Lapis's corporation was weak. She couldn't feel her knees and every step she was forced to take by the Duke Hastur made her break into a sweat and feel as though she would crumb to the Hellish floor. Not that it would do her any good. She would just get beaten down again. Worse. She remembered the fire on her skin and shivered. There were permanent burns to not only her corporation but her celestial form as well. She felt weak but no matter how many times these blasted demons attempted to break her corporation they could not break her spirit. She was an Ophanim angel under the archangel Micheal for God's sake. A few decades of torture and ridicule would not be enough to break her. Plus she knew that once the little scrabble over on Jupiter was over she would have her fellow angels breaking down the gates to save her.
Hastur shoved her against a wall and held her there with his right hand while he fumbled with a lock on an old rusted door. His filthy fingers were so deep within her pale skin she knew they would be leaving bruises. Once she heard the door's hinges protesting Hastur's shove she was roughly shoved to the floor of the large room. She tasted blood in her mouth but pushed herself up to turn her head towards Hastur. It didn't help she was stark naked. Another way the demons decided to prod and poke at her making her into some sort of life-sized doll to play with. It was humiliating but she never showed it and she wasn't about to now.
Hastur slammed the door shut and walked towards her. He roughly scooped her up and her corporation almost pasted out. She kept her eyes open and focused on the black stain eyes of her torturer. They were in some sort of place that would resemble the inside of an Earth volcano. The Hellfire here was thick and ran down the rocky walls of Hell like coarse firey rivers and pooled into pools of lava resembling firey lagoons and the place her and the sadistic demon stood was a rocky pathway of sorts. There was no point in looking up for she knew she would only see the depths of Hell and her morale would drop further than she cared to admit. The stench of sulfur was in the air here and it made Lapis want to squinch her nose but she resisted. Doing this would give the impression of discomfort and she was willing to sacrifice her sense of smell to disappoint Hastur even in the littlest ways possible.
"Listen up bitch! Today you start your training as a spy for our side."
Lapis couldn't help but snort. Really now. She was an Ophanim angel. Did he really think all he and the other demons put her through was enough to push her morals that far beneath what was expected of her?
"Foul fiend I would never betray my home for your sick twisted pleasure. How about you finish me off like the rest of the angels you took down here to torture and save yourself the embarrassment." She snorted back.
Hastur only smiled at this. It was a wicked smile with a hundred different meanings. The last time he smiled like that he had pulled out three of her corporation's teeth. It took everything in her not to scream in agony. She was a strong angel. She was not weak-minded in the slightest.
"You should be thanking me wank wings. I ought to kill you in the most brutal way right now. This I will agree with you on. However a fellow demon reminded me of how much having a demonic force immune to Holy Water was in our ever persistent war against Heaven."
"War with Heaven? You mean the one you lost because of your own arragonance and rebellious natures?"
Hastur was over in front of Lapis before she could count to ten. He got up in her face and when she attempted to to her face to the side to avoid being in the line fire of his foul sulfer filled breathe she was met with those disgusting fingers upon her chinforcing her to look into his cold dead eyes.
"Don't ever speak of our master in that way again." He said it lowly and calmly but with a persistent threat. Lapis would not let herself be intimidated though.
"Your master was cast out of Heaven by God along with the rest of you filth. I have discorporated thousands of your kind in the most brutal ways possible. My angelic sword is red with the blood of you fuckers and I guarantee you once Micheal and the others come to rescue me we will cut your corporation into more pieces than your sick twisted mind would have been able to count to."
Hastur only backed away and cackled.
"Yeah. Like that is ever going to happen."
"Oh course it will. My brothers and sisters are coming for me."
"Considering the fact they left you here after all this time I wouldn't be surprised if they had straight up forgotten about you."
"You know not what you speak of demon. Still your tongue."
"I will do no such thing you insufferable do gooder. You are in depths of Hell. You are in my world. My rules. Let's play a little game shall we?"
" I don't take orders from you. The only orders I heed are the ones from the Almighty and Her mouthpieces. You betrayed the chance at being that when you choose to fall."
"We will see about that."
With that, all the blood in her body felt as though someone had taken a match to it. She felt so sick one of her knees caved in and she felt her corporation falling to the floor before she felt her knee hit it. She quickly pressed a hand to steady herself on the hot tiles and felt Hastur yank her hair up to look into his disgusting dark eyes. Soulless. As Micheal had said all demons were. How she longed for her angelic blade to pierce through his chest and watch the life bleed from those disgusting eyes.
"You belong to me now bitch and see to it you don't forget it. Since today was not enough for you to see your own fucking foolishness of ignoring the heeding warnings of an actual duke of Hell. But then again you angels are all the same. I will have Dagon put you in the darkest pit for the next say ten years and then we shall see if you are willing to come to your senses and take me up on my offer."
"Bring it on asshole!" The pit terrified her but why should Hastur be aware of that.