Lasciel didn't flinch at the splattering; she had caused it herself so many times... And she wasted no pity on Sereven. If they hadn't done it, she would have. Her eyes narrowed in thought at the sight of the other creature. She had heard about them, although not met one face to face before. What were they called? Lamiae or something similar, in different variations. She wasn't sure. She had been locked in the mortal world, away from her own kind, for too long.<br/><br/>People thought that demonkin never forgot anything. That was not true, although it took a long time cut off from their natural state. Time generally meant little to Lasciel, but it wasn't working in her advantage either.<em>That wizard had better know a few things about unbindings.</em><br/><br/>She slipped into her clothes again and walked out, towards her trailer, to prepare for her evening show.