The pangity pang pang pang, of one of control batons against the cellblock cut through the noise as the groomers  passed by on their way out. "Ashakiel!... hello?" he walked over to her cell, the large black hellhound never told them his name, names have power best not overheard. looked down her body, then back up, then to the cell nearby containing the incubus yelling at her. "ahhh nice to meet a new guy, sold out?" he chuckled thinking back to a few other cases. "wound up an incubus huh?" he loved messing with and helping newcomers. He leaned in wrapping his hands around the bars, he was Adam's match muscle for muscle and physical pound for pound. "Bet your guts are churning up right now, have to get your cock's into everything, gotta have one in you, on you, and as many as possable inside someone else." the hound's glowing eyes and lumicent hair radiated softly in the darkness of the dungeon. He seemed almost graceful he felt pity for this creature, far  more than for the blood and conquest obsessed royal he was to deliver the message to.<br/>"I'll give you a freebee, like I do all the fresh faces I meet... no matter how much you satisfy those urges, it's a bottomless pit as long as you're down here."<br/>He reached his large hand through the bars and pulled him against the cell wispering in the adam's ear. His voice almost soothing "the princes are liars, even to themselves. here is your tip "as angels can fall, so demons can rise." With that he turned, reassuming his guise of primal messanger.<br/>"oh and as for your message... from "a rival""<br/>She was still ranting to herself when he flipped his finger and spun her around speaking in the exact recording of the sender, moving as she moved all slinky and sexy. "as long as your in the cage, I can do as I please, if I wanted to force you to such things, and use the messanger as the medium." he flicked his finger, holding the command baton in one hand forcing her to her knees, mouth open, mere inchs from his bulging leather crotch through the bars. "now I have a barony riding on your match, so get killed. If you dissapoint I will send him back with a message that will have your ass sore for months." with that he switched the baton off, and let her go. standing back and relaxing, shaking off her rival's aura. He could close the link any time, one of the perks of sending a primal, he could let the sender control his flesh temperorarily<br/>"normally I would ask if you wanted to send a return message. but you have nothing I would accept as payment, have a nice day, and please don't die. I look forward to dilivering her response."<br/>with that he turned and began walkint towards the exit, maybe he'd hit the bath, maybe diliver a mass concuit message, those were always fun.