Ah, and the girl was smart. What was he going to do with her? Satanachia hadn't quite decided yet. Not kill her, that was for sure. She was far too interesting for that. His wing beats faltered and they both plummeted toward the ground. Could she really tell what kind of mood he was in? They might hit the ground, he wasn't worried about it, it wouldn't kill him. Of course, he didn't know it wouldn't kill her either. Both of them, he and Gabriel, kept secrets from each other.<br/><br/>They stopped just inches from the ground and he laughed, putting Syra on her feet. "And why aren't you afraid of me? Tell me." There was mocking laughter that resounded in his head, and he snarled. There were times he wondered why he even bothered with the human realm. He had no interest in ruling it, really. Sooner or later it would empty and the majority of them would be in Hell. It made him wonder why they'd even bothered to take it, though of course he'd been in that war too. Had led his own legions and reveled in bloodshed. But still the world would end.