Blood trailed from the open wound of his stomach all the way down to the sides of his neck and on the dark concrete floors of the cell.
He has become used to the pain as four hundred and two hellish nails were nailed to every inch of his body. He was placed inverted inside the pentagram drawn with his blood on the walls, bound.
He presently looks dead while sighting him from afar, but the light feel of his slow breathing under her touch told her that he could endure what most demons in Hell run from. Being bound to a pentagram with the blood running through your veins with nails was the worst kind of punishment ever.
But there he hung with nothing and clothed with dirty, bloodied rags. He resembled a broken pendulum on the walls of the cells specially made for him.
Lilith lowered herself to the harsh grounds, watching him hang like this for many hellish years in nothing but indescribable pain. She sat there in tears staring at her beloved.
