"Not everyone's capable of handling the truth," Raphael tsked, watching Onyx hungrily. He could see, hear, and smell every indicator of arousal building within the slave and that was delicious in itself for the incubus ghoul. His eyes roamed deliberately over the trussed up, struggling, levitating thing before him, Raph's tongue dragging over his bottom lip. "Admit that you're enjoying this and I'll remove them." And immediately replacing those astral tendrils with something else.
The levels of delusion the ghoul lived in was astonishing at best, but the thunderbird had to be the brunt of them. His options had dwindled down to doing what the ghoul wanted him to do or hang there in front of everyone else. He doubted heavily he'd just let him go, that there wasn't an alternative waiting for him on the otherside. If looks could kill his would have done Raphael over and over again. "Fuck, fine, I'm enjoying this now remove them" He could barely contain the anger he felt it had nowhere to go but to build up further inside him.











