"Prisoner?" Devon said to Stan. "Whoever told you she was a prisoner? She is my guest. And even if she was a prisoner, she is my prisoner. You had no right putting your filthy hands on her." He said, speaking through tight clenched teeth, and his eyes blazing with rage.
"But my lord, I didn't think..." Stan started to say again, but Devon cut him off.
"No, you didn't think, Stan. That is the problem, you didn't use your head, you never really do." Devon said. Then he signalled to the other demon guards who had accompanied him into the room. "Take this fool away from my sight and lock him up until I decide what to do with him!" He instructed.
"My lord!" Stan cried in shock as two of the guards began to pick him up.
