A strange calling....Brings a creature.

[Ember]

He had teleported, and was looking around the nature, touching the leaves of a tree, when he had a brief vision the earth was shaking. Horns of a small stature were nearly hidden in a thick, beastly mane, and Jamison observed a castle, of all things. A ladybug crossed across his pale fingers, his sharp nails glided to his side, and he tilted his head. His nostrils were sharp, and he smelled the essence. Two forces battling, there. A longing of solitude. He trotted further closer, nearing the castle, pondering. The ground was sending shockwaves up his legs, but he didn't notice, and peered in through the windows. The feelings of a woman's sadness were rolling out of the ancient building. He grasped the entrance, and clicked it open, his body not too skinny, and not overly heavy, but just in the middle, a bit curvacious for a male. A brow lifted, at the stench, of sorrow. And the misunderstandment. He became quite intrigued, but was ever so silent, and began to sneak, being ever so careful not to not anything over. He cloaked himself to become invisible, and lifted mid air to float about, unseen. He sensed something like him. A female. Saddened, and abandoned, bound. Misunderstood. He had dimmed himself for any lesser demons to notice him at all. He was searching for the root of the misery. Sad it was that many men would leave someone like this behind. His eyes were glowering a dim almost lifeless grey, a long tail glimpsed from him. His hair was fastened away tightly in a high position on his head, and he drew a sharp weapon, growling deepening in his throat, his lush lips parting in anger that a demoness had fallen to these stupid idiots following another idiot.... Why this had power over them.... He thought he knew..... Somewhere...... Sometime, he would.... This was only the beginning. Closer, and closer, he tried to be silent, and he drew something from his side, and drank, a special potion he had passed down in his family, and became invigorated. Leathery wings unfolded as he got to broader openings, ascending up the stair well, still cloaked, and strengthening himself against the Christian bonds. Hisses emitted from his throat, a very sharp and deadly weapon at his side, for he knew not what he would find, he was chasing the pain. Wanting to see what would happen. He appeared at the landing in an acrobatic flip, and leapt into flight again. The smells were even stronger now, and he was a seeker, and a feeder, and he found himself nearing a woman, walking right up to her. The cloak faltered, and fell away, reveiling a man with long cheek bones, horns peering from his head, and large inquisitive eyes. A tail with a pointed tip rested, and he looked at her, as if he was just supposed to be there. Something inkled he was part fae. Symbols had tattooed his strangely paled skin, his nails were basically claws, and he twisted his arm away with the weapon. "Demoness, what has befallen upon you? This place, this place, is in devestation! Where are they! What has happened?" The horns were red, among his thick, beastly thick hair, and his brows were quite refined and sat upon his face in perfect symetry. His lips were parted, in shock, in betrayal to his species, and the tips of baby white teeth could be seen. He was built with fortitude, strong muscles with fat stores around them, just enough to make him a strange blend.

 

[CatclawFyreHeart]

Azura Thorne glanced at the stranger before her and spoke. "The enemy has long fled, but before they did so they trapped me, and all of my servants here within the grounds of this very castle. I have been stuck here because of the holy order. Oh they are still here, but they are trapped in forms that most of us would not recognize. I have tried to undo the damage the humans did. But I have only been able to reverse a few of the succubi back to their original state. The rest are still trapped in the forms you see around you some as statues in this castle, others as ghostly spirits." Though she herself was slightly exhausted from the fighting of the energies that still bound her here. "You are lucky you were not here when they bound me to this place else you would suffer the same fate."

Though she knew time was slowly running out to break the trap the holy order had set. "If there was a way to kill them or break the binding spell they used on us I would take that in a heart beat. As it is I am afraid most of us will eventually fade out over time." She didn't know what had caused this attack on her people only that it had happened No one had been able to for see it happening. "If we could have had warning we might have been able to prevent what the humans did. I can only guess that perhaps some one fed on a human that they shouldn't have, which caused the attack but I am not certain." She moved to get up off her throne even though sadness did radiate outwards from her. It was often true that humans feared what they did not understand, but was also true that the followers of the light tended to distort some of the truth to their own liking to get the masses to follow them.

 

[Ember]

She answered so quickly, but his silverine eyes were darting around for what he could see, and he lowered his sharply refined blade, listening. His ears, now reveiled with the hair up in position on his head, were pointy, just a little. "My... that sounds awful. What should I call you?" He said, rather rapidly, glancing back. He had sensed other beings here. "Oh no, I do not think so, " and he withheld his teeth behind rose petal colored lips, his eyes twinkling darkly.

He stepped past her, and started invading the room, a spell book in hand, and he was talking in another language. He appeared to be extremely flexible, and athletic, sitting in what most would find a strange position, legs spread a foot and a bit apart, in bone breaking positions to some, or at least regretful. His fingers dragged over words, his lips contorting and mumbling to himself. "You have the technology, dear." He said, breaking his vision from the books. "Alas, you do not remember how to fight these idiots?" He shook his head angrily, locks around his crown and before his ears falling loose, soft. Trying not to lose his temper. He grasped the book, which appeared to be made out of skin. It stung at him, like as if electricity, or a bumble bee, blasted things.

He saw nothing and light or darkness, not at his age. "Hmph. Well, that is where there is reason for rules and regulations, and reasons for slayings, of people who are in power and don't know what the fuck they are doing. I pity you, but look,"

He moved the book to her visage, reveiling a spell, that could help, perhaps. He tried not to get uncomfortable that he was in a castle filled with entirely females, his eyes moving around slightly, pondering if he was seeing things that were there .... Then he looked back, his neck moving so agilily. He crossed his feet, his legs in skin tight pants with some space in the right regions to keep things up to the imagination. But he needed the movement ability.

"Other than the succubi, as you say, it is only you here?" He asked, still holding the book, presenting her an aide. He left it to fall, as if she seemed to be reaching for it, and started looking about, at the ceiling decor, and things she had collected for who knows how long, seeking magic like a rod. Going in for what was necessary. The flexible, muscle bound, japanese culture-like weapon wielding creature flexed his arm with the weapon. It was coated in a very deathly poison. Sadistic killing was fun!

"Killing sounds like fun..." He grinned, his eyes lowering darkly, and peering back. Gaffawing, mouth tucked to his chest.

 

[CatclawFyreHeart]

Azura reached out to touch the book. "Yes other then me, and the succubi we are the only ones here. At least that I am aware of." There had been a few people who had entered the castle but they had deemed it haunted and hadn't stayed long enough for her to drain them of energy. "Besides its not like I can go outside and lure humans in here for me to drain. I had to wait until they set foot in here for me to do that. There were a few who did so but they left claiming the castle was haunted by ghosts." She hadn't seen them sense of course sense the holy order had bound her here to this place before she could have stopped them. Then she took and glanced over the spell reading it, and mesmorizing it. "Yes that should help in the long run, and perhaps it will work." Indeed she had collected alot of magic over the years in the hopes she could use the energy from the objects to break the bonds the holy order had layed on her castle and herself. But without the proper spell she had been unable to use any of it.

 

[Ember]

Jamison laughed a little at her saying they had left believing the castle was haunted. Her mind was probably worn and tired, and the youthful yet wise appearing being. He shot fire from his fingertips at several candles, and took the book from her hands. "Jamison," He uttered in a gutteral voice, before going along, trying to break the damn chains of these assholes who thought they were good. "Fucking men afraid of women these days," And he turned his head, and winked at her, then begin getting to work, sliding into a chair and dragging a pencil along paper, dotting symbols, and analyzing, speaking and voicing, moving objects around at the table, breaking the trapping field around her. "I'm no hero, but this is fucked up.. How long have you been in here lady? You didn't tell me your name at all, what shall I refer to you..as?" He questioned. He added more and more things to the altar, and sprinkled some flora upon it he had gathered before he had proceeded. He gazed dazily out of the window, wondering how on Earth this had happened. After a few minutes, he scooted the chair back roughly, it scraping the floor, hard. "Shall I get you a thing to eat or drink, woman, or do you think that may have helped? I can try other things, I guess.." His eyes looked off, brain storming. Then once more he was hunting around, but didn't leave her throne chambers before getting an answer. "I do not know why we've met, but honestly, I hate this, this is horrible. Men..afraid..of women..." He shook his head, his long, silky, yet horselike hair tracing the broad shoulders. His shirt was a plain black t-shirt, not at all tight, but his exact right size. He fondled a ring laying about, staring at it.

 

[CatclawFyreHeart]

Azura smiled faintly just as she flexed her wings, but she slowly felt the chains breaking around that had bound her to the castle at last fall away. "I am not sure how long I have been bound to this castle, I imagine its been some time already. But as to my name I am called Azura Thorne. I agree how terrible it is for men to feel threatened by woman of any species. I for one would not question why or how it has happened that we have met under these circumstances. Though I am glad they did occur as I would then not be free of that which bound me." It was then as the chains of energy that bound her continued to break, that those who had been transformed, or bodyless began to slowly emerge one by one. " "Now that I think about it probably a glass of water wouldn't be bad at all." Though as she moved to step off the throne a wave of dizzyness swarmed over her, with the energy no longer binding her to the castle, she felt the effects of her exhaustion, and the weakness of not being able to feed from the energy of humans, while being bound she had not felt the full effects until now.

 

[Ember]

"Because, love, although women are well, sometimes, weaker in physical bodies, they are far more dangerous.." He said, as the objects slipped from his hands he had been fooling with to help her. He whiped his hands against one another, and watched as she rose from her throne. He bowed slightly, then stepped very quickly as he sensed her frailty. "Water?" He asked, sharply. "Water is all you desire?" But he went to go fetch it, returning with one of the castle cups and the drink for her. "You sure you do not desire anything else, Madam Azura?" He sat down on the floor beside her, lost in his own mind, eyes flickering around at the succubi around but then looked to their ruler. "What exactly is it that happens here? Shall I escort you out of the castle, maybe with some of your maidens as well?" He suggested, placing a hand to her brow, sensing her temperature, and looking concerned. That had to be exhausting. Sometimes, the healing was the hardest part. "Or shall I bring you food? If you wish to recover in solitude?"

 

[CatclawFyreHeart]

Azura smiled faintly as she took the glass of water and sipped it. "Yes for now it is, at least until I have enough energy to go out and actively hunt for sexual energy, which is what I feed upon the most as a more than reliable food source. This castle was used to lure in human males to feed upon. But to attain the food we would need now, we would have to prey upon those that are soul marked for death to gain us the full recovery of any and all energy that has been lost sense the imprisonment." Which would restore her, and her people to their natural full power and health. "But if you would prefer to escort us out of her I am sure me, and a few of the maidens could make it outside enough to streth our senses into into the dream realm to feed." It would not be nearly as satisfying to do it in person but it was still energy that they could gather how ever little it would be. She generally did not eat actual food unless she had no choice to do so. It was simply that she had lost the appetie for real food years ago and it no longer tasted sublime to her. "If food has changed a great deal I suppose I could be tempted to try real actual food again."

 

[Ember]

He laughed, a smirk crossing his face like a sharp weapon, his amused eyes lingering on Azura. "I see..." What a lovely way to die. He joked in his mind. Hmph.
"Souls marked for death?" What the hell. He jerked a brow up high on his face. "Yes, let us go." He stood at her request, and extended an arm, which had tattoos and linked it with hers, giving a bit of a tug to help the weakened Demon Queen to her feet. He did not think she would eat, actual, food, but he didn't just lay there and fucking die. Not like the little whiny bitches running around the world these days. Entitled little brats. But anyhow, he looked at her. "Well, Azura, take me to your hunting grounds. I am quite excited to see these things." The demon's voice was sincere, but somehow, deadened. "Who marks people for death?" Da fug. That was kind of primitive. Ugh, shit needed to be eradicated, stuff like that, really. Let a poor creature live out a life of misery, torture, and loneliness. Yes. That is so primitive. It had to end. He hated such things. He was talking to himself in his head, pretty much, figuring his Fae side was talking to his Demon side, and waiting on her. "Or shall I break the rift to bring us? If you cannot?" He wasn't sure what to do. Jamison was actually quite youthful, but definately mature.

 

[CatclawFyreHeart]

Azura took the arm that he offered. "I think I could probably take us there, but perhaps it would be wise to not tax myself to early on with my energy already delepeted enough as it is. I do not know if I could break the rift to take us there right away." She hated to ask him to do it. "But sense you offered to break the rift would you mind terribly doing it just the once." She thought of the those she had killed along ago that had been marked. "Generally those that have been marked have made deals with our side that have gone wrong, sometimes people just don't know what they are messing with. When that happens they owe a debt sometimes we are used to collect that debt, and transfer the soul to the one who wants it. I don't generally like to do that but sometimes the energy transference is worth it." That might have also been why the holy order had attacked to many people had probably been marked in their usual hunting grounds.

 

[Ember]

He hadn't wanted to ask her, but he didn't really know what on Earth she was talking about. Jamison laughed deviously, his eyes growing wide, pigments of green forming in the grey deathly depths. "Oh yes, dear, I do know very well, when -" Refraining from using foul language, the Fae smirked. "Yes, very ignorant of them. They think they can do whatever they please to just anyone. They have no understanding." His brow quirked. He turned sharply, and drank quickly, and then grasped her, dipping into her mind, and drug her and a few of the closest maidens to her to the realm that was her haunt. Once there, he released her, and he started exploring. It was a bit cold, he tore his hair from it's holder and it's shroud of black covered his shoulders, his eyes peering around, and his nostrils sucked in the air, and he became very curious if there was anything he would like to eat here. He stepped in front of her in steel toed boots that were solid, and held his body in a posture of strength and stance. Protectively. On instinct. "See anything ya like.." He murmered, watching the succubi, far less interesting than the Queen. He returned his attention to her, and felt intrigued by this place. "If you need any assistance, do let a guy know. I can bring your food to you, kill it, maim it, or whathaveyou. You must hang on. I would've held you, but I do not know you in that way." He flipped his head a bit, long locks cascading around broad shoulders. He was impatient, but on the mark and waiting. Sometimes, he heard, in his head, stuff like this happens. A young, agile, strong, intelligent male, brought to a dying culture... He looked around for the voice, but figured it was something other... But he remembered, and would remember. "I'm kinda hungry too." He gave her a foolish look, of a joking clown, flashing vampiric fangs, which were splashed with the remnants of the bottle he kept on him, and he started treading ahead, just to make sure all was good.

 

[CatclawFyreHeart]

Azura's eyes flared red for a moment or more as she streched out her senses, rather then looking. "There that house on the last corner, it holds something of interest to me. The energy there is rather delicious and very strong." Once she had locked onto the energy, she headed for the house that had began to pull her in that direction. "No doubt you could probably bring me the prey I've locked onto. But I believe there is more than one energy source in there. That might be a difficult for me to drag just one out of the building to feed upon." Her wings flexed slightly as her tail twitched behind in almost anticpatory way. Oh this was going to be so much fun she thought.

 

[Ember]

He treaded back to her and grabbed her into his arms, and took a running, leaping jump into the air, and starting fucking laughing hilairiosuly, and the male already had a quite fit, strong, but also very sure footed and flexible body. He landed light as a feather with the Queen in his arms, and shouldered his way in, and set her down very gently on her feet, and took her hand in his demon clawed hands. The Fae Devil's eyes glowered, and he was intrigued, and kept walking, pulling her along, encouraging her to keep going. The smell of life, and lust deep. Jamison turned to the Queen. "Which one do you want," He said, but not aloud, the voice emitted into her brain via demonic telepathy much deeper, darker, than the nice, gentle tone he spoke in. He got ready, to provide for the Queen who had nearly died over foolish idiotic men. At his good intentions, energy rained on Jamison, like hail, and his interesting body began to absorb it, like a sponge. His muscles spasmed, he wanted to break necks. There was a couple here, a woman and a man, intimate, Jamison had locked onto the Jugular of the male, he was gonna break his neck. Not certifiably 100% sane, he leapt suddenly almost unable to be captured via the blind eye it was so fast, his claws ripping into the neck and blood pouring, and the once refined gentleman was a roaring beast, his tongue snaking out and lapping at the males blood, and his hands quickly snapped the neck, and the woman started wailing. He grabbed her, and shoved her on the ground. He issued a strong kick to her back, looking up at Queen Azura. "I do hope that was satisfactory, I couldn't help myself." Blood specked at the corners of his mouth. He took his weapon and cut the man's head off, slicing bone away like cardboard, and lifted it by the head while holding the woman down prisoner while he sucked at the pouring blood, and even started to eat the marrow. "You didn't see that..." He winked. "Unless you wanted to."

 

[CatclawFyreHeart]

Queen Azura smiled darkly for a moment. "Now that was quite arousing in of itself." Then she narrowed her gaze slightly on the woman that was held prisoner, though she would have prefered going after the male, it looked like sh would have to settle for the female for the moment. "Although the energy isn't the same I'll have to make do with you lady, as your sexual energy is strong enough to fill me for a little while." Then lowered herself next to the female and touched her with a claws. Red energy swirled around them both. Her eyes narrowed in concentration. This would take place in the females mind but it would feed the demon queen the energy she needed. Even if the act was done all in the humans mind it would arouse her to a certain point.

 

[Ember]

"Oh," He laughed, his sharp teeth ripping away at the marror, and sucking away at it like a person eating a crawfish head's juice. He had some very vulgar thoughts, and wondered what the fuck was absolutely wrong with him, but he just kept it to himself, and threw the useless head down, but then anger flashed across his face, and he scalped the man. The Queen had said these people had done them wrong. He carried the flap of skin with hair, and he would cure it. He was a little odd, but surely able to entertain himself. He turned to look at Azura, to make sure she was fine. "I am sorry I took the one you desired, Queen." But truth was he was jealous. If she were to continue to associate with him, and have him help her, his jealousness, would have to be an aspect. He did not want her touching another male. He tried not to laugh, the couple had been locked in sexual activities before attacking, he could smell the lust, the sex, but he didn't care. They were useless and now, pretty much dead human bodies. Dark thoughts ran scant across his mind, of further mutilation, but he was carrying a scalp in his hand, and droplets of blood ran down onto the floor. His nails that were black in color were painted faintly with the hues. He sucked on his fingertips, observing. He started exploring the house. He found children. Jamison hated the fucking things. "Queen..Azura.. I want..to kill their children...." He murmered, as if frightened, at what he had become. He must destroy. Destroy.... Destroy... He was unseen, and somehow the shrieking and barging and slicing and dicing, hadn't disturbed, but he had tripled in strength, the father lay dead, and Azura was working in her own way. He severed the child's head, and actually, devoured it. There was an older kid, and he slashed his weapon through it's chest. There would be no continuation of this line. The female child and young baby male lay dead. Jamison walked out as if nothing happened, and started going through the fridge, and sucked down a cool bottle of water, then jumped on the counter and stretched his feet into the chair. Mmm. He chuckled at a joke a Demoness had said once. Someone had asked her if she wanted a baby, and her response had been, 'No, I'm not hungry.'

 

[CatclawFyreHeart]

Azura almost drained the female to the point of no return, but even though she could kill to take the woman's soul, she had something else in mind and smiled darkly. "Oh I think I will enjoy giving you to one of my maidens, your lust is enough to fuel several armies of succubi. I think we could well use you as one of our servants. Or perhaps I shall let some one else finish the job I started on you." While thinking upon this she left the woman there in a coma like state. But from enjoying the woman's fantasies had indeed turned her on, and so had the battle to the point she really was dripping sexual fluids from being aroused. I might have to fix this little problem of mine, the children have been slain in the home, which I could have enjoyed corrupting their little innocent hearts, and transformed into more of our kind. But still the battle and the sexual fantasies that woman had are playing havoc with my system. It has been a long time sense I last felt like this. But what to do about it that is the question.
She moved on wards towards the kitchen, where Jamison was chilling. "Did they have anything of interest in the fridge, or was it all just water?"

 

[Ember]

Jamison was bemused, but he turned his angled jaw to look at Lady Azura. "How are you feeling?" He leapt up quickly, putting his japanese style weaponry, but demonic hinting, and maybe other essences, in it's sheath, and ripped open the fridge. Jamison could be a little heavy handed. He found a pack of steaks. He threw it on the counter, and found some Vodka, and some juices, like OJ, which were lain very much more gingerly onto the marbled counter. He laughed. "I don't know if this is a good idea. You want me to fix you anything?" He asked, sighing, and cracked his knuckles. "To make you feel better. How was lunch?" He smirked. "We can have steaks, and some mixed drinks, or if we're done, we can leave..." He then realized her mood, and he pretended he didn't at all notice, but he was laughing a bit, on the inside, but not visibly, his eyes shining like sterling silver, much more alive than ever before. "I do feel like relaxing a bit, and maybe talking over dinner. I will get everything fixed, but you said that you do not eat...." Jamison shrugged. Why not eat? He wanted to divulge into his traditions passed beverage, but not in front of her, and let his mind wander. "I murdered the 3 year old female child and the male youth, so that the line could not continue." The scalp of the father was hanging out of his back pocket. Sure, you could call him tribal, but he was simply a lethal combination of too many goddamn things.

 

[CatclawFyreHeart]

Azura smiled faintly at that. "I don't eat much no, but I have on ocasion ate food, and if anything food will have a calming influence on getting my body back under its normal state. As to how my feeding went, I would say due to my current state it as was very delicious." She glanced at the food he had dropped onto the counter. "If we leave it here it will just go to waste, and I for one would prefer to not waste the food of my victims, after all they are not going to have any use of it." She thought of the kids. "It is to bad they were killed I could have used the little female and corupted her soul to a degree or at the very least made her into one of my female servants." But even then the line wouldn't have continued in the manner their parents would have wished. "Though that is water under the bridge now."

 

[Ember]

"Wonderful," He scooped down and started going through how all humans seemed to organize things, and whipped out a skillet, unpacked the steaks, and drizzled the blood over the semi-thick slices of meat. Blood bubbling, and then he opened the spice cabinet, and this man, obviously had culinary talent. Various things were grabbed, sprinkled, speckled, all over the meats, and he tenderized them, with a meat mallet, and some cajun sauces. He flipped them a few times, and then grabbed some glasses, multi-tasking, an often denied ability, but Jamison was blatantly doing it, and tall glasses were filled with ice, and he poured the vodka into the glasses, at first on the rocks, then the Orange Juice, like a goddamn bartender. Then he made mashed potatoes, leaving her to her whims. A batch of muffins was whipped up in no time, and they were blueberry, which was good for women. "I did tell you I sometimes work as a medical care professional, didn't I?" He asked, off-handedly, and he was taking the muffins out and letting them cool. He grabbed large dinner plates, scooping the meat, and potatoes on. "Bit of a family tradition, hmm." He sprinkled corn onto the potatoes, "I know, looks weird, but very good, I do say." Hers was lain on the table, with the muffin. "I like to make scones, too." What use was a man that knew only how to use a menu from a monopoly. Everyone should know how to cook, no matter what gender they were. "Very smart, I'm down with snatching some shit. I don't like to eat, all of the time, but it does make me feel quite much better," He placed his dish onto the table. "I am sorry that the dessert is not very sweet," He went the fridge, and grabbed a bag of purple grapes, and put them off to the side on a seperate plate. "Odd, but I think it shall taste good," He laughed, his eyes almost a blue silverish glimmer, absolutely immortal, unreal, and he divulged, after providing the silver ware for them to dine. He sat at the head of the table, and placed her to his left, the very nearest chair. Jamison, always, chose the head of the table.

"I am very sorry, I had to make a sacrifice," He said, as apathetic as could be, delivering a forkful of potatoes, so nutricious, and the corn to his lips. "We shall have another adventure, if you do wish. We could have an army of them." He laughed. He arose, popping some grapes into his mouth, sharp teeth, which was every single one, digging into the rich, ripe fruit, and he placed a straw into her cup. "I'm doing the best I can with these trashy humans." He laughed. "I could do much better, this is actually, me being a little rusty in the kitchen. What foods do you like to eat, when you do eat? I can, and will learn, to make anything you want," He said, crossing his legs at the ankle, his thick, muscular, thighs, bound in leather, with a material mixed in to make them flexible and not too restrictive. He had a bit of extra fat, it was as if, something awful, had happened to him, but he was neither, fat, nor skinny, just, a bit, of a mixture, a lethal, violatile, mixture.

 

[CatclawFyreHeart]

Azura smiled softly at that, as she took a bite of the food from her plate. "Oh I think I would relish that, army of adventures wouldn't be bad, who knows taking a few things from our targets could serve our own agenda its not like they will need them where their souls are going anyway." Then she thought of the question he had asked her. "Its been a long time sense I laste ate real food, so I am sure my tastes will have changed alot. But this actually does taste good, and if you made this again I would not mind it." She had taken a healthy portion of the steak as she chewed and swallowed it. "No I don't think you told me that part or if you did perhaps it slipped my mind the moment you freed me from my prison." Though she thought traveling the world wouldnt' be bad at least it would enable her to see more of what she had been missing at least trapped in that castle of hers. "Still even as trapped as I was that didn't me from wanting to see the world any less or at least expercing the fact that there will always be enemies for us demons to find." Then she grinned faintly. "I do have a terrible sweet tooth, and the grapes will be a good desert even if they are not sweet enough for me." It wasn't something she often let other people know about. But well sweets was one thing she couldn't resist.