The chaos going on down below was amusing to him. He watched as the mortals milled about, analyzing the dead body as if it mattered. The mortal he'd been sent to find had proved far easier to find than he'd originally fought. He made no effort to conceal his passing. He didn't even need to move closer to the body in order to scent the rage from it. The killer had left the unmistakable trace of pleasure all over it. He'd enjoyed this kill. That much was obvious.<br/><br/>With a chuckle, he closed his eyes and tilted his face up toward the sky. He absorbed the pleasure into him, relishing in it. He could feel the pull of it, leading him toward the killer who'd left it. It was almost too easy. His prey actually wanted to be found, and that almost ruined his fun. The demon followed the trail and found himself standing before a building that was quite obviously the dwelling of a dark magician. Normally, for a demon to enter such a building, would mean certain death. Such places were heavily warded with spells, guarded by magical creatures and enslaved demons, and otherwise set up to spell bad news for uninvited demons.<br/><br/>This time, however, he'd been sent. As the slave of a warlock, any warlock, under specific orders, he was protected from the wards. As expected, the moment he passed through the wards into the house, he was set upon by guardians. He made no effort to resist as he was roughly pinned in place and threatened with weapons. This body was not his anyway. So why did he care if it was damaged? The pain he felt through it was new, exciting, and he found he quite liked it. When his body was thrown to the ground, his face smashed into the tile floor, and he felt the nose break. With blood pouring down his face, he chuckled and lay still.<br/><br/>After a long while of continued beating, footsteps finally announced the arrival of a new figure and he knew the master of the house had arrived.<br/><br/>"Why have you entered my residence without invitation, Demon? I can read that you are under specific compulsion, but it was not a compulsion I gave you. Explain yourself."<br/><br/>"I seek the killer of warlocks, your excellency. I have tracked him to your home. You've a killer in your midst. Allow me to see to him as my master has ordered and I will leave you to your peace."<br/><br/>The master of the house laughed heartily. "Yes... we sensed him the moment he passed inside. I was ready for him. He followed the trap just like a good boy ought. He's down there now, well on his way. You are welcome to him if you like, demon. I will never begrudge a friend his efforts. Your master certainly went to great effort to bring you here, and his work will benefit us all. Please. Do as you wish with him. Consider the prisoner my gift to your master."<br/><br/>"You are most gracious, my host. I will make quick work of him and be out of your way."<br/><br/>The roughians released him and he rose to his feet. His body was stiff, slow to respond, and bleeding from a few wounds.  He forced power into the patheticly weak shell he wore and repaired the tissue. As soon as his essence drained from this body, the wounds would return, but he saw no reason to go around with the unattractive wounds spoiling his appearance.<br/><br/>The guards showed him to a door which led downward through a deep passage. He descended in silence, listening to the sounds of motion below him. When he arrived in the room to find the idiot rooting around, he chuckled.<br/><br/>"You will find nothing to save you here, foolish mortal. Your time for resistance has long passed. You crossed too many lines and now you will pay for your crimes. Make your peace with whatever deity you wish. Your time on this mortal plain is at an end. I will greatly look forward to escorting you through the City of Dis. You will make an excellent demon of Wrath."<br/><br/>Yet he made no move. He simply stood in the doorway, leaning one shoulder against the door frame, a cocky smile on his face. He was the image of leisure, showing absolutely no sign of worry.