"Umm....lost control again...I think. Did I do that?" I was a bit shocked by the brutality of the young boy but I was proud. He definitely deserved to be in the Host of Demons. The blood spattered the ground in an appealing pattern and I swung to the cement, avoiding the largest of the flesh chunks.<br/><br/>"Yep. That was all you." My voice purred out and the boy turned around to face me, surprise flitting through his eyes. "Don't tell me you didn't do that on purpose, because it was beautiful to watch." By then I was standing close enough to him to see the faint stain of blood on his chin. "Why don't you come with me pretty boy. I'm sure that my boss would<span style="font-style: italic">love</span>to find someone with talent like that." Sarcasm dripped from my voice but I was hoping that it would go unnoticed... I really did want my position back, no matter how nonchalant I was about the whole thing. Being the wing man to Satan himself had given me glorious power and its loss was a devastating blow to my ego. And I would maim, kill and torment anyone or anything to get it back.