"The fool... If he'd left when he could have-"
"We wouldn't have had any fun at all."
"True. But that doesn't make him any less of a fool."
"Agreed."
The flames of the black fire did little to light the ancient dungeon, but that was no matter. Not only had they the entire span of human history to adjust their sight, but the reddish hue of their own bodies added just enough brightness to help them see one another. One of them hopped from her perch and strolled over to the limp figure on the ground, Pulling his hair, she raised his head for her companion to see.
"So this is the one the Master wants so badly? I can't imagine why he insisted that we chain our prisoner so completely." She raised the eyelid of her captive, but there was no response. "This one didn't even put up a fight. He's useless now."
"Of course he didn't. We both took the form of human women; his kind is prohibited from harming that walking trash. And with his strength, even if he'd tried to hold back, he still would have done considerable damage. It was a risk he couldn't take."
She let go of the golden locks and let his face smash onto the floor.
"I can't believe he fell for it," she declared, rolling her eyes. She strutted back to her partner and effortlessly leapt back to her niche in the wall. "What a fool. I say we undo a few of his shackles and wake him. I'm in the mood to play."
"I wouldn't. The Master said-"
"But he looks absolutely delicious. That face, that body... and can you even imagine what his soul tastes like? I'm sure the Master wouldn't mind if we had just a small nibble."
"Don't even think it!" Finally, the other lithe figure came out of the shadows, her face betraying her anger and fear. "If the Master found out that we'd had our pleasures before he could take his, he would flay us alive and fling us into Judecca for such a betrayal! Even if he had any pangs of mercy, we would still be thrown into the second circle-"
"Alright, alright, fine," relented the companion, rolling her eyes. "What makes this prisoner so special anyway? Why does the Master care so much?"
"You obviously have not read his sacred annals."
"So I'm not a scholar..."
"This one is slated for torture and execution for continually thwarting our Master's plans, as well as committing great crimes against him," she began. She hopped down and knelt beside the body. Rolling him over, she took his head and put it in her lap, stroking his hair. With each caress, her nails sliced into his scalp. "This one is especially dangerous. It was he who dealt the most severe blow to our lord in the Great War. And what rankles the Master even further is that the humans know of it."
"But that's impossible! They're mortal! They didn't even exist when-"
"But it is possible. The enemy tells them all sorts of things, both in and out of time. And he told a poet of the Great War, instructing him to write it all down, to 'justify his ways to all mankind.'"
"Those cheats!"
"But that's beside the point. What this one did was humiliate the Master in front of the entire host, all the brethen. That bastard human wrote it like it was something heroic: 'Descending, and in half cut sheer, nor stayed,/ But with swift wheel reverse, deep entering sheared/All his right side'-"
"Stop! Stop it, I can't bear to hear how our lord suffered!" Enraged, she flew to her companion's side and began to kick the captive's torso, the claws of her toes tearing his flesh. "You! I hate you! If it hadn't been for you, my Master could have won the Great War! Because of you, he was the first to feel pain! I'll make you suffer for-"
A fierce grip on her foot forced her to stop, and she and her partner turned quickly, sensing a dark, familiar, and terrifying presence. They'd heard no footsteps, there was no opening of the dungeon door, and nothing had announced his coming. The dungeon began to glow a sickening crimson, and the one of the floor had to lean to the side and vomit, his spirit was that toxic. The one standing on a lone foot looked down and was horrified. Her quarry was indeed wide awake and had a hold on her that she could not loosen. However, he was not looking at her; as he pushed himself up on his elbow, his gaze was locked on the writhing shadows in the corner. A set of sharp teeth glistened red in a ferocious, ravenous grin, and the prisoner nodded.
"Lucifer."
"Michael..."
"We wouldn't have had any fun at all."
"True. But that doesn't make him any less of a fool."
"Agreed."
The flames of the black fire did little to light the ancient dungeon, but that was no matter. Not only had they the entire span of human history to adjust their sight, but the reddish hue of their own bodies added just enough brightness to help them see one another. One of them hopped from her perch and strolled over to the limp figure on the ground, Pulling his hair, she raised his head for her companion to see.
"So this is the one the Master wants so badly? I can't imagine why he insisted that we chain our prisoner so completely." She raised the eyelid of her captive, but there was no response. "This one didn't even put up a fight. He's useless now."
"Of course he didn't. We both took the form of human women; his kind is prohibited from harming that walking trash. And with his strength, even if he'd tried to hold back, he still would have done considerable damage. It was a risk he couldn't take."
She let go of the golden locks and let his face smash onto the floor.
"I can't believe he fell for it," she declared, rolling her eyes. She strutted back to her partner and effortlessly leapt back to her niche in the wall. "What a fool. I say we undo a few of his shackles and wake him. I'm in the mood to play."
"I wouldn't. The Master said-"
"But he looks absolutely delicious. That face, that body... and can you even imagine what his soul tastes like? I'm sure the Master wouldn't mind if we had just a small nibble."
"Don't even think it!" Finally, the other lithe figure came out of the shadows, her face betraying her anger and fear. "If the Master found out that we'd had our pleasures before he could take his, he would flay us alive and fling us into Judecca for such a betrayal! Even if he had any pangs of mercy, we would still be thrown into the second circle-"
"Alright, alright, fine," relented the companion, rolling her eyes. "What makes this prisoner so special anyway? Why does the Master care so much?"
"You obviously have not read his sacred annals."
"So I'm not a scholar..."
"This one is slated for torture and execution for continually thwarting our Master's plans, as well as committing great crimes against him," she began. She hopped down and knelt beside the body. Rolling him over, she took his head and put it in her lap, stroking his hair. With each caress, her nails sliced into his scalp. "This one is especially dangerous. It was he who dealt the most severe blow to our lord in the Great War. And what rankles the Master even further is that the humans know of it."
"But that's impossible! They're mortal! They didn't even exist when-"
"But it is possible. The enemy tells them all sorts of things, both in and out of time. And he told a poet of the Great War, instructing him to write it all down, to 'justify his ways to all mankind.'"
"Those cheats!"
"But that's beside the point. What this one did was humiliate the Master in front of the entire host, all the brethen. That bastard human wrote it like it was something heroic: 'Descending, and in half cut sheer, nor stayed,/ But with swift wheel reverse, deep entering sheared/All his right side'-"
"Stop! Stop it, I can't bear to hear how our lord suffered!" Enraged, she flew to her companion's side and began to kick the captive's torso, the claws of her toes tearing his flesh. "You! I hate you! If it hadn't been for you, my Master could have won the Great War! Because of you, he was the first to feel pain! I'll make you suffer for-"
A fierce grip on her foot forced her to stop, and she and her partner turned quickly, sensing a dark, familiar, and terrifying presence. They'd heard no footsteps, there was no opening of the dungeon door, and nothing had announced his coming. The dungeon began to glow a sickening crimson, and the one of the floor had to lean to the side and vomit, his spirit was that toxic. The one standing on a lone foot looked down and was horrified. Her quarry was indeed wide awake and had a hold on her that she could not loosen. However, he was not looking at her; as he pushed himself up on his elbow, his gaze was locked on the writhing shadows in the corner. A set of sharp teeth glistened red in a ferocious, ravenous grin, and the prisoner nodded.
"Lucifer."
"Michael..."
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