Morons? Smile and nod, Satanachia told himself; the same thing he did when his father queried about his actions. He had a pretty smile when his aim was to put people off their guard and he used it now. They didnâ€™t understand. Billions of humans could overwhelm the relatively few of the angelic host; the demonic hordes would slaughter them in turn. That was the demon princeâ€™s view of the futureâ€¦<br/><br/>â€œWould he?â€ Laughing grey eyes fixed on her with an odd sort of resolve. â€œIs the son of the devil enough?â€ After all, he could use another human agent, or he wouldnâ€™t have overwhelming force, would he? Or even betterâ€¦ â€œDo you really want him dead?â€ Some of the demon-blooded were rather powerful; he wondered if it was the father or daughter that was the stronger. Angels proclaimed things far too readily, in the princeâ€™s opinion. And demons werenâ€™t exactly known for their truths. There would be no harm in checking. If this girl would take him it would be easier.