And it was during that one-and-a-half-hour detention that I met my friends, the three friends I keep talking about, the friends who made me realize th...ere was still some… hope…’ I kept looking at her, and saw emotions run across her face, a soft smile turning into a wicked smile and then ending in a serious, thoughtful expression. ‘I suppose they don’t even remember that we all met because of random, bad behaviors. We were, and still are, so different from one another, and still we somehow. “I’m plenty mad that Cal got his ass beat and that Jakob got stabbed in the mouth, but I’m not broken up enough to climb the outside of a rickety lighthouse forty feat up, near a cliff.”“You know I don’t like heights. Why do you think you’re up there and not me?” the other man said.Will flexed his cock making it jump just a little. Belita squeezed again and shuddered slightly, but neither move.“Oh, fuck you. I’m coming down. They aren’t here, and the longer we waste our time here the less. People who lifted me up. People who saw my potential to be more. I understand now, why the hated Infernals cannot see the beauty and peace which arises from compassion and empathy. Their minds are turned to evil, selfish pursuits instead. But I—I wish to be better. To give others what my friends gave to me. I will take whatever vow you deem appropriate, so that I can experience Redemption also.”“I am pleased.” The tree approved. “Vow that you shall seek to lift up others. To place yourself. "Wear that white dress," I suggested."What, no, that's much to formal," she said. "But you've given me an idea though." What?" I asked.She didn't tell me but dug the dress out of the closet and went to work on it with a pair of scissors."So what do you think?" she asked.She had cut off the long skirt to make it a mini."Put it on," I suggested.She quickly stripped off her clothes and pulled the dress on."Need to make good the hem," she gasped as she pulled the top up. "Need to lose some weight.