Yes, yes yes, a demon certainly lived here. Damoen... Satanachia huffed at the thought of the little vermin. But he could see along side the walls of this fairly normal if somewhat dark passage the Halls of Hell. Where there trod the Great Beast beside him, casting its shadow instead of his own in the real world. And they were rather thrilled to be killing something, and quite happy with the girl who gave him cause to do it. In return for her soul probably, though he hadn't said as much. He was still a demon, and interested in her if nothing else. "Now where does this come out? And where is the maggot shit this time of day...?" Hiding or away were the two more likely answers, he though, knowing Damoen. But he would hate to be unprepared.