Jelenis went glassy eyed with shocked as the iron rod touch his skin and burned him, he couldn't even scream in pain. The whip was bad enough, the rod was worse, never had he felt such pain before, how could Sabre do this to him?
Outside the other two demons fell back, both feeling Jelenis' pain and unable to protect him, how had Sabre managed to prevent them from saving the boy, the only explanation was he had broken the Protectorate Demand somehow or managed to find a permanent way round it.
Sabre watched impassively from where he stood his hand resting lightly on the girl's shoulder, he felt it too, the pain, but he was a Demon, the pain meant nothing to him. He looked down to the girl and smiled briefly whispering into her ear.
"Wouldn't you like to whip him a little....to know what it feels like to be the punisher rather than the punished my little honey flower?"
He looked over to Lord Hernon.
"Do not mark him with an iron further....the whip will suffice I think, he had plenty more body other than his back that can take it....put ointment on that burn, I don't want him to get infected anyway."
He was surprised that the boy's blood had not kicked in to preserve him yet...must be more human in there than his father realised.
"May be Flori might like to give him a few strikes...for scaring her and for hurting me.....would you like that Flori hmm mm.....would you like to punish Jelenis for doing those things?"