One to Barely Hold

Samael's eyes burned red.  He remembered my attacker, though now, I wasn't sure which demon to be afraid of.  “She is not for experimentation,” he snapped

Chuckles cocked his head in annoyance.  “We're men of poison,” he said drily, his eight legs stabbing the floor.  “What is a mortal to you?”

“Selfish, Chuckles.”

“I haven't fed in weeks,” Chuckles snarled.  With the coloring of Harlequin- vicious black and red- he leapt onto the ceiling.  Lines of red eyes snapped open on his brow.  Planted above me, he lunged downwards, claws extended.  I shrieked.  Samael's tail sealed shut before the demon snatched me up.  I heard the hiss of burning flesh.

“Your infernal blood,” Chuckles cursed.  There was an acid sizzling.  He sucked at the air.  Bile rose in my throat as the tail pressed against me, muscles rippling, smooth and w