While Samael walked away, leaving Noah to do all the work, his mind drifted to a memory of the past. A memory from a long time ago which held no importance, but still etched deep in his mind.
Samael grunted, wincing at the slightest movement the second he woke up. He looked around to see he was still in the dungeon, where he was tortured until he passed out.
"He surely gets creative every time," he mumbled through his gritted teeth while crawling to the wall to lean in. Samael had a hard time with his legs not listening to him, but he managed.
"Ah, goodness…" came out a relieved sigh as he leaned his back against the rough concrete wall.
"That will take a few days to heal."
Suddenly, a familiar voice reached his ear, making him look at the entrance. A frown instantly resurfaced on Samael's face the second he locked eyes with Alphonse.
