The poison began to run through her blood. Cira felt as if her veins were burning. She writhed in pain, but still, she did not speak; she had endured similar pain when she drank angel's blood, so she would endure it, she would not tell them how to open the gates of Hades.
Cira laughed, a hoarse laugh that was barely audible, and said to him.
_ This pain is nothing, you won't get me to talk, I'll take the secret to the grave.
_ Pain is not what will make you talk, it's just an extra.
Dagon turned around, leaving Cira writhing in pain. Liona stayed watching her, seeming to enjoy seeing her suffer.
Cira, with the little strength she had, said to her.
_ Do you really think he'll let you live? These monsters only want to free their lord, once he gets what he wants, he'll kill you as well.
