"How so<em>very</em>odd, my dear." The demon sang, curling around Seren curiously. "Neither one of you remember me...and you both hate me for something you've no understanding of. Isn't...that....<em>nice.</em>" It wasn't a question. Her tone reverberated both sarcasm and curiosity wrapped into one lacy package as it drifted around him. Her form twisted about his body again until she was only really half there, her arms draped about his shoulders as if she were some scarf of ice he was wearing.<br/><br/>"No...no, if you knew her, you'd call her fat, too. Look at her!" Her presence slipped like a heavy weight  from Seren to curl around the short-haired blonde, sinking her nails into her side as she pinched the girl's skin. "Plenty of it, too...How the fuck do you plan on even trying to fight when you weigh so much?!"<br/><br/>"Ow!! GET OFF OF ME." Heather shrieked, pawing at her body feverishly. It did no good, and only inspired the demon to grab a roll on the other side and yank. "This is embarrassing. Almost as embarrassing as your friend over there being all skin and bones. What a pathetic lot you all are!" Her form took on a more solid stance as she stood between the three standing there. She was taller than Seren, a slight bit shorter than Heather, and the form of that other one... her eyes finally settled on Marco's taller,  "...Hello, what's this?" She mused aloud, her grin slinking back into her features. "you don't look so pathetic..."<br/><br/>As if to make a point of this, the woman suddenly broke into a fine, black mist and coiled  tightly around Marco before disappearing into his nose, his mouth, any orifice that was open.<br/><br/>--<br/><br/>"We are indeed small, Seven." Kara replied at some length, her head tilted.  The alien had great insight on...everything, really. They'd had enough late night talks for her to understand this. "I think it makes things more interesting and infinitely more frustrating but usually it's worth it. In this case, I just want to scream and cry and throw a fit sometimes. Doesn't help anything, but...such is life. You are quite lucky you've not got the room to pull such immature feats."  Her eyes rested on him as he finally grabbed at her hair, her mouth twitching upward. "You do that a lot, Seven. Should I give you my hair the next time I cut it? I have enough to make a wig. I think it would look cute on you."<br/><br/>"I am unsure...I wish I knew. But it is tiring to be...strung along. So much death, so much...damned destruction. All from one being. I have made an effort to read up on what everyone knows about demons, but I haven't unearthed much. ...If the...Ultothar...if I've said that right... can stop her, why<em>hasn't</em>it, anyway?<em>That</em>makes no sense."