Seeing no sense to continue the meeting any longer, you dismiss the demons in the room. You stay behind however, with your waning power causing you physical pain. Hell is rejecting you and as such, is not allowing you to stay here unharmed. You cry out as your muscles fail on you, body falling to the ground as the spasms continue. Your back cracks painfully, tugging you down lower into the floor. Cradling your body, all you can do is scream and pant as wave after wave of shocks jolt down you, your bones contorting against your will. 

It hurts. It won’t stop.

I don’t belong here. I need to leave. 

I…can’t breathe…

“$Master.” 

Suddenly, your body is being picked up and moved. The gentle hands holding you give you a brief reprieve from the onslaught, power filling through your veins. Only one demon would dare to lift you like this: Orobas. Your loyal servant who has been helping to save you ever since your condition first appeared. You take a long look at him, making sure to engrave his appearance in your mind. 

Long red hair tied up in neat ponytail trails along his back. His skin is a reddish brown and his eyes have a matching colour, if not a deeper red. His face is slim and sharp, but still carrying a gentle silhouette. He’s not a short man, standing around 6’3 and carrying himself stoically. But beneath that demeanour is a very caring man who would risk his life to save you. The only person in this wretched place you can trust, for he will never lie to you.

He carries you to your bedroom, where he gently lays you down on your bed. It brings some comfort that the floor didn’t offer, with the plush bedding comforting your back and the velvet sheets giving you something to grip on. Orobas climbs on the bed as well, removing his shoes and gloves. You know what he intends to do; to take away your pain, he must share his power in return. The way to do that however…involves physical contact.