Bound and Yet...

Cherubael charged back at Glaw, but something intercepted it in midair. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Cherubael locked in aerial combat with an incandescent figure. They tumbled away, off the plinth, out over the gulf of the tomb.
‘You don’t think you’re the only one to have a pet, do you?’ Glaw jeered. ‘And my daemonhost is not restricted in its power like yours. Poor Cherubael. You’ve treated him so badly.’
...
At last, Cherubael floated down and hovered over me. Its face, limbs and body were hideously marked with weals, burns and gashes.
I looked up at it. It was hard to move, hard to concentrate. There was blood in my mouth, in my eyes.
‘Glaw’s daemonhost?’
‘Gone.’
‘He claimed it was more powerful than you.’
‘You don’t know how nasty I can be,’ it said.



"Hereticus", Chapter Nineteen