Genevieve laughed softly, "I'm not demonic, darling demon. I'm merely an angel that doesn't take no for an answer." She tried to hide the sting that his words gave her. She had never done torture for the reason that she didn't want to be demon like at all. She was never one to enjoy another's pain. So she simply ignored this and knelt down beside him, "So tell me, Damien. Where is the relic? I will go get more Holy water. Maybe this time I'll inject twice as much into your system. It hurts doesn't it?" 

She stood and walked back to the lab table to get another syringe and to get more holy water. She returned to where the demon sat and smiled. "So. Have you changed your mind? Complying with me will be the simplest way to stop the pain. I'll inject more and more of this water into your veins. All the way until you can't think anymore. Don't underestimate me."