"Can you not see it? Surely you must feel it! The mortal realm renouncing their faith! It is only a matter of time. This plan was long in the making. No matter what demonic powers you think you can master, the angel will not hear your screams. You will have to choose… just like the others…they who no longer believe," Satan paced, waiting for my response.
"I know more than the others… truth that has been tainted… everything pure poisoned. I know Belial, Lucifer and Leviathan come for me."
My thoughts took hold, drawing me into a silent reverie. I knew of the ancients' prophesy.. that which would bring down the fall of both guardian and man. I no longer possessed the powers to see visions. I wielded new powers now- those over both angels and demons. My immortal demon blood mingled together with Rowan's half-demon blood was extremely rare… its what they wanted. I lost myself in thoughts of Dantalion… when I first saw him, he too, was broken. His fall from grace had cursed him to the altar bound in chains, yet never lost faith in me. But here, in Satan's lair, the fires of the first heaven worked strange powers over me. I could not hold onto our bond… his blood pulsed poison through me… every flash of Dantalion and Lilith conjured hatred in me, their original love bound for eternity. I could feel Rowan's half-demon blood forcing an uncontrollable animalistic hunger… sending me into a frenzy.
Satan loomed over me, watching my transformation… my becoming more like them.
"Do you know what fate waits for you and the others in the mortal realm? Everything you have seen thus far, this dominion, the brands burning hot into your flesh, your angel's betrayal… it is the way of the New Brotherhood. Bonds were meant to be broken…do not wait for he who can never love you back. Eighteen months you will serve the Southern Infernal Realm, though my brothers may claim you sooner."
Satan shot a knowing glance at my urge to feed, calling for his shades and shape-shifters to emerge behind the crimson flames.
"They can become anything you want them to be. Use them at your will, but never underestimate them," his scent of death lingered over me.
My body was on fire, the shadows of his infernal realm the place where my soul would welcome betrayal.
I cringed at the thought, remembering what Satan's shades and shape-shifters were capable of the last time I was prisoner of the Southern Realm. The powers of the mind… thoughts, illusions, possession of the body and spirit, were all weapons of choice here. There was no way of knowing what deep secrets would be used against Satan's prisoners. He played upon what tormented you most, his favorites being lust, torture, and of course death. That's what fed the souls of his realm. I had no intention of feeding them, but thoughts of using them to my advantage … that would be the key to my survival here, and could even reveal a way for me to harness my powers over demons.