The boy became a bigger crying mess the more painful smacks that came down upon his young bottom. Not only the pain was killing him, but his father knew how to make him feel guilty. Maybe that was also part of a demon's job.
When there was a stop to the punishment and he just felt the hand without force, he tried to stop his wailing. Then his father asked him a question... Azazel needed a few moments to normalize his voice from the messy blubbering it had become before he could answer "B-b-be-c-cause Iw w-as showing m-my powers in p-public a-and putting muhself in d-danger?" he sputtered in the middle of hiccuping.
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"It's a wind that guides me, It's a dream or prophecy...
It's a song or litany, It's a crying of agony...
Torment... I will burn you! Who said I won't be able to?"
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