I have no demon icons. WOE
The demons were bored, but orders were orders. Even if this was the most dreadful thing they'd had to endure in the service of their masters. At least so far. They spend their time sharing stories and playing cards.
When they heard the voice they sprang up, and cursed. In a flurry of motion, of of them set off running almost immediately. He was the fastest of them, even in human skin like this, and he'd been the one assigned to get out word if someone came looking.
The rest of them leveled their weapons and didn't hesitate to start firing. Orders were anyone who'd come to this place was to be treated extra hostile.