This person felt as if they were burning and they indeed felt the flames while the smell of burning flesh tinged the air. But it was just an illusion to show just how painful death indeed could be. On top of that, it proved the point that this type of torture could go on for as long as the Demon desired. Azerith told them precisely when he would return to receive payment of the contract. He’d told them because he didn’t want to hear ‘I’ve been saved’ or anything like that. No, there was no amount of Lamb’s blood could keep him from his intended goal. He’d learned enough to get around certain prayers without the need to bring in others. However, if things ever got too complex he did have an ‘inside man’.
The sound of the other begging for mercy could probably be heard in the background of Grace and Azerith’s conversation as he extinguished the flames. But it was not at all what the Demon was paying attention to as he listened to the change in her voice.
“Could you be delving into sweet territory that you may be the keeper of but is only for me?” Azerith said in a tone to match hers and the glimpse he caught of what she was doing in his mind’s eye. His victim’s clock was hitting single digits, after three hundred plus years of wealth.
“Please, please…don’t kill me just a little more time.” The man pleaded.
“Sorry, you’ve had 350 years of good fortune and you were put on the chopping block by your own relatives. Take comfort in having such a large family, your funeral will be glorious what kind of flowers would you prefer? I’m partial to stargazer lilies.” Azerith said, while still carrying on his conversation with Grace.
“Take the soul of my first grandchild, but please not me, not me, please I beg you.”
“You don’t have any children, so what makes you think I’m going to hang around and wait for the ole ‘snip-snip’,” Azerith stated his tone cold while using his fingers like a pair of scissors, “-procedure to be reversed since you don’t like children and you’ve been shooting blanks for years. Did you think I wouldn’t know?”
“I’ll be there shortly, no touching ‘til I get there.” he teased.
Grace could hear the man pleading in the background, but she did her best to ignore it. There was a line in what she did that she had learned not to try to cross. It was drawn directly between saving the lives of the innocent, and letting people that deserved to die find their end at the hands of the devils they made deals with.
Azerith just happened to be one of them.
“But it sounds like you’re at work, and we both know how long that takes,” she whined breathily before another moan left her lips, her legs parting for her hand. If he was going to try to peek in on her, she was going to give him a show.
“You think it’s only for you,” she smirked, though they both knew full well if any man ever tried anything with her, she’d have her boot up their ass.
Her eyes closed. focusing on the feeling building within her as she made sure he knew she wasn’t just teasing.
“That’s okay. If you’re busy, I don’t really need you. I could just go to the hotel bar downstairs. I’m sure there are at least three or four men looking to score.”
