Your Demonic Host

As we know, Al finds men dumb and hangs mostly around women. In nature, when there is an excess of does, bucks no longer need to bulk up to fight for a lady. Thus, less testosterone.

What does this mean for Al? Well, without all those jacked-up hormones, antlers stay pretty small and the buck will not be as muscular.

“Something rare and juicy! Ooh with shrimp too. I have an excellent recipe for just such ingredients, if you’d be interested in it!”

He was animated as usual as he spoke, though there was a hint of excitement to his tone.

     Silas didn’t respond as he walked to the kitchen, grabbing supplies that he saw fit for what Alastor wanted. He was quiet, planning, as he moved, a smile remaining on his face as he did this. He wasn’t going to say anything to Alastor, but he was very displeased with finding out that women were flirting with what was his. 

    Silas looked down to the meat, an eye twitching as he cut into it. He was thinking of the flesh of those demons already. Oh how exciting it would be to rid hell of them. To eat their flesh, or even soul.