Daimon snarled. The aura surrounding this one was strong; this was no low-level idiot hellion, this was obviously a deliberate attack, ordered by its superior. It may have been smarter than the average demon, but it still belonged to someone. A hell-lord, he suspected. Behind every hellspawn's actions was a big guy trying to fuck shit up. The half-demon grudgingly lowered his trident and vanished it. "You assholes really know how to kill the mood."