Erythnul only grinned at her futile struggles, her kicks almost like playful pokes to his chest.<em>I would watch my words, mortal... in this room, I could crush your skull with hardly an effort,</em>that dreadful mental echo said in a soft, icy threat. The huge demon puckered his lips, then blew, a puff of fire travelling outward and enveloping the girl. The flames did little more to her than lick her skin with a heat that was just enough to be painful, but her clothes? They were reduced to ashes in a mere second. He held her there by the head, his lewd eyes making his intent all too clear as they swept up and down her body, her physical strength not even enough to phase him. He grinned sadistically.<em>Soon, girl...</em>that voice promised.<br/><br/>Still, he was intrigued. As the last member of the Carving bloodline, it was entirely possible that she could free him. Then again, it was entirely possible that killing her could have the same effect. The man who had bound him was smart; he had made certain Erythnul knew nothing of the enchantments. So, the demon decided to himself that she would live or die based upon how much he enjoyed raping her. Either way, it might bring him closer to his freedom.