One point to the demon

"Feels nice, doesn't it," Gray continued gloating through Samson's voice, "I'll bet they don't even let you angels near the seven deadly sins. It's a shame; you'd probably be more formidable challenges if they did. Still, weaponized lust isn't for the feint of heart."

Alyona could only grunt in response, as she was too busy pulling away the thin strips of cloth which covered her breasts. Once they were freed, she fondled them. Her face relaxed and Samson could hear a very faint moan. It somehow communicated the same sense of animal lust he had experienced just seconds earlier.

"No!"

The yell startled Samson and Gray alike.

"I am not such an easy target as you think, demon," Alyona said, her commanding voice beginning to return.

She put her hands to her head and began staring at the large candle in front of her. The temperature in the massive room began to drop, and Samson would have sworn he felt a breeze start to circle around Alyona.

Fuck, time for plan B.

Samson couldn't tell who was in control of his legs as they ran. There were dozens of doorways leading out of the main room, but there were no signs. It wasn't clear if Gray had a plan or if they were just blindly sprinting through the maze of stone and candles.

"You cannot run away, demon. The Light shines in the darkness and I am its torch bearer," Alyona's voice boomed through the hallways, seeming to come from everywhere at once.

She's right. We're in her world now. This might be the end of the line, shitface. She'll hunt us down and rip us apart. Unless...

Samson heard footsteps behind them. He felt a surge course through his body for the second time.