The sight of Luxior's naked body greatly aroused Abduxuel. Despite,  or even because of his scars. Abduxuel wanted one of those scars to be one he gave the angel. More than that Abduxuel wanted to scar Luxior's mind and soul. It was at least amusing to see the nonstandard "goodness" of this particular angel. As a learned scholar of religion Abduxuel was very familiar with the seven sins and their opposing virtues. Clearly Compassion was not one Luxior fully embraced. Angels were frequently guilty of the sin of pride but he avoided that as well. Diligence, the opposite of sloth, seemed like one of Luxior's stronget virtues.<br/><br/>Luxior's comment about his "bull udder" and all the milk that comes from it intrigued Abduxuel and Jerion. The voice in Luxior's head was the most interested in testing it. "We want ten liters of your milk as soon as you have a moment where the mistress doesn't need you."<br/><br/>Jerion communicated Luxior's thoughts to Abduxuel. Abduxuel nestled back against the angel, head against pecs and back against cock. "If you avoided dangerous situations you could potentially live forever, yet you embrace and glamorize your own death. You care not that it will come, you just want it to mean something. That's a striking difference to me. I indend not to die, but If I do I want to have proven myself enough to Lolth that my soul will reap rewards. By nature you don't have a separate soul. No reward awaits you in death, just oblivion. Your essense will be absorbed back into your home."<br/><br/>Abduxuel didn't expect to change Luxior's mind on anything. The First Daughter was just stroking his ego but it also would help the repior with the bound Angel if Luxior understood him more. He couldn't allow himself to be forgotten by him, ever.<br/><br/>Aergrim finally arrived. Luckily The First Daughter had been enjoying his time while he waited. He would have been very cross otherwise. "Yes, Aergrim, I need one hundred children prepared for sacrifice, not counting the one I just dismissed. I want us to invest in training him and two other promising nice looking male slave children. That way one of them will turn out useful to me eventually."<br/><br/>Abduxuel stood up, grabbed Luxior by the roots of his hair and walked toward the house mage and slavemaster. "I was impressed with what you had done with my mother's slaves. I'm sure the best work takes time, but is there any thing you have to give some quick enhancements to this beast here?" Abduxuel said, releasing his grip on the giant angel and softly stroking Luxiors's hair with his fingers.<br/><br/>"This cut of meat here said something about our city being destined to fall. You wouldn't happen to have heard anything about that, would you?" Abduxuel asked Aergrim. Luxior could have been lying but Abduxuel's theory was The Planetar meant something more ambiguous and far in the future. After all few places were meant to last forever. He couldn't completely dismiss that it could be true and close. It would explain a few things about why The Matron Mother's behavior. "I believe you and Matron Arissa have some personal secrets. That doesn't concern me. Just don't keep anything important from me. It would make me very . . .uncharitable."<br/><br/>"Not that im taking an angels word at face value. So are there any elixirs or quick treatments to enhance it's body for service to me. It's ass isn't as hungry as it should be either." Abduxuel said with a sardonic smile. "I also need the materials to make a saddle that will let me ride it easily. I can assemble it if we have the materials. I want one of the bridles to attach to it's genitals. You know, the kind that crimp the beasts testicles for better steering control?"<br/><br/>Abduxuel just gave Aergrim quite the list of requests that started with sacrificing one hundred slave children. Preferably ugly ones.