Helphatrax heard his fleshlings giggle. He poped up in mock surprise of the sound, looking at the sandwitch in her hand "I hope that isn't going to spoil your appetite, I was going to cook for you as soon as the sun came up." He said, sounding groggy. the demon rubbed his eyes and walked over to Calmina. He gave her a kiss on the cheek as she took a bite of her sandwitch, sending a tiny wave of giddiness through her, not his usual tactic, but he knew that once in a while giddiness went hand in hand with lust. His hand gently caressed from her cleavage up to her chin as he kissed her, sending not a sensation, but rather supressing her instinct some more, something that can't be felt. When his hand reached her chin, he made her look into his eyes. His eye's seemed to be glowing again, their hypnotic effect taking further hold on his fleshling. With another kiss, he walked her back to her room and closed the door as he left. His stomache rumbled...he needed to feed. He opened the door again "I need to go for a little while, my niece is drunk and needs a ride home from a party." He scoffed as he said it, making sure Calmina heard the disaproval in his voice. Closing the door once more, he walked out of the house and swiftly reverted back to his true, invisible, form. He turned his upper body armor into a cloud of mist and sent it skyward, revealing his abdominal mouth. He flew around the city and located a homeless man, someone nobody would miss. He landed next to the worthless creature. He imatiently held his hand out to the man, his fingers pointed skyward and his palm facing the mans chest. "Defungo!" the demon said with force, releasing a cloud of pitch black energy that tore the creatures soul from it's body. He quickly grabbed the soul, and began to devour it. When he was finished, he looked down at the corpse. It was stiff, and looked as though it had been dead for weeks. Defungo...one of the latin words for 'die'. He didn't like to use obvious magic, but he needed to feed, and he was far too impatient at the moment to wait for the creature to kill itself. He flew back to Calminas house and transformed back into 'Charlie'. He had been gone for two hours, but he walked into the house and looked around. Calmina was stil asleep...good. He started cooking the breakfast that he knew would take about another hour, Setting a cell phone that he'd materialized down on the counter, after using his power to place a message from his 'niece'...just in case Calmina needed any form of proof to believe him, that shouldn't be nececary, since he had supressed her instinct and filled her with feelings of hapiness, trust, and lust...but it's better to be safe.