She hid her surprise as he cleverly, if not discretely, finished off the silent alarm. She hid her smirk as she pulled the human along like a dog. She hadn't missed his looks, nor was she naive. He would be interesting to watch grow. See where that strength and hard head got him in the world of humans. She mused many things as the chopper headed for the great tower that was home for a horde of demons. It never failed to amuse her that in a world working to be so good, there was always a place for them near the seat of power.<br/><br/>It wasn't so different for their kind, power hungry. The only difference was the way you came to be here  to gain that power. She was born here, raised as a child demon, and brought to her power with hard work, and a powerful family. Hers was above the three main lords that made their living selling to humans; they were the ones that came to take the strong back to hell. The ones that didn't want to go, that would fight to stay. Her father and mother, being the oldest still alive had taken down the last head of H.E.L.L. and delivered him directly to the underworld. They were not to be trifled with.<br/><br/>She said little as they headed to the helipad, keeping the blond on a short leash. She pulled him from the chopper as they touched down, not waiting for the blades over head to calm their motors. She gave him a tug, "You should get used to the feel. You will be wearing something similar for a while." She lead the man away, leaving the others to their own vices. This was when most went out into the city for their meals. She didn't need live food, her true nature being a bird happy to have leftovers. Funny thing about being born here, instead of grown in hell and delivered, she didn't get hungry often. The man was dragged to the next floor, deposited neatly inside the door of her leader, and left there without a word needing to be spoken. After, she headed back to her rooms for a long soak in black waters, and a soft feathered bed against naked skin.