Beleth was completely drianed of all of his strength. He lay their on the cold stone slab as his guard slowly devoured every inch of him. Her strength overpowered his own. Ions ago, he had sworn off prayer. Why pray to a being who was so cruel and unbending?
He only prayed for the downfall of the heavens and the rule of hell over all dominions. Now. Now he prayed for release. When he had first arrived to Tartatrus he was so sure of himself and the demon strength he was known for. Escape attempt aftre escape attempt.
The grotesque scenarios they replayed about his beloved. It was all doing its part to slowly drive him mad. The succubus gaurd was too much. His will power was gone. Every time she slid her evil slit onto his rod he could feel the betrayal like tiny needles on his prick.
