Christian | Issac | Elia
Christian didn't trust either of the witches but he had little choice in the matter. The request to search for something had come through the witch Elia but was directly from the Ringmaster. Christian knew better than to disobey even though it went against every principle he had to work with the witches.
He didn't bother with human facade, they'd seen his kind and knew what to expect. He didn't particularly like trudging around in the dark and mud naked. There weren't clothes to fit his larger demon form with the wings and tail but he'd never been modest.
They'd broken off into groups, to cover more ground he figured as he walked. He essentially ignored both of them, his senses searching for anything. Although violence and murder were his foods from birth, his kind could feast on many others. Humans had so many delicious emotions. Now, he could scent the lingering hint of.. He stopped and lifted his head. There was old death and misery. He jerked his head in the direction of the energy, growling low in his native demon language. He switched directions without waiting for the others.