"Perhaps I misspoke." Darakus said, immediatly sheathing his sword. "I just needed food so badly that I wasn't thing clearly." Noticing the look of hatred in the young human's eyes, and then the symbol burned into the hand of the demon next to him, he suddenly found himself whimpering, overcome with fear. He had seen that symbol before and knew it well. Realizing that whomever controlled the demon could have the demon easily kill him with a simple command, he backed away and stumbled backwards, effectively knocking himself out in the process.<br/><br/>When he came to all he could see was a blade pointed straight at his throat, and a couple of angry people talking about what to do with him. Interrupting them, he asked the demon "Did you by any chance know a demon by the name of Jerakea Arinothan? He is my father, and I Have been trying to find him for 500 years now."