This was hell after all... Why wouldn't this be possible?
This person was not even a mere demon, he was a prince of hell, so it was highly possible without doubt... But,
Val's eyes slowly lifted to the portrait again, feeling the rising goosebumps as his eyes stayed there.
What would a prince of hell want from a mere slave demon like himself?
So does this mean that...
He was a slave to lust?
"Have you even learned about the Dignified Lustries?"
Zenov's words immediately interrupted his thoughts, causing him to turn instantly, cocking his neck.
"I-I've heard about them from cell mates". He managed, furrowing to his sudden change in attitude. Why was he responding as though he was talking to his superior?
"Hmm... So you haven't been schooled too". Zenov nodded slowly, strolling before Val and the portrait before him to the left side of the hallway where a large door resided.
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