A slave... that is what he was, the lowest ranking scum of hell. Other than belonging to one of the most powerful and ancient demon lords, Mithias was nothing. He was to be used, commanded, even sold if his master saw fit. Such was the culture of the demonic and evil. Completely warped and remade, Mithias felt nothing now but a burning desire to serve his master, and he had sent him here. 

His new, innate senses told him that, despite her guise, this female was one of them. She radiated the essence of Satan, lord of all. Mithias flexed his claws, knowing she was far stronger than he. The shadows rose up and dissipated like smoke around him. Brief details of a human-like form were revealed beneath them. 

"Yield to her." The deep voice of his lord rumbled in his mind, and Mithias complied. Bowing his head, he knelt down, the chains on his wrists clinging against the rocks on the ground. He did not know what was going on, but wit told him to keep silent until he could gather more information. Had Mina not commanded him, he would have attacked and likely died.