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Well, never again! Not the lower than dirt self-esteem and certainly not the lock-up

The demon continued its assault, and oh, how she despised the foul, horrid creature Demons bri qualities and couldn’t be reasoned with Couldn’t be satisfied or placated Insidious, each of thele purpose: cause as much pain and destruction as possible For their hosts For those their hosts loved

At first, she hadn’t even noticed the fiend’s presence Then, it had begun to whisper to her She’d foolishly listened, allowing her new conation Offense Envy More whispers had coer her e her a slave to the wiles of her greatest enemy In the afterotten lost

Focus Think The past didn’t matter Viola settled into the seat Inhale Exhale As awareness of the present situation returned, she took stock A small roo, blood-stained brickwork An array of torches hung on the walls, providing light without heat The frigid air was putrid and infused with the scent of rot

Froeon? The insult! An exquisite fe in pure luxury, nothing less

The only other occupants: her kidnappers, the speakers Two Fallen Ones ings Fors hadn’t rotted off, an act that would have stripped them of their immortality and all its boons How certain individuals retained their wings, she didn’t know But the rare feho did…changed

These two had undergone a transformation, and the result wasn’t pretty

They stood across the cell, near the bars, clad in only loose-fitting pants The tallest had leathery, crireen flesh speckled with onyx Both had too-pros with razor-sharp edges arched over broad shoulders Curling claws tipped their hands and feet

What did these males ith her? Other than the obvious, of course

Viola exaggerated a sigh “Listen, boys You’re not the firstto level up and win the oddess ever born Like every tiree to be your captive bride, bear your Fallen spawn, and h, you do have an almost delicious ht not be aet offended when I moan someone else’s name”

Cri look “I decline with every fiber ofI prefer my females to be…not you”