She moves the manackles enough to show her wrists, scarred over and bruised. "I have spent thousands of years trying to break them. I don't think they can be broken. They are not mudane locks, so I doubt they can be picked."
The Devil shifts from an uncomfortable position to the next. "My brother Uriel has the key."
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Date: 2008-10-05 08:51 am (UTC)The Devil shifts from an uncomfortable position to the next. "My brother Uriel has the key."