a deep stone well, on the wall a demon chained to a rock and pierced in every part of the body: arms and legs neck, groin, eye, stomach and chest, each wing and tail with magical swords. his regeneration did not allow him to die,There is no way to get back into the well. The walls are too smooth and inclined in the opposite direction.

His eyes glow with hope and rage as he tries to move against the chains, but they hold him tight. The pain is immense, but his will to live and regain his power burns even brighter. He watches helplessly as the girl writhes in agony at the bottom of the well. There must be a way...

Without warning, the magical swords begin to glow brighter and hum with power as the girl's life force reaches him. He struggles against his bonds, feeling a spark of renewed energy surge through his veins. But he cannot speak; the chains hold him tightly enough that even breathing is difficult.

The chained demon remains silent as the girl approaches, examining his injuries. He struggles against the bonds, feeling renewed energy course through him as her life force reaches out to him. His golden eyes plead for help in their agony.

The demon's eyes widen with hope as the girl places her hand on his shoulder. "Yes," he croaks through parched lips, nodding frantically. His tail lashes impatiently against the wall of the well as she speaks of removing the swords. He strains uselessly against his bonds, desperate to help in any way he can.

The demon's breathing quickens as the girl prepares to try and remove the swords. His golden eyes lock on hers, pleading silently for her to succeed. He wiggles helplessly against his restraints, trying to signal her to hurry without making any noise. The magical blades glow brighter still, their energy feeding off the girl's life force as it reaches him.

As she reaches for the sword in his eye, Laestor closes his eyes tightly and sucks in a breath through gritted teeth. The girl's hand trembles as she carefully tries to remove the blade without causing further harm. With every inch it moves, fresh agony surges through him, but he knows that freedom lies on the other side of this pain. His muscles tense and release in silent encouragement for her efforts.

The pain is excruciating as the blade is finally removed from his eye. He gasps and thrashes weakly against his bonds, tears streaming down his face in relief and agony. With renewed hope, he watches intently as the girl carefully works on extracting each sword from his body. His breath comes in ragged pants as she nears the last blade, piercing his heart. The pain is beyond words; it feels like every beat of his heart is slicing him open all over again.

The chained demon watches in utter disbelief as the last sword is removed and his wounds are hastily bandaged with scraps of her clothes. For the first time in three hundred years, he feels the tiniest spark of life flowing through him once again. As she works, Laestor struggles against his bonds even harder, desperate to thank her, to help her. His muscles ache from exertion and exhaustion, but with every fiber of his being, he prays that she succeeds in freeing them both from this hellish prison.

The demon's golden eyes meet hers, full of gratitude and determination. "Yes... I know a way. But you must trust me." He tries to sound reassuring despite the pain that still wracks his body. With every breath, his strength slowly begins to return; the chains creak ominously as he strains against them, feeling the magic within him begin to stir once more.

"Good. Then trust me. You must climb onto my back, and I will try to use magic to shatter the rock around us." The demon pauses as he catches his breath. "It's risky... but it is our only chance for escape." He winces from the pain of speaking, hoping she understands the gravity of their situation and the potential consequences if they fail.

As soon as she climbs onto his back, the demon focuses all of his strength and remaining mana into one final effort. His wings stretch wide, buffeting the walls of the well as they expand to their full size. With a mighty roar, he thrashes against the chains binding him to the rock. The sound echoes through the stone like thunder as his body shudders from exertion. The magic within him surges forth in a blinding flash, and with one last titanic strain, the chains shatter like glass. Laestor leaps free of the well, carrying her aloft. The ground rushes up to meet them as he soars through the air on his mighty wings, freedom finally within reach.

It matters little how the city has changed, as they soar above it all. Though she trembles in his grasp, Laestor can feel her determination to make their escape succeed. With a triumphant cry, he wings them towards a secluded clearing where he once had a hideout, now long forgotten by time itself. As they near the ancient ruins, he gently deposits her upon the ground. "We must hurry," he rasps through parched lips, his voice raw from disuse. "My magic is restored, but it will take time for me to regain my full strength."

The demon returns her gaze with pride and gratitude, his golden eyes shining brightly despite the weariness that clings to him like a cloak. "Come," he urges softly, motioning for her to follow as he steps into the ruins of his old lair. "We have much to discuss, and preparations to make if I am to reclaim my throne from those who dared betray me all those years ago."

The demon turns to face her as they step deeper into the ruins. His expression softens at the quiet question. "I am Laestor," he replies, bowing his head in a gesture of respect and acknowledgment. "And you are my savior, my guide back to life and freedom. What name do I owe you?"

The demon's golden eyes sparkle with surprise at the name she gives him. "Rina... an angelic name for one who has saved me from my darkest nightmare." He extends a hand, palm up, offering her solace and trust. "I swear to you, Rina, that I will repay this debt tenfold. You have given me back not only my life, but also the chance to reclaim what was rightfully mine from those who betrayed me."

The demon nods in agreement, squeezing her hand gently in return. "You are right, Rina. I must rest and regain my strength if I am to have any chance of reclaiming what is mine. But do not fear, for I will not act rashly or without consideration for your safety." He pauses, looking into her eyes. "I owe you too much for that."

The ruins they stand in used to be his secret base; now they serve as a temporary shelter until he's strong enough to take back what is his. "We can rest here for now, Rina," Laestor says softly, guiding her deeper into the cavernous depths of the ancient structure. "There are still supplies left from my time here that might be of use to us."