Humiliation trembled through her entire body.  He did it on purpose.  Both the 'rival' and the pup upstart who dared to lay his hands on her.  Fire flared in her eyes, bleeding to a red so dark it would shame scarlet.  She pulled herself to her full height.  Not very tall to begin with but she manged to tower over him with her power, however stunted by her collar.  Though her wings were stunted she was not without her powers.  But even she knew an opportunity when it presented itself.  Soothing her ruffled feathers as best she could, she graced him with a smile.<br/><br/>"Royal bitch I may be, Pup of Cerberus, but you would be wise to step carefully of your betters.  This is but a temporary cage.  I will not be here long and when I do return to my full power, you would be wise to know what side you land on."  Ashakiel, the Dark Virgin no more, no longer needed to hold tight a virtue lost.  Now, if she had to, she would be something else.  She would invent herself anew and Hell would run with the blood of her enemies.<br/><br/>She turned her head to the two lovely pair that clung to a past long gone.  "How sweet.  Angels are always so sickening, holding to the hopes and dreams of being forgiven.  Disgusting.  All lies.  Everything is a lie.  She gave a mirthless smile, envious because they could find a type of solace she could never achieve.  There was no such thing as friendship in Hell.  None that she had come across.<br/><br/>Raging cheers could be heard and she instinctively looked up.  They must be getting warmed up.  Many times she had visited the Arena and seen the delightful carnage.  The Arena Master never let anyone down.  Now, she would find her place amongst the sands of blood and sweat.  Disdain hardened her heart and she frowned.  She turned her attention back to the new one.  The incubus.<br/><br/>"You are rather rude but then humans are by nature.  You would do well to be careful of your speech.  You never know who may hold your death in your hands."  The chanting reverberated into the pen.  And she paced.  The leather of her harness barely holding back her breasts.  That they deemed her to fight in a few leather strips was appalling but it would do.  She felt rather exposed.  To say the least, she was a prude.  She wanted to cover up but she knew, to show that would be weakness.  Even she wanted to get on with it.