Saetan still didn't come fully awake, though he moved more, fighting the restraints with gritted teeth. "Where are they? Daemon and Lucivar! I swear to you, Dorothea, the day they cease to walk among the living, I'll make Hayll another Zuulaman." Just the clarity of the words growled in a resoundingly deep voice indicated he was closer to the surface, but not in reality here.

Saetan was reliving the nightmares of his past, and when he awoke, he wasn't going to be happy about it.