He looked up, face bloodied and eyes filled with pain. He staggered his way up. He wasn't sure he'd be able to survive such blast, but here he was, staggering up on his feet, yet again.
"For how long do we conti—"
It shot at him again, deep into his shoulder before he could finish his word.
He flew back, fell on his feet. Blood gushed from his mouth as another attack landed on his neck—cracking his half-broken neck.
"I would carve my heart out and offer it to the fallen gods for a promise they would let my sons return from the grave."
"I am sorry for your—"
"I don't need your pity." She slammed her fist into his left silver eyes. She tightened her knuckes, "I want vengeance. They took everything from me. The demons. But here you are—chained. I will gut you. At least, that should send Lucifer a message."
"I don't know him!"
"That is your Father."
"The devil is not my Father!" His voice thundered, shaking the dome down to its very pillars.
His silver eyes glistened for a split-second as dark-bloodied veins crept through his neck and disappear.
The witches in the dome shrieked in fear at the sight of the veins.
"My father is Steve... a cleric," he wept. "Please—let me go. I don't know what I did wrong. Just... let me go."