Into the Shadows

Vox only smirked in response to her ordering him to stop with the pet names. He raised a brow slightly when she snapped at Marcus. This woman was definitely the leader of the two, she was trained and knew what to do in situations like they had just been faced with. He was distracted as he looked about the railcar. “Like hell I’m leaving you here, Krysta.” Marcus’ voice broke Vox from his daze. “You listen to me you scumbag.”

“I prefer Vox...” Vox remarked, “I just saved your asses you ungrateful swine.”

The remark landed a blow of the butt of the rifle to the side of Vox’s head which knocked him to his back on the floor. He hadn’t been expecting the blow from Marcus. “I’m not leaving you here.” He glared a Krysta. “Why don’t we just question this dirt bag and kill him?”

Vox lay on his back blood dripped from the corner of his mouth as he began chuckling. “See? I knew you were planning to just kill me.” He sighed. “You know, perhaps I should have listened to my gut, it told me not to trust you humans anymore than I trust angels.” He went to move and Marcus aimed his gun at him merely inches from his face. “Well big guy, why don’t you just shoot?” Vox sneered. “Then you can carry your little girlfriend home to the angels and hope they can heal her wound. Angels don’t know how to stop the infection of a Belial demon.” He brushed the blood from his mouth. “But I’m done giving you favors.” He reached forward in the blink of an eye and shoved the gun upward as he leaped to his feet. He slammed Marcus against the side of the railcar. “You’re entirely ungrateful, much like most of the human race. You don’t realize what you have, what you were given before we stripped it all away. His holiness would do anything to protect you humans from damnation. Hell I even did at one point. I did a lot of things centuries ago that got me into the position I am now.” He released him and tossed the gun to the side. He balled his hand into a fist and looked to his skin and frowned, it would take some time for his body to heal the wound from wielding the blade. He let out a heavy sigh. “I made a deal with you, darling so I am to deliver the deal. Haven’t you ever heard that a demon is of his word?” He smirked. “A deal is a deal, just don’t fall short on your end, hm? If you intend to not honor your end of the bargain, well...I'd say that falls just short of what an angel would do. Don't you think?" He raised a brow as he looked to her. He had every opportunity to run and yet he didn't. Though what he spoke was true, a deal between a human and a demon was to be seen to the end unless the human broke the contract...

Vox gave a smug smile to Marcus as Krysta shot off her words. Though the smile was wiped quickly from his lips when he felt the shift in the railcar. His muscles tensed as he found himself staring to the Archangel that had cast him down from the heavens. The very angel that slowly and painfully ripped his wings from his back. Vox’s look turned full of rage as he looked to the angel whom held the fake smile upon his lips. The smile that made the humans feel so safe, all warm and fuzzy on the inside. “Domiel.” The demon’s voice was a growl.

The angel looked to him with a knowing smile. “Vox the left hand of Lucifer is it?” He spoke with a chuckle. “Such high standards you’ve set for yourself.” He then looked to Krysta and to her leg. “A shame that I had to lose one of my strongest demon hunters.” Domiel looked to Marcus, “Kill the demon, my child, we don’t need him.” He paused a moment and looked back to Krysta, “Make her death quick, the infection from that wound will be painful.” He cupped Krysta’s cheek then. “Fear not child, as you cross over the heavens will welcome you. Embrace the light and you shall cross over and your soul shall be set free to paradise for eternity.”

“Fitting.” Vox scoffed as he crossed his arms. Marcus had his rifle aimed once again at Vox’s head. “You toss everything that is good away Domiel. You’re just afraid of being surpassed by those lesser than you.” His voice was full of rage, his eyes even turned red as he gazed at the angel.

Domiel let out a laugh, “Hm, poor demon.” He pat Vox’s head. “Lost so long ago to the darkness of Lucifer that you do not even resemble the angel that you once were.” His voice hummed. The angel then turned his back on Vox. “Kill them.” He spoke to Marcus.

Vox lunged forward in that moment, his black claws grew out and he slashed into the back of the angel. The two tossed and tumbled about in the railcar. “You always threw everything away!” Vox snarled as he landed a few punches in on him. Then the sound of a gunfire rang out, it echoed off of the walls of the railcar. Vox froze, his breath caught in his chest and his jaw loosened.

Domiel pushed Vox off of him easily and he brushed the dirt from his body. “I have more important matters to attend. Do not fail me Marcus.” The angel spoke as he turned and disappeared once again into the shadows.

Vox gripped onto his side as he writhed in pain. Nothing burned more than the enchanted bullets. Nothing was more painful. It was like the heat of a thousand suns had been blasted through his side. Luckily the wound was superficial...it hadn’t cut deep into his abdomen, though blood leaked over his fingers as he held pressure on the wound. Vox found himself looking up into the barrel of the rifle. “Fuck you.” He dodged just as Marcus pulled the trigger. He rose up and tackled into the man. This time he slammed him so harshly against the wall that his ribs cracked upon impact. Vox gripped onto his head and smashed it into the floor, the sound of a horrible crunch echoed over the metal of the car. He sat back and gripped his side as he grit his teeth. “Angels….dirty rotten backstabbing pricks.” He winced as he pushed himself to his feet. “How’s it feel to be thrown away?” He glared a Krysta. “Come here.” He grabbed her and tossed her over his shoulder. “If I leave you here the fucking Belial demons will rip you to shreds and if that doesn’t happen Domiel himself might as well kill you if the infection doesn’t set in first.”

Vox walked through the subway system and found a set of stairs that led up to the surface. He grit his teeth as he carried her along. “No good worthless angels.” He muttered to himself. “They caused this whole damn apocalypse with their godly behavior.” He scoffed as he carried her through the desolate streets. He turned a few corners and came to a building that looked to be abandoned. He punched a few numbers on the door handle and it beeped green. He pushed the door open and walked inside. It was a night and day difference. The inside of the building was spic and span clean, not a trace of dust on the beautiful wooden floors. He walked to an elevator and punched a button and waited patiently. A demon from across the lobby looked to Vox curiously but didn’t rise from his seated position on the couch. When the elevator dinged and the doors opened he stepped inside and pressed the button for the 12th floor. Vox was silent as he scanned his thumbprint to allow access to the floor. The elevator rose quickly and soon enough the doors opened once again to a beautiful rooftop bar. It had been one of the busiest upscale bars in town before the apocalypse. Vox gave a nod to the barkeep as he turned and walked to another door. He punched in yet another code and he pushed into the room. “If only I had been staying here the other night, hm?” He gave a half laugh as he walked into the apartment that overlooked the city.

Vox set Krysta down and he looked to her. “Look, the angels might toss you out as trash as soon as you have a defect….but don’t forget that a demon is the one that saved your life.” He offered a smirk as he walked over to the open kitchen. Vox pulled out a pot and filled it with water. He gave a heavy sigh as he pulled the small box of Lowjack Root from his pocket. He stared at it for a moment before he dumped it into the water. He then began mixing other things into it and soon enough the demon came to her side. He held a knife in his hand as he approached her with a mug of fluid. “Drink this.” He handed her a towel then. “Bite down on this.” He disappeared for a moment and came back with a small black metal box. He opened it to reveal several first aid supplies. Vox pulled out a tube of green powder and set it upon the coffee table that he sat on. He then took his knife and cut back her pants. Vox let out a breath as he inspected the wound. Then he began his work. He pried apart the skin and began cleaning the wound, it wouldn’t be a comfortable process but it had to be done. He packed the powder into the wounds before he sutured them shut and he wrapped gauze around her leg. Vox stood without another word and he stepped to the kitchen and washed the blood from his hands and arms carefully. He lifted his shirt and examined where the bullet had grazed his side before he began patching himself up.

Vox was silent as he allowed Krysta to question him. He worked on his wound and cleaned a few of his own cuts and abrasions upon his arms after he’d managed to patch up the bullet wound to his side. The demon looked up to her with a smirk upon his lips. “You forget.” He began with a chuckle. “I too used to be an angel.” He fell quiet once again as he tossed away the trash that he created. He closed up the kit and packed it away into the back room. “Ari will be fine, at this point the root wouldn’t have helped her any more or less.” He crossed his arms over his chest. “But why save you?” He shrugged then. “You know where the angels live.” He grinned. There was motive behind what he’d done. If he saved her, he could kill the angels. So long as he could get the information out of her. “Besides, don’t we have the same enemy? Domiel tried to toss your life away as if you were merely a piece of trash. How does that make you feel?” He questioned but he didn’t expect an answer.

“The angels are not what you think they are, darling.” He grinned as he spoke the endearing word, he knew she hated it, but that didn’t matter to him. “So you’ve seen that they too have a dark side. At least the Archangels do. How else do you think they came upon that power? By being the holiest of angels as your biblical nonsense human books state?” He scoffed and shook his head. “No, no the Archangels are far from the true term of angelic.”

Vox stepped to the kitchen then, he scooped coffee grounds into the coffee pot and pressed the button to brew before he crossed his arms and leaned against the counter. “So. You’ll tell me everything that you know about the angels, their plans. The plans of the humans that are blindly following the angels like lost sheep.” He walked over to her and sat down on the couch across from her with his arms upon the back of the couch. He searched her eyes. The door opened then and a woman walked in, a human. She bowed her head to Vox as she moved into the kitchen and she poured two mugs of coffee. She brought the coffee over and set it upon the table before the two. Vox smirked. “You should leave.” He spoke as he looked to the human. “I won’t need you this evening.” He then turned his attention back to Krysta. “Go on.” He spoke as he lifted his mug to his lips and took a sip of the coffee. “Don’t keep me waiting.”

Vox watched Krysta as the smile split her lips, as she spoke with her sarcastically fake voice a smirk turned up his lips. He giggled as she went on, entertained by the fight that she had in her soul. His expression flattened as she kicked over the coffee and he let out a long sigh. “That was imported. Rather expensive, you might have liked it.” He took another sip of his coffee before his silvery eyes looked back to her. He tilted his head slightly and grinned once again, “I didn’t expect that you’d give in so easily. No, no, darling, you are much to witty for that. Too smart for your own good. To strong headed.” The demon stood and he walked to the kitchen where he grasped a towel and brought it over. He tossed it over the spill of the coffee on the floor and he pushed the towel around with his boot.

He let out a sigh then as he looked to her, “Though, I hoped that we could come to a deal or an agreement. I saved your life after all.” He smirked to her, his smile was wicked as he motioned to her leg. “Unless you would have rather succumbed to the poisons of the Belial demons, I’m sure you’ve seen it. Once to twice at least. It’s horrible isn’t it? Very slow, and incredibly painful. Most would rather die of a fire than from the infection that a Belial demon can cause. It festers. Oh does it fester.” He sipped his coffee.

“Well, I suppose if you do not wish to offer me any means of killing Domiel, then I’ll take care of you now.” He walked away from her and into the back room. He came back with a bag over his back that seemed to be filled with something. “Truthfully, I wish you would have been easier to agree with, you’re not bad on the eyes.” He smirked to her, “A strong willed human such as yourself, you could be of use.” He pulled a small gun from the bag then. Though it wasn’t a regular gun, it had liquid in the chamber that sloshed around as he lifted it and removed a cap off of the end. A large bore needle appeared. “Now, you were rather….” He clicked his tongue as he thought of the word, “Feisty….no...” He shook his head. “Ahh combative.” He brought his eyes back to her, “On the way here, I’m certain I have bruises on my back to prove it….so...” He held up the gun, “This will make it quite a bit easier to transport you, hm?”

Vox stood motionless for a moment as he watched her closely his eyes bore into hers. Was he bluffing? That was something that was hard to tell with this witty sarcastic demon. “Unless you do feel like striking a deal that is.” He smiled, “If not, I’ve other uses for you, sure. Plenty of things for you to do.” He chuckled softly, “Endless things, if I’m being honest.” He tilted his head slightly, “Though you may be in charge of your destiny, darling. I’ll give you that option at least.”

Vox was quick to notice the fear in Krysta’s eyes when he revealed the tranquilizer gun, though he didn’t quite realize that it was the needle that she was truly afraid of. A dark smile curved up his lips as he watched her reaction, the usual fear response flared nostrils, pupillary constriction, even her breathing changed slightly. He was fast to pick out such things after his centuries spent as a demon. He placed the cap back on the tranquilizer gun and placed it into the bag and zipped it closed and moved it to the couch across from Krysta before he sat down next to it after she’d finished speaking. He had to strike a deal with her. “Killing Domiel has been something that I have wanted for several centuries now.” He replied very simply. “Perhaps one day you’ll hear the story as to why I have such a dislike for Domiel in particular.” He raised a brow before he leaned back against the couch.

“So a deal that is as sweet to you as my revenge on that backstabbing angel?” He chuckled. “Well, I could think of a few things.” His eyes watched her closely. “You don’t want to go back to your people?” He smirked. “Humans are an interesting thing. To lose trust so quickly.” He clicked his tongue as he shook his head. “You’re right you wouldn’t make it out in the wilds alone, that would be suicide.” He watched her. “But haven’t you heard the good word?” His eyes locked on her then. “Humans that are worth the price have been given high status among the demons.” He didn’t have a condescending tone in his voice, nor did he have a mocking smile any longer, his expression was completely serious. “To be given freedom in that regard. Well, you’d be safe with me, darling.” He smirked then, “Though you don’t prefer my….what was it that you called it….oh yes, pet names.” He smiled then, “If you could get over that, he leaned his head back and forth as if he was weighing out options.

Though before Vox could continue speaking the door pushed open and in walked the demoness. Ari. Her fiery red hair flowed behind her, she had a tired look about her eyes as she glanced over to the two, her hand was held to her side where the knife had been stabbed into her skin. She walked over to the two and took her place next to Vox on the couch. “Who’s this?” She questioned as she looked over Krysta. “What’s with her leg?”

Vox let out a sigh, his expression showed irritation for only a brief second as he replaced that with a smile in Ari’s direction. “Well, Ari dear, this is one of the hunters that Domiel is leading against us.”

“Domiel?” Ari’s eyes opened a bit more, an excited grin curved up her lips. She glanced in Krysta’s direction, “You’re rather worth it aren’t you doll?” She chuckled. “And a blonde too? Hm.” She had a playful tone in her voice. “Wouldn’t you like to know he likes blondes?” She giggled before she glanced to Vox.

Vox frowned slightly but once again he smirked and chuckled. “She wouldn’t be wrong.” He watched Krysta his own expression was filled with play. Succubus that is what Ari was. She could seduce nearly any human she wanted, as long as that human was a man. Vox looked back to Krysta then, “I was just offering her the deal of a lifetime.” He spoke, “Tell her Ari, tell her that other humans, a select few live among the demons.”

“Oh yes. Those that offered up valuable knowledge.” Ari spoke up quickly. “In fact one of the other circle members has a human that lives beneath his protection. She gave up the location of a group of hunters about 8 months ago was it? She has a reasonably easy life from what I hear.” Ari chuckled as she stood and moved to the kitchen. “Did you get the root?” She questioned as she found the empty box, her hand still held her side.

Vox closed his eyes and drew in a breath to the question. “Yes.”

“Then where is it?” Ari looked to him and tilted her head slightly, her eyes fell to the bandaged leg of Krysta. “Oh.” She nodded slowly. “I see.” She scoffed. “More important than me, hm?” She walked over and sat back down with a wince. “You should take him up on his deal girl. You know what will happen to you if he takes the gun out of that bag he has next to him?” She eyed Krysta. “It isn’t the tranquilizer that is the terrifying part. You’ll be awake the whole time. Unable to move. We will deliver you to a place that most humans fear with their soul. You’ll be picked over by demons. Tossed around between the lowly classes. It will be a life of punishment truly.” Ari smirked at the end. “Or.” She glanced to Vox. “You get to live beneath his protection.” She shrugged. “He is a big teddy bear beneath the charade.”

“Ari.” Vox growled as he looked to her. “That is enough.”

“He is.” Ari whispered with a giggle.

Vox glared to her a long moment before he looked back to Krysta with a flat expression. “It is simply your decision now. Does that entice you or is there something more that would make the deal more desirable to you? Killing Domiel is very...very important to me...I wouldn’t offer this sort of deal to just anyone.” His eyes were locked on her now. Ari had stolen his mug of coffee and was sipping on it, a playful smile upon her lips.

Vox watched Krysta closely, he could feel her picking him apart, much like most hunters would do. It made him smirk at her. He reached for his coffee and confusion washed over his expression for a moment before his eyes fell upon Ari whom had commandeered his mug. He let out a soft chuckle before he turned his attention back to the human. “Details. It’s always about the fine print, isn’t it?” He fell quiet as he tilted his head. “For starters this is my home.” He spoke, the large penthouse like apartment was more luxurious than the one he’d held his party in. Complete with security detail and biometric scanning. It was secure, safe. Only a few demons had access to his home. A select few as he called it. “Ah yes.” He stood and stepped over to the kitchen. “Food, that is something that I guarantee you’ve been scrounging for since the start of the apocalypse, hm?” He pulled out a few things and began tossing together ingredients. “We have plenty of food.” He spoke as he chopped up fresh vegetables and the like. Soon enough he came back with a platter filled with vegetables, meats, breads, and a few different dips. Ari of course reached forward and began plucking items one at a time from the tray happily.

Vox smirked as he slipped passed Ari and took his seat next to her once more. “You won’t be a slave, if that is the detail that you are looking for. More or less you’ll be free.” His eyes watched her carefully. “So long as you don’t kill any demons that is, unless they are very deserving of it.” He brought his hands up. “We all aren’t good guys.” He held his hands up and chuckled playfully. “However, you will be off limits to other demons, they are not allowed to….bother you, or to try to bid for you.” He raised a brow as he watched her. “If you aren’t familiar with how our system works, most of the humans that live among us serve us and are provided a place to sleep as well as food. They may be bided to other demons. But that won’t be the case for you.” Vox crunched on a fresh carrot for a moment as he thought about details that he could provide her. “You’ll be safe from harm. Ideally most humans like that phrase and in all actuality you will be safe.” He munched on a piece of bread. “You get to live like the upper class, darling, most wouldn’t turn down such a deal.” He raised a brow as he looked to her. There was a knock at the door then. Vox frowned. The interruptions were becoming a nuisance now. “One moment darling.” He stood and looked to Ari. “Don’t.” He spoke the single word to her before he walked away.

Ari grinned as Vox made his way to the door. She sipped from her coffee and let out a playful giggle. “Details. Details. Details.” She spoke in a happy tone. “He’s all business isn’t he?” She reached for another piece of food. “You know.” She watched Krysta. “Vox is one of the more attractive demons.” Her smile was infectious, her emerald eyes stayed on the human. “In all honesty it took me quite some time to get him to fall into torturing the poor lost souls of humans in damnation. The poor angel was struck with grief from the loss of his wings.” She tilted her head and giggled again. “Most of us wanted the hell out of heaven and away from those snobby bastard Archangels. Vox? Oh no no.” She held her finger to her lips. “He saved an entire city the day he was cast down. He was cast down by Domiel.” She grinned as she spoke this. “Can you imagine? Saving an entire city and then getting tossed away like that?” She shook her head. “Poor dear.” She took a sip from her coffee. “He’s the softest of us in the circle, doll. Don’t let his composure fool you.” She winked. “Believe me living among us won’t be as bad as you think.” She giggled. “We might get a bad reputation.” She held up her hands playfully. “But we’re all fallen angels of some shape or form.” She glanced to Vox as he continued to speak to someone at the front door he held a cardboard box in his hands now. “Make the deal, if anything you deserve a break from running, don’t you? No more Belial demons.” She motioned to her leg. “What did I say about him…? Oh yes he’s a cuddly teddy bear.” She winked. “I mean, he did save your life, doll. He gave you the antidote to the poison that the Belial demons carry on their claws. What other demon might have done that for you?” Ari shrugged and sipped from her coffee. She glanced to Vox as he closed the door.

Vox moved and set the box upon the counter. He sliced into it as he glanced to the two. Ari offered him a playful smile and when he drew his brows together she shrugged as if she hadn’t said a word to the human. “She’s a quiet one.” Ari spoke. “Are you sure you want to keep such a mouse around the house?” She giggled but then winked to Krysta. It seemed everything was play to her. “What did we get this week?” She asked as she stood and walked over to the kitchen. “Oohhh now that.” She reached into the box and pulled out a vacuum sealed package with two thick steaks inside. “How can you resist that?” She grinned to Krysta as she moved about and helped him put up the items. “You ordered nicely this week Vox.” She offered as she poured herself a fresh mug of coffee from the pot.

Vox smiled to Ari, “Yes I’ll have to order more if we keep our guest.” He then walked back over to the couch across from Krysta and he sat down as Ari continued to place items away throughout the kitchen. “We get a delivery each week, it’s simple we can choose just exactly what we want, we pay of course but you wouldn’t have to worry about that. That would be for me to worry about.” Vox leaned back and he nodded. “So, is that enough information? What have I missed?” He thought a moment. “Oh. Yes. The humans.” He nodded. “I didn’t intend on harming any of the humans. I only aim to kill Domiel. Satisfied?” He questioned with a smile.

Vox watched her as he awaited her answer. “The food isn’t poisoned you know.” He spoke with a slight frown as he looked to Ari whom ate another piece of bread from the plate. “I wouldn’t poison Ari.” He chuckled then as he relaxed into the couch. It was then that Krysta agreed to the deal. A grin curved up his lips. He’d won. Ari too smiled as she glanced to Vox with a playful grin. He glanced to her and smirked before he looked back to Krysta expectantly. He didn’t speak as she began to spill the information. It was of not surprise to him the things the Domiel did. He’d performed such acts long ago when Vox was an angel. Perhaps that was ultimately what got him cast out? He knew all of Domiel’s little secrets. He knew of the chosen ones and of the dirty deeds. He’d threatened to tell his holiness at one point. It wasn’t long after that, that Vox lost his wings…

“He is still up to the same games. Some of the Archangels are holy as your human books depict them. Most however are corrupt….” Vox sighed as he leaned back. He could tell that Krysta was bothered by releasing this information. “Angels are more corrupt than a lot of demons I know.” He smirked and chuckled. “Right Ari?” He glanced to her.

“Hm, depends on the demon you’re speaking of.” She watched Krysta with a smile. “Why don’t I show you to the guest room?” She grinned happily. “Come on.” She stepped forward to Krysta. “You’re about my size.” She smiled, “I’ll grab you some of my clothes.” She winked, “They’ll be less...uh...” She pulled Krysta’s arm around her shoulders. “Bloody...” She raised a brow and chuckled.

Vox was watching with a flat expression. Though he didn’t stop Ari, his mind was focused on how he would get to the angel and kill him. He’d do it before the humans even made it to him. He’d chop his head off and impale it onto a stake for the humans to morn. Vox was busy thinking of these things as Ari helped Krysta to her feet. “Come along, doll.” She spoke with that same infectious smile as she led her from the room. “He’ll be busy in his mind for a bit, hm?” She chuckled as she glanced to Vox a moment before she helped Krysta away from the couches. She held Krysta’s weight well as she helped her through the luxurious home. They moved into a bedroom that had a huge plush bed with perfectly made blankets upon it and all the small pillows that one would see on a home improvement television show before the apocalypse. “He’s a bit more high class than some of the other demons. Something you get to enjoy now, hm?” Ari spoke as she helped Krysta to sit on the edge of the bed her hand lingered on her shoulder. “The Belial demon really sliced you open.” She commented as she looked to the bandaging.

Vox lifted the bag off of the couch and tossed it over his shoulder. He walked to the closet that he’d kept it in and he leaned on the doorway to the bedroom that Krysta and Ari were in. “Ari.” He spoke as he glared at her.

Ari smirked as she looked to him. “Yes?”

Vox took in a breath and sighed as he watched her. “Why don’t you go get us a bottle of wine? It’ll go well with the steaks tonight.” He crossed his arms over his chest. Getting Ari alone wouldn’t be easy, Vox clearly didn’t like Ari being alone with Krysta.

“And another steak for our guest.” She winked and gave a squeeze to Krysta’s shoulder. “We have to celebrate after all.” She smiled, “There’s always something to celebrate.” She chuckled as she slipped from the room.

Vox took in a breath, his arms remained crossed over his chest. “Whatever she told you. Forget it.” His voice was stern, the smile was gone from his lips. “Ari likes to say things, not everything she says is true.” He looked to her leg. “Now, I have things I have to tend to in town. Can you walk well enough? I have painkiller if it is unbearable.” He shifted his weight and moved his hands into his pockets then. “You’ll be coming with me, in any case.” He watched her. “If you want to change, Ari keeps clothes in that closet.” He pointed to the closed white doors. “It would be of your best interest to look….” He looked her up and down, “Presentable.” He raised a brow. “Any questions?” He leaned more against the doorframe. He wasn’t being aggressive, just straight and to the point. “Otherwise I’ll go pick up the tray of food and uh...” He looked to his bloodied shirt. “Change...” He sighed as he pulled at the shirt that had stuck to his chest from dried blood from where he was scratched by the Belial demon luckily he was not affected by the demons like humans were. It was an interesting thing that he’d figured out an antidote for the humans that were scratched by the Belial demons. He'd saved more than one human from death from the cuts. But what motivated him to do such things? Was it like Ari had stated? Was he truly softer than the other demons? Or was it because he truly didn't belong in the demon world?