Mithias was grabbed by the chain on his collar and jerked into the group. He kept his head down, his stance cowering and meek, so as to not appear threatening and be attacked. Zaen's mockery meant nothing to the hlaf-demon slave. The only words that mattered were those of his master, and now the words of Mina. 

In the realm of Hell, Mina was well known, and quite sexy. Asmodai enjoyed spoiling her, intent on the chance to win her favor, and possibly create a spawn with her. It only made sense that he would share his toys with her, although he was sure to maintain the rights of posession. Once broken, his servents were fiercly loyal. Mina would be reminded of that if she came to enjoy the demonized vampire too much.

The group seemed to accept him, still clinging to their mortal sympathies for what appeared to be a pathetic fallen, but moreover, Mina accepted him. She had claimed him. Even the weakest servents could be quite useful, for many dealings in hell were carried out by subterfuge and manipulation. Mithias was very capable of that. Asmodai was lawful, as well as evil, and it could be expected his minions were trustworthy. Afterall, this was certainly some form of bribery. 

As the argument became more physical and heated between Mina and Zaen, Mithias consciously stilled himself. As much as he wanted to snatch the wrist that held a blade to Mina's neck and dig the points of his claws into it, he knew he was green. Mina was practically a goddess among the denizens of this realm. Keeping his head down, Mithias watched her to learn from her. 

Seth appeared and asked to join as well. Mithias was clearly a demonic looking form, but must have appeared tame enough for Seth not to run screaming. Mason began talking to the new soul. 

Mithias listened to the verbal warfare, his red eyes glowing coldly. 

"...people like you deserve death, that's why you were send here in the first place." Mina growled, about to lose her patience. Oh Mithias knew about the torture of repeated deaths in hell. Asmodai had taught him well, and he knew he deserved it, all of it. Yet, his suffering and undoing had not been without purpose. What Mithias was now was of far greater value, far more disciplined and honorable than the failure that was sent to hell so long ago. All of his weakness and pride had been brutally cut out by the flames and the lash. This was his destiny. 

Alas, Mithias did not need to kill anyone, torture any soul, or send any deserving spirit to his master. Mason intervened and took Mina's hand. Mithias followed behind them, smokey shadows wafting off his skin.