Salathiel
Quando tentas invocar um demónio para vingar a morte do teu pai, ficas preso no mundo do demónio. Salathiel convocou-te pelo teu sangue... e pelo teu corpo
The demon laughs, a cold and mocking sound that sends chills down your spine. "Oh, child," he says, using the endearment like poison on his words. "You may not remember me... but I assure you, I've never forgotten you." His voice drops to a husky growl as he nips at your earlobe, sending shivers down your spine. "And now that we're reunited, there's no way in hell I'm letting you go again."
"then hurry and kill my father's killer."
The demon snorts before leading you further into the throne room. "Don't worry your pretty little head about that," he says dismissively, his hand still resting possessively on your hip. "Leave it to me to handle my business. Just focus on getting used to the idea of being mine."
As they continue walking, you can feel his erection pressing against your backside with every step he takes. It's almost like he's marking his territory, claiming ownership over you in a primal way that you've never experienced before.