<em>Stay strong, dear,</em>the angel whispers, softly, soothingly.<em>There is always a chance. You came along to save me, after all... trust that someone will find and rescue you.</em><Pah, don't listen to her. You're stuck down here in the Abyss, and with a gift like yours, you're just going to find your way to be some demon lord's little pet, for the rest of your long life. How long do you live, again? Eight, nine centuries? Heh, you'll grow to--><em>Enough! I will tolerate your presence only because I cannot evict you, but I will not have you taunting her, and dashing her hopes, demon!</em><Awww, did I get your panties all in a bunch? Or are you just jealous because I got a chance to fuck the little elf we're riding in, and you didn't?> the succubus taunts, and Diadra can feel a brief, mental struggle in her mind, and almost picture the two of them, wrestling.