The demon prince looked vaguely disappointed, and instead of paying Syraâ€™s excitement any mind, he said, â€œI think heâ€™s ignoring me.â€ This wasnâ€™t something Satanachia was used to. It made him furious and he wanted to tear the building down brick by brick. The rage was palpable but a demon of his rank didnâ€™t have to pay it any mind right away. He could save it for later.<br/><br/>Instead of indulging in the fantasy as the demon beast urged him to, he asked, â€œWhat do humans do?â€ Then, without missing a beat, â€œWould you like meet an angel that isnâ€™t possessed?â€ The anger wasnâ€™t gone, though it was pushed back. He struggled not to direct it at the human girl.<br/><br/>Patience had never been his strong suit. But heâ€™d be ruler of this place soon enough, then the universe after. So the first step was in knowing what was important to humans. Satanachia knew that a good ruler didnâ€™t mess in what was important to the common people. And if he didnâ€™t, they would stay happy and worship him instead of God. It was the one sure way to win.<br/><br/>Up until this point though, heâ€™d mostly been eating them. That, mostly for the amusement of the demon beast.