Duma tensed, slightly wary as he noted Naesala looking at the key to Hell. He hadn't known the raven long, but he could already recognise when Naesala wanted something and might be prepared to take it.
My friend I would give you this key as readily as I breathe, but to do so would mean a betrayal of my God, my love, and of you. For you are not the creature to live amongst the demons and the damnned.

Duma took a deep breath, listening to the soft sound the plants in the corner made as they slithered along the floor. I am loyal to my Maker. And.. here an image flashed hard across his brain, of another angel rebuking him, the feeling of intense pain. Duma shut his thoughts, hoping to have limited what he had let Naesala hear.

And I am loyal to what is right.