"It's you! The bastard defiling my daughter!" Came the deafening cries of Leto, tearing Altair off his feet by the throat as he awoke once more within the Second Layer of Hell, Irkalla. His soul pulled from his body before he knew what happened. Panic followed by dread came crashing into the Young Lord's mind as he felt his windpipes closing and his feet kicking back and forth, scrambling to get himself free.
"Lord Leto, please release my master's spawn. Wrath is one of his divinities, you know. "Aynaet de Asmodeus reminded Leto, grinning. She rose from her throne. The very one Altair once saw his Father upon.
"He defiled my daughter!"
"The boy is a virgin," Aynaet assured him, giggling to herself. "I can literally smell it on him. Now, release him. You've more to lose than your daughter's virginity if Altair is harmed."
Leto sneered. "You know you devils don't scare me." He said but still released the boy. "I've fought my share of Kings."
