Damien c****d his head and regarded his prisoner. A pathetic weakling of a rogue who'd been caught by a patrol. His frame was skinny, his black hair greasy and matted, his eyes a bright red as the man glared at him. Damien sighed. Rogues were continuing to come and he wanted the real reason, because he hadn't forgotten the threat to Amara's safety.
"Let me go" the rogue spat out, and Damien slowly shook his head.
"I want information from you. Like what you were doing trying to sneak onto the ground and why there seems to suddenly be so many of you trying to do that lately."
"I will tell you nothing" the rogue growled and paled as Damien gave him a cocky grin, his eyes turning pitch black as Lucifer took over.
"Open the door", Lucifer ordered, and watched two men do as he'd demanded,
