"Something I knew, anyway," the demon agreed. "Though still worse than anything I had imagined. I learned quickly that while I was willing to take whatever pain they gave me, needed it, even, that there was little I wouldn't do to avoid inflicting it on others." He reached for the bottle, refilling his glass.
"Though I did, of course." That was the thing about Hell. They found a weakness, and they twisted it. Clint downed another swallow, regarded Samandriel with a knowing expression. "I'm sure I don't have to tell you how you are capable of doing what you could never imagine, given the right circumstances."