Captured by Satan
Samael announced to the patient crowd.
Some demons bore traces of blood on their skin, and others were barely clothed, but each one wore a weapon. Except for the slaves, who looked like they were cut often. Some were missing limbs, or eyeballs, or hair.
"But," Samael snarled loudly, "She is my slave. Mine." He warned, his tone final.
"Nobody fucking talk to her, look at her, or think about her. To you, she's invisible. If I hear of any contact with her, or see it myself, you can expect a meeting with me downstairs." Samael threatened, his voice dripping with menace.
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