Leon & Paxton & OPEN
"Aren't you a good brother," Leon returned. The Haitian was canny and intuitive. He knew a little about Paxton. Paxton respected his father, who raised him. He hated his mother, who had raised Davian. Demon society was a meritocracy. The harder you work the higher you rose. And, most importantly, given the current scenario, was Paxton's words: Demons don't marry.
Lifting his glass in a small toast of thanks for the share, Leon sipped. That was much better that juice. "And once they're wedded, how long do they have until both sides come to cut them down?" Leon was looking at the angel and the demon when he asked, but his gaze slid back over to Paxton to hear his response.