An amulet of submission

The snap of the tiny fastener should have been inaudible, but instead it echoed in the stone room. Alyona, Samson, and Gray waited for something to happen. Just as their silent waiting was about to become awkward, the amulet around her neck began to glow. Alyona gasped, then fell silent. Her body relaxed, and her eyes drifted to the flame of the candle in front of her.

"Alyona?" Gray asked the angel.

His voice echoed, and no response was forthcoming. Gray cleared Samson's throat and tried again. Once more, there was no response.

Wary of a trap, but without a better option, Gray approached where the angel had been standing. The immortal spirit grew more confident as he approached. The beautiful woman in front of him was still languidly admiring the candle flame. Maybe... just maybe... Gray had accomplished what no demon had pulled off in many millennia.

"Alyona, sit down," Gray commanded through Samson's voice.

Slowly, but inevitably, the angel moved her flawless form into a seated position. Her legs splayed out, but her eyes never broke their focus on the flame.

Oh, fuck yes! Yes! I win, bitch!

"Back to your knees, angel slut," Gray ordered again.

Alyona obeyed again.

The sight of the submissive angel kneeling in front of him was extremely arousing to Samson, and he was itching to take her until Gray asserted control.

Not happening, fuckstick. I just conjured demonic magic and enslaved a servant of the big guy. I'm going to enjoy this my way.

Samson tried to remind the demon of their arrangement, but he couldn't speak. In fact, he couldn't do much of anything. As he silently panicked, Gray pondered what he wanted to do to the delicious morsel before them.