â€œPrince Satanachia Tyrannus Lucifuge. Not,â€ and his said this with an inordinate amount of distaste and venom, â€œprincey. And you, little verminâ€¦â€ But this was instantly playful, with none of the annoyance present just seconds before, â€œyou know nothing about anything.â€<br/><br/>He let go and dropped, balancing with a taunting sort of ease, and laughed as if this was the greatest game heâ€™d ever played. The demon prince was a child, even if, looking at him and to taking his sometimes deadly actions into account, most wouldnâ€™t know it. â€œThat may be all well and good for humans. For a demon, a fight is never pointless. To avoid oneâ€¦ to miss a chance to start one, is pure cowardice. If you lose, if you knew youâ€™d lose, then youâ€™re not worth anything and should die anyway!â€ He ended with a growl.<br/><br/>â€œWhy, how else do you think demons rule humans now? We donâ€™t let our weaklings live, Syra. So thenâ€¦ maybe you should rethink your age old adage. It didnâ€™t seem to do you much good, did it?â€ With the sudden abruptness that characterized much of his thoughts and actions, he asked her, â€œWhy are you up here?â€