What was it with jailers and their annoying habit of running their batons, magical or otherwise in this case, across the bars of the cells as this messenger was doing?  Adam didn't know that of course right off, but it was apparent by the way he handled his business, always on the move, never stopping for long, and of course the fact he dealt in information was quite obvious after only a few minutes of him running his mouth.  Even so, Adam chuckled at the joke despite the fact it was all too true in his case.  "That I did, and I guess that makes me quite low even among your kind my good fellow, at least according to her royal bitchiness anyway."  He answered, turning his eyes upon Ashakiel before facing the Hellhound before him.  His next words confirmed what Adam was feeling all too keenly however as he sighed heavily, having the strong urge to whip his cock(s) out and start jerking one or many out right there, but he had enough control yet to avoid making an ass of himself.  Besides, he didn't want to give the former 'Princess' the honor of him on his knees just yet, unless he was giving her a very large cream filling in every hole of course, then he'd be more than happy to get on his knees for her.  "I was afraid you'd say that.  Still, that doesn't surprise me considering this is Hell after all.  And Ashekeil, I did sell my soul off, but it wasn't for power alone.  I wanted revenge.  Beyond that, you'll have to beat it out of me, or fuck it out of me, whatever comes first."  He challenged, smiling quite broadly at both thoughts even though they both promised a great deal of physical torment probably, but who wound up on their back was up for grabs however since he wasn't wearing a collar, having no power really other than his supernatural strength and transformation abilities.  He wasn't going to try to escape either since he knew nothing of this world beyond the little he remembered seeing on his way past the front door.<br/><br/>Even so, he did file away the man's message, unsure if he too was lying out of his ass or if he was telling the truth.  He'd give it a while, but he doubted there was any chance of ever being redeemed now.  Still, if there truly was a way out of Hell, Adam would try to take it.  For now, he wanted to learn more about the mess he had foolishly made for himself as well as Hell in general, always having a fascination with things like this in fantasy oriented books and stuff.  Regardless, when the groomers came in, Adam stood perfectly still as a statue as the dirt and grime was expertly cleaned off of his body even though he could have just thought it away in a sense, but he was still learning control of his new powers.  So instead, he simply enjoyed the touch of the female slaves' hands all over his flesh as they then applied a light sheen of oil to his demonic skin after they were done cleaning him up before giving him armor that did little to hide his bulging muscles or offer any real protection save for his right arm for the most part.  Oh well, he'd make due.  "Well, when does the fun begin?"<br/><br/>http://thetorchonline.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/spartacus.jpg (http://thetorchonline.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/spartacus.jpg)<br/><br/>((There was nothing more perfect lol.))