The shining humanoid continued to exercise his strength over the female daemon specimen.
"Oh…oh, someone else has shown you their love," said the humanoid as he hunched over, inspecting the daemon specimen's handless arm.
She gasped breathlessly as the humanoid pressed his weight down on her chest, spit starting to drool from her forcibly opened, tongueless mouth.
With a gentle, caring touch completely in contrast with the brutal force he put on her chest, he stroked her clear forehead. "And you have lost your brand.
The mark that was proof of your salvation from the ignoble darkness. You were broken and worthless as all your kind are, but with my love and with that mark, you regained some of your dignity.
Why did you throw it away? Oh, my dear, why?"