He gagged as though he were drowning, trying to heave up liquid that was no longer there as he lay on a wooden table of some sort. The sound of birds chirping in the distance could be heard as the light shone through a wood-outlined window. All of his energy was used on that immediate action, leaving him gasping for air on his back unable to move. The sound of an ink quill could be heard etching on some paper to his side, though he didn't take it into account. He was overwhelmed with pleasure, whoever it was in charge of draining him hadn't done it in quite some time. The voices were silent, and where he was he felt - disconnected from the stream that he had been traversing so frequently.

"Another demon?" Aloisia scoffed as she dipped her quill into ink gently. She began to etch into the paper, though he couldn't understand what she said... She spoke in Latin, her favorite tongue of the world and the common language of her people. She was able to speak, read, and write in many languages though... French, Spanish, German, Russian, Italian, and even English were all tongues in which she was intimately familiar. "I should end you like the last. Strange you look so alike the stain on the bottom of my sandal. Did you follow me to Rome, Pest?"

Mat's energy slowly came back as he heard the etching and the language around him. Slowly he pushed himself onto his elbows, clearing his throat as a light breeze from the open window nearby blew over his form. He held back a moan as pleasure ripped through his system, nearly forcing the little one to cry out in shock. After gathering himself, he spoke.

"I don't understand..." He said lightly.

"English?" Aloisia chuckled, "The Demon speaks English... Why do I not find this more surprising. I'd expect you to understand Latin of all the languages."

"I'm not a Demon... I think..."

"Then what are you?" Aloisia said as she set the quill aside, rolling up the paper she was working on. She held it shut with one hand as she dribbled hot red wax over it until she was satisfied with the amount. She quickly snagged up a stamp with a fake family crest on it and pressed it into the ink, giving it a seal of false nobility. "I don't see what else you could possibly be."

"I was human, once... I don't know what I am now."

"Then how, creature. Can you claim not to be a demon, yet not know anything about yourself?" Aloisia cooed down to him as her bright blue eyes gazed down upon his form. "You appear out of thin air after I've already long-since walked your corpse off of the bottom of my sandal. You've mostly been spread along the streets of Rome here, that is if the one who visited before was you. Are you two one in the same?"

"It was me..." Mat whimpered, biting his lower lip as he recalled the sole of Aloisia's sandal. "I remember."

"You are not of this Earth and must be cleansed." She said coldly, her gaze not moving from him. She saw his arousal throbbing between his legs and smirked, "You even have desires, that's cute. I have very important business to attend to... Who knows, next we meet things may be vastly different. Perhaps you're a messenger... Give my regards to the devil, your time here is finished. Let him know that his blasphemous rule is about to crumble around him. The light of God will cleanse the heretics..."

Gently she plucked Mat from the table, rolling him into the palm of her leather glove. He pushed himself up onto his elbow and looked her in the eye, her fingers began to close slowly around him... Though, instead of crushing him again she held her hand open.

"I'll savor you this time, Hellspawn..." She cooed down to him. Without warning, she lifted her hand up to her mouth and tossed him into her waiting maw.

Mathew landed on her tongue, looking out to her teeth as saliva coated his skin. Her lips closed, blocking out the light as her tongue began to sway inside of her mouth, coating him from head to toe in the liquid. She could taste his skin beginning to melt from his body as Mat slowly began to realize this was no ordinary experience. The Silver Dawn as a race were fairly impervious to sickness and disease, it was mostly due to their intensely powerful digestive systems and immune systems. Their saliva was acidic, which not only helped them in battle but it helped secure them from poison. It explained easily why she didn't hesitate to toss what she regarded as a demon into her mouth - she wasn't worried that it may be poisonous.

Aloisia was casual about her movements, sucking on him like he were a candy. Her mouth remained closed as she rolled him along her tongue, pulling another paper out from a drawer as she reached out for her ink quill once again. She began to etch on it something else - this one was far more elaborate than the previous letter. It was encoded in a way that the guards and people around wouldn't be able to read its contents.

As far as they were concerned, Aloisia was St. Daria - A hero to the people.

That facade would end shortly.

Blood began to drain over her tongue as the saliva melted away a layer of skin. She casually tossed him to the right side of her mouth, letting him lay on her tongue as the acids continued to break him down. Mat was in a world of pain, he couldn't move as his body was slowly melted away by her saliva. She didn't even have to chew him at all! His eyes began to melt, the lids already gone as the sockets were enlarged by the acids. They rolled out of his head as his skin peeled from the muscle leaving it behind like a shedding snake. Blood began to pour onto her tongue, filling her mouth with the pleasureful taste of strawberries.

"Strawberry? Surprising..." Aloisia casually said, her mouth opening to show off the melting creature inside.

The longer he stayed in her mouth the more he melted. Aloisia began to swallow bits of his broken down body in her spit, though she continued to suck on him happily as she wrote her piece. He squirmed and writhed in her mouth as she tossed him about, spreading the strawberry flavor evenly throughout her maw. The suction from time to time was horrendous, and eventually he was left inside of her without his skin. The saliva easily cut into his body, forced into Mat's mouth as well as he swallowed mouthfuls of it.

Aloisia began to hum a light tune under her breath as she happily killed the Demon, his writhing was enough for her to take immense pleasure in his demise. She could feel him inside of her, sliding along her tongue. Only a few more minutes passed until he no longer could move... When he grew limp she didn't bother swallowing all of him - she waited until his strawberry body had dissolved into liquid, swallowing him only as such.

He never stood a chance.