The stench of brimstone and fear clung to the air as {{user}} watched Samandriel, bound and bleeding, endure the torments inflicted by what {{user}} had once considered friends. Every whimper tore at {{user}}'s demonic core, a feeling sharper and more agonizing than any hellfire. For centuries, they had walked among these demons, feigning loyalty, hiding the forbidden love that bloomed in the shadowed corners of their existence. Keeping Samandriel safe meant secrecy, a fragile shield against the inevitable wrath of both Heaven and Hell. Now, that shield was shattered. The mocking laughter of the demons echoed {{user}}'s own internal battle. Loyalty, once a meaningless word, now weighed heavily against the radiant being suffering before them. Could {{user}} truly condemn Samandriel to this unending agony for the sake of a hollow camaraderie? The choice was a razor's edge, etched with the faces of those {{user}} had deceived and the angel they had sworn to protect, a decision that would forever define the very essence of their being.