The prince circled, curiously watching a human girl scale the side of a building. Now, heâ€™d seen humans do it before. Window washers, repairmen and the like mostly, though once it was to break in. But heâ€™d never seen one decide to do without all those funny little ropes.<span style="font-style: italic">Push her. Watch her tumble and break on the asphalt.</span>The demon beast, the part of Satanachia that best liked to laze on the banks of the blood rivers of Hell, urged him to do it.<br/><br/>But what reason did he have to hurt a silly monkey? It wasnâ€™t as if he was hungry, nor was he bored. Satanachia adored flight far too much for that. The demon beast, despite its wings, certainly couldnâ€™t fly. Even if it could, no one could fly quite like the archangel messenger runner. â€œTrying to fly, little monkey?â€