<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Seng (https://drive.google.com/file/d/1jQqrfpJ7M9w7Ozbv2JNHBr13CHtlwjzR/view?usp=sharing)</span><br/><br/>Seng stepped through the portal and stopped just two steps behind his Mistress to her right. He crossed his hands in front of his chest, careful to put the palm of his right hand down atop his left forearm. In Hell, the natural discoloration of his flesh that so closely resembled Asmodeus' unholy symbol had been seen as a mark of favor. And aside from any damage his hand received during training, none of his punishments involved that hand. But it had been drilled into his brain that here in this place, it could doom them all. So he would wrap his hands in the customary wraps of a battle monk to hide it unless it was necessary to use in battle.<br/><br/>As she turned to him, he looked down at her, only to nod as he looked around and took it all in. If she hadn't told him it was Lakevale, he'd have marked it up as just another village burned and destroyed by the Church of the 'Light'. He still heard the screams of his late wife as she was beaten and raped repeatedly by the Inquisition before they cut her stomach open and removed their child from her womb with a knife's blade. It had been several years since that time. Aside from his devotion to Asmodeus, Ira was the third most important thing in his life. Revenge, his faith in Asmodeus, and serving Ira. That was the order of his life.<br/><br/>Thankfully for him, her need for revenge was just as important. So their goals aligned as such. Her brand on his nutsack was a constant reminder of the fact that he served her. But then again, so was the fact that she kept him more or less sexually sated daily. But there was always a strong edge of pain to that release. Ira<em>always</em>hurt him. And she tried to keep it from becoming the same form of pain every time. But she always saw that he had orgasms. Just this morning she had stroked him off and sucked on his cock, then just as he was about to cum had punched him in the nuts repeatedly. The tidal wave of mixed sensations had been enough to render him nearly unconscious. The heightened sensation of orgasm combined with the agony of having his nuts punched... it was almost euphoric.<br/><br/>"Of course, Mistress." said Seng quietly.<br/><br/>Seng knew he would stand out anywhere. His 'divinely' inspired ancestry had long since left it's mark on him. But because that divinity was from Asmodeus, it showed in the form of a birthmark and a monstrous shadow that he cast. It was one reason why he had been trained to work with others to hide it in public as best he could to avoid drawing the attention of the Inquisition.