When her low whisper fell to his ears he wanted to argue. Nothing could come before her. He wanted to say that but rather bit his tongue and let his personal opinions lay. Her kiss spoke volumes about what she wanted. Her entire body wanted a reassurance that only he could give her at this time and he definitely wanted to give her that protection. His own body wishing for the same thing but not just yet. After the kiss Lydia rested her head against his chest. He felt her nod her head in acknowledgement as he fumed about what he would do to the sorry wretch that tried to touch her. A fire in his heart burned as the past events unfolded before him. All his anger at his father for what he did to his mother. His brothers and sisters and their constant berating and torturing of him. Even his first encounter with Jezebel. Each painful memory and each fleeting emotion of rage and dissent boiled with in him. He would take his time with this cur. He would put off his departure to personally make sure the little demon servant begged to be allowed to die.

It wouldn't be the first time he has had to punish his servants for disobeying him. Though before this time it had always been over something petty like one of his servants stealing food meant for his guests or the like. Even if he punished them, he liked to consider himself decent compared to some other demon lords or their sons and daughters. Some of them have the servants torture themselves for their amusement. The thought brought him back to a memory when he was taken by his father to visit one of the Demon kings adviser's. There the advisers daughter took a liking to him and they got along rather well, at least until she had him in her room. Then she had a servant come in and start to flay his own skin. She laughed and giggled like a child ripping off the wings of a butterfly. It was far from innocent but she knew what she was doing. That is just one example. Several other instances came to his mind. 

He was lost in thought but when Lydia said 'thank you' it drew him out of his reverie of his past and made him focus on her once more. His emotions more stable now he locked his eyes with her and nodded silently at her request before leaning down and kissing her fiercely. He traced a finger up the small of her back as his other hand slipped under the tunic to cup her ass. " I think I liked you better in the towel though." He said with a smile as he withdrew from the kiss. " The door is locked and my fullest attention is on you." 

Elsewhere in the manor, Ragna's obsidian knights tore through the building. Every building, every room, and every possible place to hide was over turned. Luckily any servant bound to Ragna wasn't allowed to leave the manor grounds unless given permission by him or someone he gave the power to. So it wasn't long that that servant with the bleeding face wound was found. He was trying to remain hidden in the horse stables until the wound had healed and had hoped that he had more time. Then twin gauntlets wrapped around his shoulders in a vice like grip and hauled him from the corner that he was resting in. " By order of Ragnarok, our master, you are to be detained in the dungeon and await our masters punishment for your sin of not only leaving your station of work as assigned, but by your disobedience of his orders. " The two knights spoke in unison with the same low, monotone voice. The servant tried to struggle free and instead of gaining any ground he felt a fist knock the wind from his stomach and possibly break a few bones. Falling limp he was taken from the stables to a part of the manor that hadn't seen use in quite a while.