"Just a chew toy, my little puppy. I'm afraid I've already had a bit of a go at it, but you'll understand. I was quite angry." Understandably so, Lazar felt. He clapped his hands twice in rapid succession and one of the guards dragged him inside.

The younger brother. The one with demon blood. Lucifer's vessel. Samuel Tenaz, currently unconscious. Probably because of the head wound that had matted some of his thick hair to the side of his head with blood. He had obviously received quite the beating, which wasn't surprising. Lazar had a temper.

"Leave him," he told the guard, who dropped the human rather unceremoniously and then left again.