Although the alcohol helped, Faelan didn't drift off to bed as easily as he normally would have. He didn't take any offense to what Shula had said, in fact, he did the experiments for the sole purpose of being better at what he enjoyed most. He didn't mind all the tests he did, in fact, he volunteered or was personally invited for them. Not everyone had his willpower to survive, and he knew it, and embraced it even. As he laid in bed though, he was thinking about the experiments he'd denied, or the ones he never heard of. Faelan of all people knew the foundation didn't always follow moral codes. Testing crazy magical experiments was probably one of the more humane things. But he hadn't ever actually delved into what they did do, behind his back, when the sheets were drawn.<br/><br/>He walked over to his desk, grabbing his journal. Looking inside, he wondered about the worth of this book to the foundation, what they would do with it if they knew about demons as much as he did. They were smart, he'd give them that, but he'd fought some unique demons, and was the only one who had survived on multiple occasions. This kind of knowledge, while not particularly powerful, could very well be put to very bad use. Although he worked for the foundation, everyone knew he wasn't on their side, but that they had a common goal he was content on working towards. They paid him to kill, he kept people safe, and it had worked out.<br/><br/>Flipping through the book, he found the last page, the one with the thing him and Shula had to fight. Something about it did seem off now that he looked closer at it. It wasn't classically demonic. It didn't have the right characteristics. Something this size should have had some magic or intelligence. The smaller the demon, the dumber usually. He'd never been one to think too much about it, but the size of the demon they fought, it should have been magical. Demons are an odd sort of creature, and the bigger they are, the more they rely on magic. In fact, as far as he knew, most demons wouldn't be able to hold themselves together without magic in the demon realm. He sat down and pulled out a piece of paper.