Aurora stuck up her thumb, pinkie, and pointer, in classic rock style and said, "Anarchy in UK." She hoped her music reference wouldn't go over their heads. With her cult they spent plenty of time blasting punk music from all eras so loud until the speakers burst and the neighbors threatened to call the cops. She felt a pang of pity for all of them. Aurora didn't have the companionship of siblings, and couldn't fully understand what they had gone through. But she felt bad. Aurora moved to sit next to Adrian, seeing his tear. She put her hand on his back, and leaned her head in toward his, touching her cheek to his but not kissing him. "I'm sorry. " She waited a moment before speaking, "I was awakened into the cult. It was a big ceremony for them, praising the gods and what not. They brought me too and treated me like a queen before training me hard. But once that was over....The thing about them is everyone had a job and was supposed to play a role. And there were rules. If you didn't do your part well enough of broke a rule. You were punished far more severely than you deserved..." A shiver ran down her spine, but she kept talking, "I had hooks," Again she paused, feeling nauseous. "I had hooks pierced through my back, and hands, and feet, and they hung me before beating and burning-" She choked up. Her words refused to come out because they knew they would reduce her to tears. The thing about demons, is they can handle torcher from hunters and guardians, but torcher from other demons was unbearable. Their own kind knew how to break them.