hell is empty—

                                     ｀❦ ｓｗｅｅｔｅｒ ｔｈａｎ ｈｅａｖｅｎ▪▪                                            ▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀                 ❝No… I have not…. Just… Who are you?❞                 ▪ Edea found herself compulsively asking with a wiry voice filled with annoyance. She had to make sense of the situation, after all seeing the weirdly dressed man had hit her the wrong way. Let alone, he was scavenging about for a demon. One whos name would not pass her for a moment, was he admist a hunt? No? The other was not dressed in the regular garb most Exorcists wore nor a uniform.

         He didn't mean to annoy -- not this time, to be quite honest. All he wanted was his Behemoth to be back in his arms, safe and sound and hopefully not as hungry as he last left him. Guess the demon is naturally a nuisance; Father would be proud. 

     As the demon tugged his game system away, Suigetsu jerked forward with it; he refused to let go. He could very easily give up and walk away, but he inwardly decided to devote himself to the cause.

         Oh please, like the demon hasn't experienced the so-called horrors of slobber. He has a hobgoblin as a pet; it produces more saliva than it can contain in its mouth. This guy was getting on his last nerves, and little of it had to do with the fresh spit that covered his still un-paused screen. 

—The demon’s response didn’t impress the woman, only to bring out more of a slight chuckle then of laughter. Surely the encounter was no game, though, she didn’t take such a matter into mind.

         What a surprise. It was either him or his kin she wanted to discuss. He'll play along, for a little while at least; just long enough until he gets bored with the woman. 

     His eyes trace the path of the gadget as it gets waved around in the air. The corner of one thin lip quirks upwards into a smirk.

         Personal space was never an issue with the demon. He, too, was one to invade such an area without care. But try and take a video game of his and he's sure to throw a fit. 

—— “Now now, even if one is dying of starvation, manners must always come first, hmm?” The homunculus retorted calmly, almost as if chiding a child as a smooth smirk slowly revealed itself on her perfect porcelain features. Placing down her knife and fork gently, she glanced upwards.

         Manners? Who needed manners when you were a demon? He didn't even understand the concept; please was just a six letter word just like thank you was eight. But he's too hungry -- and greedy -- to care whether or not he used manners. If it got him food, he'll survive. 

"Your mug," The maned wolf snorted softly. Shrugging he flicked his cigarette tot he ground before stomping on it. He snarled when the German Yellow Jacket elbowed him.

         Amaimon tilted his head at the three, giving little thought about how none of them were human. They weren't demons either, which only peaked his interest slightly. 

"—I guess you could say that I am, actually." a light grin went along with her sarcastic-like tone. Even knowing what the demon was capable of, she wasn’t one to be concerned.

         What? Did she honestly think he didn't have anything to do other than pester exorcists?                      ...because if so, she's absolutely right.

         Sheesh, someone was grouchy. He just wanted a cookie from the plate; it was too far away for his own reach. Then again, Amaimon was just being lazy, as always. 

                                     ｀❦ ｓｗｅｅｔｅｒ ｔｈａｎ ｈｅａｖｅｎ▪▪                                            ▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀                 ❝Hobogoblin? And for what reason would you need to find                     one for?❞                 ▪ A stern stare had been earned to the other. Finding herself suddenly suspicious of the very green looking man who had suddenly approached her on the location of a demon, of all things. Was he… Part of the school? She’d never seen ilk of him before, knowing nothing other than feeling an unsettling feeling that prickled at the back of her head.

         "He's my familiar," he responded casually. Well, Behemoth was more like a pet, but he got so used to dubbing the hobgoblin as the former. With a cant of his head, he stared at the unfamiliar female for a moment as he made more sense of her inquiries. From the looks of it, she didn't seem to know where the demon had run off to either. 

     He takes several seconds to stare blankly at the contraption (and the creature holding it) before opening his mouth.

         Nooo-- this is his and only for him to play with. A boot kicked its way into the air, directed at the stranger's face, from where Amaimon sat on the single couch. He was too lazy to actually take aim and instead swung his foot in whichever direction came first.