The demon turned an irritated gaze to the girl, her small figure and ample frame sparked a smile to his lips. Turning back to face her, the devil reaches forward and pushes a finger right onto the book which she was trying to hide. A hiss emitted from the point of contact and the demon withdrew the slender digit. A grimace now on his lips, he leaned back and wiped his hand against his jacket. A small black streak trailed down the fine fabric before it disappeared. The devil's gaze never lifted or strayed from the girl, a dark knowledge glimmering in those ethereal green eyes.<br/><br/>"To think I was going to point to the answers to your own questions," the demon spoke, a bitter tone flowing straight from his lips. "That book is more cursed than you are..." The demon scoffed and took a step back, crossing his arms across his chest. He immediately assumed a haughty indignation, using his eternal presence to try and impress the woman. "I eat, like you, but I hunger for Astral energy. Everything living has it inside them..." The devil let the words hang in the air, ominously. "But demons can concentrate it better. So I feast on their spirit."<br/><br/>Was this the sign of help she had been promised? Was he what would help change the earth?<br/><br/>"Come, woman," the demon spoke, "I hunger."<br/><br/>Perhaps... perhaps not.