Skylar had been brutalised beyond a human’s imagination. She had lived and breathed the air of Hell for decades before she had lived decades more on Earth. Whilst she was stronger and very much capable of breaking her binds, she was more interested in why she was being held by a group of humans.

They were whispering about her in the room next door and using her magic to read them, she could feel their heightened stress levels and chuckled as they hesitated even amongst themselves.

Someone much more powerful than their imagination could handle had ordered them to do this and she was sure it was an angel. She had bets on who, but leaned more towards the ones she’d had previous encounters with.

Whilst they were distracted, she stood and snapped the ropes from her wrists, pulled her blindfold loose and stepped over to the door with complete silence. Waiting for a good moment to surprise them, she slammed the double metal doors wide open with a grin.

“Good afternoon, boys. Mind telling me where Gadriel has gotten to now?”

The group of men were wide eyed in terror, bodies trembling.

“How do you know it was Gadriel who wanted you captured?”

Skylar scoffed, “because it always is.”