the higher ups when I went into hell. He kneeled and his menace energies dropped quickly.<br/><br/>The energies focused into a single point on his palm and a tainted angelic blade appeared from the energies he focused there. He slammed the blade into the ground and looked into her eyes. "I swear by all that is holy in the heavens above, I shall protect you with every fiber of my being and soul. With this blade and my might I will slay any in order to get you back to your rightful place in the heavens. You still can go back. . ." Zehair stood up and the blade he created shattered and turned into energy once again.<br/><br/>Zehair took the energies back into his body and then looked over at the ranting noble demoness. He smirked enjoying the sight of a demon of anykind in distress over their polotics. He looked over at Adam as he started yelling at the woman. Zehair's expression became one of anger as he noticed this demon was relatively knew to hell. Why someone would sell their soul for an eternity of this was very strange to him and the thought of it made him angry. His energies began fluctuating again but he lowered them when the groomer came in. He didn't let the groomer going to him get close, but he did take the cloths it held out for him.<br/><br/>Zehair started laughing as the demoness that was ranting before began talking about freeing herself and become the ruler of hell. The thought of how arrogant these demons were was funny to Zehair considering it took a prince to bring him down. He looked over at the messanger as he entered and smirked. After the messanger gave his little performance Zehair grabbed it by the throat and pulled him against the bars of his cage, his grip strong and unwavering no matter how hard it struggled he couldn't break free. Zehair spoke quietly into the messanger's ear. "You're a lowly dog compared to you're forefathers. The hellhound I fought was a valiant warrior who guarded the gates of damnnation. Too bad I had to kill him in order to push into hell, here's a tip. Become stronger, then maybe, just maybe, you could end up becoming one of the greatest warriors hell has ever seen." Zehair forced his hand forward and tossed the messanger back against the ground.<br/><br/>Zehair then walked into the center of his cell and sat waiting for the guards to come and bring them into the arena. He looked over at Sarathiel and smiled. "Have faith, and ask god for strength. You'll make it through this. And if you ever need help, just ask me I will help you to the greatest of my ability." Zehair sighed then clenched his hands to gather and slammed them into his stomach. He fell to his knees and threw up a the black liquid the guards had forced down his throat earlier. Zehair then wiped his mouth and stood awaiting the guards that would escort him to the arena to be shown to the princes, and to be challenged for the tile of "Grand Champion of the Arena". Though many would try, none would succeed.