Re: Damien
"Yes, sir, I would imagine they are," Damien said in a semi-polite tone. He was raised to have manners, after all. Not that he always meant well when using them. He did have a bit of a secret, deceitful side to himself. He arched a brow as he saw the cart that seemed to move on it's own. Though he did have a hunch that this man.. this thing.. played a part in it. He really hoped he wouldn't be tossed around again. It was painful enough with his first demonic encounter here, took him days to heal. Damien stared him straight in the eye, unblinking. He also did not miss the knife; oh yes, he most definitely saw that. "Friends? I suppose. More like.. acquaintances. I must confess, I am jealous of you. You have allies, minions. Agents obedient to your will. Sure wouldn't mind having some myself." He would really try to change that if he got out of this. He would make more of an effort to gain friends, get to know them better. He had sort of made a few steps already, such as during the last attack, or those internet memes, or walking with Ron some time ago.
He had not paced since the tormentor entered the room and stood at the door of his cage. He remained still, in one spot, arms crossed as though he were waiting. He really did not want to be strapped down on anything, due to his childhood experience. But what if the man examined him? Saw the birthmark under his scalp?? He didn't want that. "I'm afraid it doesn't matter if they are worried or not. It's my turn now. You.. you are him.. right? Alastair. Could you tell me one thing, sir, if you would be so kind? Those blades. They aren't consecrated, are they?" His hands were trembling slightly and so he put them in his pockets. Alastair was starting to open the lock. The demon was going to come in! Damn! He had a very good idea what was coming once that door slid open. He'd fight, or at least try to. Even though he knew what was going to likely happen in several minutes. And he didn't like it. Not one bit...