The sizzle of flash as yet another strike from an angelic whip falls fills the small room, but the body beneath the blow does not move. There is a faint clink as yet another blow causes his body to move forward with the force of it. The manacles around his wrists cut in deep as he's force to just let his weight rest on them, unable to get his feet under him any more this session. The chains running from the walls to the manacles keep his arms stretched out wide, the position making his chest back and shoulders burn with the weight of his ever thinning body. Once more the interrogator steps forward, lifting his face forcibly so he can look down into the prisoner's face. He keeps his eyes blank, knowing that he doesn't have the strength to fight back today, and as long as they think that he's done for they will let him go back to his cell to suffer alone.

The interrogator, a tall angel with broad shoulder, bright blond hair, and a form fitting set of leather and plate armor sneers down at him with contempt. His neck burns from being held in this position for so long, his neck beginning to cramp, but he's long since learned that spitting into this guy's face is a bad idea. Finally his head is thrown aside with disgust and a tearing pain rips through his muscles as the motion causes him to sink lower against the chains. “Contemptible fool. If he would just tell us what they are planning we wouldn't have to do this.” The blond angel walks over to the corner of the room, turning so he's facing the room proper. “If he would just talk, he could be released from the pain and die a peaceful death.”

A choked laugh finds it's way out of the demon's throat against his will. The angels in the room tense, and he knows there's no going back now. “Easy for you to say you demons in angel skins.” he choked out, managing to raise his head just high enough to look at the blond angel, now standing with his hands clenched at his sides. “You really are some of the stupid ones, aren't you? Did you totally forget the 'know your enemy' class in rainbow butt school?” While he knows he's not wrong in that dying is worse than this torture, a small part of him egrets speaking up when the angel proceeds to “teach him a lesson” leaving his body little more that scrap meat. He manages to stay awake long enough for him to finish but when at last his arms are released and he falls to the ground with a loud thud his senses escape him and Kuro lets the bliss of temporary oblivion take him.

“I wonder what he did to deserve that.”

“Did he need to do something? I think that with what he is, he deserves this every time.”

“You really are cold for an angel y'know?”

Are you saying you think I'm wrong?”

“No, but I'm not gonna actually say something like that.”

“Wimp”

Kuro wakes some time later to the sound of his usual guards chatting back and forth and with a sigh he relaxes into the cold floor of his cell. [i]'I wonder if all the floors in heaven are cold like this. In hell, there are warm floors and cold floors. Floors are good'[/i] His thoughts are a little lost as the pain from his injuries make it hard to think. 

“Oh, did you hear?” The slightly rough voice of a battle scarred angel, his guard with red hair, inquires. “The medical staff refuse to treat him. Mateius went to each of the higher leveled ones for his treatments but they said without an order from god they have absolutely no obligation to treat such a dangerous creature.”

Another voice laughs. This one belongs to his other guard, the one with short green hair, the one who thinks Kuro would be better off in a meat grinder than polluting his precious holy land with his presence. “Ah, I don't blame them. I wonder if it's gonna take that to get anyone to see this piece of crap.” Kuro is careful to stay still as he hears the angel move, most likely looking into his cell. 

Suddenly a messenger shows up and the two angels listen close as the terrified creature whispers his message before darting off back down the hall at top speed. “Well, I guess he's in luck for today at least. Isn't that the little guy who's always trying to overstep his bounds?” asks the red head. Kuro does not see the green haired angels nod in reply but a few seconds later he hears them both move off down the hall. 

As soon as he's sure they are out of sight of his cell, the youngest son of Satan shifts ever so slightly, trying to get into a more comfortable position. [i]'Wow, treatment. I wonder what kind of sadist they got to do that job. Maybe it'll use the burning method, sealing my wounds with fire. . .Nah, if it really is an angel medic I'll be lucky if it even makes it halfway into my cell before bolting. Those guys have a strong self preservation sense or so I've been told'[/i] He lets out a sigh, settling on his side, bust still mostly facing downwards with one knee bent against the cool stone and the other strait out, toes pointed. There's not much else he can do while he waits, the small cell never providing much amusement even on a good day, but with his body in such rough shape he can't even get himself to sit up without incentive.

The silence stretches on, those quite days on earth in those many libraries seeming like a distant dream as the oppressing lack of sound presses in around him. A part of him even misses the sounds of his guards being complete assholes just outside his cell is preferable to just how quiet the prison can be with no one around. Finally the silence is broken, his body twitching at the sudden sound of the door far in the distance opening. Despite the complete lack of a need for prison cells, Kuro was amazed the first time he was dragged through the prison wing to his cell right at the end by the shear number of little white rooms. Since his being imprisoned he has as of yet to see a single other prisoner, but he supposes that he could have a lot to do with that. If there really were others incarcerated, he supposes they may have been moved upon his arrival to keep them apart. [i]'Don't want me corrupting their poor little souls'[/i] he mused that first day. However now he doesn't spare it a thought.

The sound of feet padding closer to his cell seems to relax him, the noise more than enough to sooth his fraying nerves. [i]'Way to go guys, you made the prisoner feel better. Now if only they would feed me'[/i] Demons don't really need to eat food, souls being their main source of energy, however with the absence of such normal human food is enough to tide a demon over for quite a long time. Kuro himself mostly lives off of human food, his should consumption far lower than any other demon in recorded history, but he'd been studying ancient texts for days before he was captured, having eaten no more than a few glasses of water, and a mushroom he found growing in the corner of the tomb he'd eaten only out of curiosity. 

The footsteps stop outside his prison cell and he can hear the green haired guard warning the third set of footsteps to be careful. [i]'Oh, c'mon now. We don't need him fleeing before even stepping into the cell!'[/i] He groans inwardly as the cell door slides open, and the sound of quiet footsteps make it clear that the being entering is rather small. [i]'Great, it's a mouse. I wonder if it's afraid of blood too!'[/i] He ready to bark, or at least try to, to send the little being skittering from the room, but then something happens that stops him cold. His fingers flex on the cold floor, his muscles tensing just enough for him to turn his head ever so slightly. The motion causes his hair to fall to the side a bit, one eye now able to focus on the new angel. [i]'It spoke to me'[/i] 

Despite the squeaky nature of the sound Kuro is amazed that such an obviously weak, slender little thing managed to address him directly. His gaze wanders around, taking in every aspect of the angel he can from his vantage point on the floor of the cell and with only one eye. Unlike most of the other angels he's seen, this one seems to like showing off his legs, the short tunic giving Kuro an excellent view of well toned calves and thighs. [i]'I wonder if it's medic thing'[/i] he muses looking at the blue cloth around it's waist. He's never seen one himself before, so he doesn't really have any reference to go off of for his observations. He follows up past the waist to a white box clutched tightly in his hands, [i]'Medical supplies I guess'[/i] to the angel's face. Fare skin seems to cradle a set of large deep blue eyes that are right now open even wider than normal, the touch of fear evident even from his place on the floor. 

His eyes move up past that frightened stare to the small perfectly kept mop of hair atop the angel's head. Kuro can feel himself smirking, and as usual he finds his rebellious tongue forming around a smart ass comment. “I was right, they did send me a mouse. Well, at least they sent me something cuter than ugly and uglier over there.” He can feel his body tense as the green haired angel pushes his way into the cell and before his companion can stop him lands a harsh kick to Kuro's gut. As usual the act of violence does not cause the demon to cry out but all the air does leave his longs, spraying the ground with a fair amount of blood and rolls him further on to his side. The blood was from small cuts in his mouth he's gotten from the last interrogation session when particular strikes snapped his jaws together. The blood had almost congealed in there but as he rolls on to his side he rolls his tongue around his mouth before spitting out as much as he can in the direction of the now restrained angel. The motion of his body after the strike had opened up a few wounds that had begin to heal and Kuro can feel more of his blood seeping out of his body, seemingly intent on joining the stuff already on the floor. His gaze shifts from the angered angel to the medic and he feels another smile spreading his lips as he once again takes in the sight of the mouse in angel's clothing.