The blue-haired devil turned back to face Mae. A look of pure disgruntled frustration on his face. Was she even listening? Sure, she may be scared, but why in the world was he summoned when she knew the risk? Or did she? The demon softened his expression, but a bottomless disdain glowered at her from the darkest depths of his gaze. With a sneer, the demon leaned closer. So close, in fact, that his breath tickled her lips as he spoke. The worlds rolled off his tongue like poison, however.<br/><br/>"Human souls are disgusting, weak and already corrupt," the devil paused. "To even think your Father bestowed upon you his grace and the chance to live in eternal happiness at his side to have you destroy and sin against his bestowed comforts... Demons are inherently evil, always have... forever will. Their souls are what I desire, and not that frivilous idea that I want your kind's already depleted souls."<br/><br/>At the conclusion of the speech, the demon lifted his hand and pressed cold fingers against her cheek. The devil's thumb brushed against her flesh then pressed against her lips, before sliding across them. His eyes followed his own actions, but when his thumb reached her other cheek, he brought his gaze to meet hers. There was no sensuality, or even lust, in his actions. Instead, he dropped his hand and straightened hos posture. He stepped away from her once again, his eyes averting once more and staring around the room. The devil sighed.<br/><br/>"We find a demon. I kill it. And eat its soul," the words bleated out, without a moment of pause, "You feed you life into me until I eat enough to sustain myself."