Helphatrax kept close to his victim, making sure to take notes on her personality. He made sure that every once in a while, he would make her feel just the slightest feelings of desire for him. Unlike the other demons of hell, who fed on fear and sadness, Helphatrax understood that lust and sadness was a much more powerful combination. The joy and carefree nature of lust was far superior in power to fear, and it was more difficult to master the art of influencing these feelings...something other demons were too impatient to do. The fiend watched with interest as the day went by, keeping his presence so weak that none would be able to feel he was there. Calmina would never know what was going on. "Sorcerer?" he questioned to himself, the mere idea of it was not as preposterous as it sounded, many times before had he given such powers to mortals...for a price. He took interest in a particular part of the day when a drunk man stumbled into the coffe shop, the feelings that he felt emmitting from Calmina told him it was a former lover.