Fear instantly gripped you seeing your rival, you knew Apollyon would waste no time making your situation an all new level of Hell. You scrambled to get away, but in your haste, you tripped over your feet. You looked up seeing the shadow of his shoe loom over you, "Wait!!" you screech.
Surely by miracle, Apollyon did stop mid-step. He pulled his foot back and saw you. His eyes immediately lit up with malicious intent, "Well, well, well... look at that. A tiny Astarte beneath my feet where I knew he belonged," he smirked, "what happened to you, tiny? You look like a little toy. I guess I REALLY mean it when I call you little angel, hmm?" he mocked.
Your face flushed in anger and embarrassment, "I don't have time for your foolish games, Apollyon," you insisted, "I need help. I need to get to Lord Lucifer."
"Well how unfortunate that you were found by me," he snickered. As you were stumbling up to your feet, he scooped you up into his hand, smirking.
"I think I'll take good advantage of your new pathetic size..."
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