"Hmm... I don't think you know me enough to say I'm more angel then demon. I'm sure the angels would see me dead before use me as a test subject for the crimes I've committed," he said as he ate. His tone was so factual, it was clear he didn't care that he had actually done somethings that were considered cruel and evil. To him it was a way of life. He waved his hand and a servant brought over some liquor and poured some for the the male demon and then offered some to Lia.
He drained his. It was clear this topic bothered him. He didn't really want the war, but he refused to give into the angels. He refused to admit he was like them. Hell, half of them were on the same level as him. They acted so pure, but really they often were darker then demons. His amber eyes hardened. They thought they were still family. He could remember them sending him letters when he was a small child asking him to come home. They wanted to help... That help. He didn't trust it. He was sure they had other ideas. Now they had given up after the countless battles. The war hadn't ended, and he was sure it never would.
He put his fork down. Something on his mind. "Lia, what all have you heard about me?"
He drained his. It was clear this topic bothered him. He didn't really want the war, but he refused to give into the angels. He refused to admit he was like them. Hell, half of them were on the same level as him. They acted so pure, but really they often were darker then demons. His amber eyes hardened. They thought they were still family. He could remember them sending him letters when he was a small child asking him to come home. They wanted to help... That help. He didn't trust it. He was sure they had other ideas. Now they had given up after the countless battles. The war hadn't ended, and he was sure it never would.
He put his fork down. Something on his mind. "Lia, what all have you heard about me?"
