The demons of my soul
Where: Zaviar's home
When: Evening
Dinner had been delicious. The day had been interesting as well. Marius tended to count any day where he didn't end up having to dodge even the idea of the police as a boring one, but today Puddles had made it interesting. And Puddles had insisted that he was coming along. Since Marius had discovered that he did indeed have a relation in Scarlet Oak he decided he'd get to know him better. See what his genes did when they were unleashed on the mortal population. Other than turn out devilishly handsome fellas who had smooth voices and a way of standing that just made him think of, well, himself. Marius couldn't do anything but approve of Zaviar after their first meeting and he hoped the second wouldn't change it. What was the appropriate thing to do to a disappointing relative? He was pretty sure that the answer dealt with culling them before they could spread the disappointing genes on. Even a defective demonic must be better than any of the vanillas or angelics, but that didn't mean that they needed to go and make more of them.
'Your mind scares me.'
"Your mind would scare me if I could hear it. You were afraid of a goat." No, that wasn't going to stop being funny anytime in the near future. Or ever. 'Fear the terrible goat!' Attached to some girl who hardly seemed worth the effort. Puddles decided to ignore him after that and spread her wings to fly up to the door just about a minute ahead of him. "Good job," the demon congratulated his familiar as he walked up to the door and pressed the bell. "You beat me by a whole minute and couldn't even press the doorbell. I'm impressed."