Who: Demon!Sam and Kathryn. What: Having 'fun'. When: Evening. Where: Downtown bar. Rating: TBD. Status: In progress.
It had been simple enough. All he had to do was make pleasant conversation with a girl and he found himself walking in on what one may have assumed to be a date of sorts. The demon, however, had other plans. He was still furious with the members of the Hyperion and he wanted to make sure that it was known that he was hardly around because he wanted to play games. He wanted power. An army of his own. That way, when Lilith finally came back to take down poor Sammy, the demon would be ready to finish her off. Then the army would be his for the taking and the impending apocalypse would be in his hands. As it should have been in the first place. Expression darkening at the thought, the demon leaned back against the bar and ordered himself a beer. The first step toward gaining power would be to resort to bowing to the will of those who had it. Which meant that he'd have to make nice with the people from Wolfram and Hart. Gain their trust. Then take everything from them. That way he'd have security when Lilith came along. And, oh, he knew that she would. Nothing was more desirable to her than the body that he was currently possessing. Nothing in the entire world.
Beer in hand, he took a swig of the substance and scanned the bar. A lot of lower class people were lurking inside. No one especially attractive or interesting enough to make conversation with, that was for sure. Rolling his eyes, he set the bottle onto the bar and checked his watch.