Elijah: *holds her close, holding by growls, and violence* Satan: quite, there you go dear. *snaps fingers taking her marks away*
I shudder as the marks go away, leaving an ice cold feeling behind. I don't bother to look at my still bleeding cut, and storm away from the throne, leaving flames where my footsteps were. "L-let's go, Elijah..." I choke
I keep a steady pace, but suddenly burst out crying and crumple to the floor the minute I leave the throne room.