<strong>"Now, that was fun, but rather boring",</strong>Sha'Kos was contemplating aloud. he knew other demons were watching, and this scene had reinforced his fearsome image to them. It was as close to impossible as one could get to kill a White Lighter, even to the pruposefully designed Dark Lighters. In fact, Dark Lighters seldom managed to kill one of the Angels. However, their presence at sensitive demon gathering prevented the White ones to go there, too scared to be hunted. So, they were more like guards than hunters.<br/><br/>The Demon Lord, elated after the succesful day, decided to reward himself again, and to make preparation for the next day at the same time. In his human form, he had sex several times with his female prisoner. Sometimes so rough and wild, she cried out in agony. Other times, so soft and gentle, yet passionate, she started begging him for the sexual release,m which he never granted her, to her own disgust. He continued for hours, sometimes taking a break to recover, but using the opportunity to whip her, to beat her, to kick her. In the end, her body was covered in bruises and cuts, deep, bleeding, agonizing lashes on her back and legs, all rubbed raw with salt, one arm broken, as was the wrist of her other arm. She was trembling and weeping, exhausted, but unable to escape. She was begging for death now.<br/><br/><strong>"Don't worry, my dear</strong>", the evil demon purred in her ear, as a claw caressed her unblemished face, besides the tear marks and bloodshot eyes,<strong>"Death will be upon you, soon enough."</strong><br/><br/>And his words came true. Just before Daybreak, he shimmered the two of them to the surface, to the front yard of the James Manor. He could feel the protection increased on their house, but not outside of it. They were truly scared of him and he liked it. He could taste the mourning from the neighbouring house, where he had killed the girl. He could also taste the grief, the rage, the hatred in the Witches Lair. Wonderful.<br/><br/>Under the cover of the dark night, reinforced by his shadows, Sha'kos strolled up to their front door. Cassie, now gagged, but untied, was lifted and spread out over their front door, naked, bleeding, and in pain. He put her in the shape of a cross, her legs together, her arms spread wide, before he nailed her to the door, with cursed Athames. They were cursed in a specific way, relics from ages long ago. If even one of them was removed from her boy, they would dissolve, all four of them (one thorugh each palm of her hands, one through each foot) and her heart would stop beating immediately... She would die by the hands of whoever tried to free her.<br/><br/>Sha'Kos shimmered away, but made sure he kept his eyes on the scene through a nearby shadow, even as the sun starte rising, and many alarm clocks reminded people to wake up and prepare for a new day...<br/><br/><br/><br/>