"A safe assumption," Carlisle notes. "Demons are vile creatures, devoid of empathy. If she feels anything at all, I do not doubt it is unbridled wrath, bitterness, anger. We are no more than cattle to her, food for whatever master she serves, be it extraplanar or one of the deities here."

He shudders, remembering the possessed Emily, how she taunted both him and Glacius by turning her body against them. Is that how it is for this demon? Is she parading around in someone else's skin?

He's not sure he wants to know, honestly -- the mere thought disgusts him. "She has been here for some time, but can I help it, I will not let harm come to you. Not by way of a demon like her."