Ashakiel at Aldora's mansion in Hell.<br/><br/>Ashakiel never had a chance to respond to Sarathiel.  Whatever quip she was going to make died on her lips as she was taken from her cage.  She was thrown into a carriage with Herja and she had ridden in silence.  She pondered her predicament.<em>from one cage to another.  What difference would it make.</em>Her thoughts broiled and she sat stiffly.  Even when the scenery changed, she didn't let the beauty affect her.  Flung from the carriage, the ground biting into her knees.  She rose, hatred in her eyes as she took in the woman who they would call Master....for now.<br/><br/>To Ashakiel, she seemed soft in her feathery cloak.  Beautiful and cold and definitely demonic as a serpents tongue flicked between pretty lips.  Ashakiel fought not to grimace.  From the way the woman spoke, she knew she was not going to have an easy time of it.  If she could have flown away, she would have done so, but the collar around her neck kept her wings from fully manifesting.  She snorted in response.<br/><br/>The moment they were dismissed so easily, she lost it.  But hands were upon her and binding her securely.  "Don't turn your back on me!  I am Ashakiel!  Damn it, let go!," she yelled, struggling wildly.  She was a noble of Hell.  To be treated like chattel was really pissing her off.  Nothing she said or did made them let up but she did not calm until she was thrown into her cell.<br/><br/>She kicked the wall and a portion crumbled.  She bounced back, hopping because it hurt.  Mostly it was her pride that was hurt.  The last days or so of her life had become one big humiliation.  She sat on what passed for a bed and screamed her frustration.  Finally spent, she moved to the the bars and looked out to see Herja.  "I don't suppose you have a plan?"