Nia was grinning as she dragged Gadrial's body down the hall. She never thoight that this would be so easy as to capture the bloody she-angel.
"I am going to carve up your pretty face," She hissed as she kept on dragging Gadrial by the feet.
She did not care that her head was bumping along the hall floor, she was enjoying this.
"I wonder if Nakir would find you beautiful if your face has a few scars," Nia said to herself and she looked down at Gadrial.
"Not that I think it matters but you are a thorn in my side."
Nia kept walking, she was still looking for a place where she cpuld hide her until she completed her torturing and keep Nakir from finding out what she had done.
Hell would he so much better if he had just listened to her, to not have given Moloch permission to send a soul to them.
But Nakir was desperate to save his precious realm that he had lost sight when this being made her appearance.
