Loyal looked to the side. "You shouldn't abuse yourself..." That's how he used to act when he was still with his parents. "So you like fighting?" He sighed. 'What a surprise...' Loyal thought sarcastically.

"I never implied anything." Loyal picked up another book from his pile, but set it down as soon as he looked at it. He hated books...

Loyal sighed. "I don't know, why is it so hard for a demon to smile happily?" He asked himself, shrugging.

Loyal felt something...something dark. Guessing it could be coming from the demon, he became a bit more cautious...just in case.

"I fight if I have to. Because of what I am, I've gotten used to fighting 24/7," Fwrthyrn remarked.

He shook his head, "It's always like this. Why is it hard? I guess I could smile happily if the angels of existence vanished. That would definitely bring me a smile," Fwrthyrn smirked.

He got back to seriousness, "Anyway, who am I kidding," he muttered darkly.

The darkness from his hands circled his body, putting himself in more depth of black.

Loyal glared at the demon. "And let me guess, you kill whoever you beat?" He turned away in disgust. "Why do demons love to kill?"

Loyal sighed. "Why do you hate angels so much? What have they done to you?" He frowned and looked away. "Negative and Positive..." He whispered to himself.

Loyal watched as the darkness wrapped around the demon's body. He inched away, but still watching. "What are you doing?"

"That is stereotypical," Fwrthyrn retorted, "Anyway, it depends who I'm fighting with. My goal is to rid the world of angels. Anything in between can suffice."

He shrugged, "I want my revenge, and I won't stop until I get it," he answered darkly, his hands turning into fists.

Fwrthyrn nearly spluttered as he looked at the male with surprise, but he managed to regain his calm, "What have they done to me?" he repeated calmly, "Because they sent me to Hell, burnt like a prune. My family died in their hands, and I nearly did as well. My whole body, scarred, marred and scabbed. The only bit of that left is my face, and I have that covered," Fwrthyrn answered with silent fury.

He smirked, "Feeling uncomfortable are we?" he sneered, "Anyway, it's of no concern to you. It's not as if I'm going to attack you," Fwrthyrn muttered.

Loyal looked away, sort of annoyed. "Fine."

Loyal listened as the demon talked. "And angels did this?" He muttered. "There must be a reason...did your family commit a sin?" He knew that this was personal but, he wanted to know.

"Yes, I am. Thank you very much." Loyal smiled, and pointed at him. "Then what are you doing?"

Fwrthyrn looked at the male sharply, eyes narrowed. "I would take off my mask, but it's stuck to my head," he answered dryly.

"Oh, so that would be a perfect excuse for the angels to murder us," Fwrthyrn continued sarcastically.

"You’re welcome," he said cynically. "What am I doing? This is merely acting as a blanket. It keeps me warm and secure. Calm and focused."

Loyal turned away. "Alright then..." He raised an eyebrow. 'Does that mean...?' He was getting some weird questions in his head, but figured if he asked them the demon won't be too happy.

"I didn't mean that." Loyal said frowning. "Angels do not murder for no reason...I think?" He tilted his head, a bit confused.

Loyal sighed. "Why? Isn't it already warm in here?" He glanced up at the heaters on the ceiling.

Fwrthyrn glared at the male, "Yes...?" raising an eyebrow expectantly, man this person was curious. When he mentioned the mask was stuck in his head, they would normally shut up. "Look, just ask your question, I know you have one," he muttered.

He snorted, "You are so sure of that because...?"

"Warm it may be, but it is not of my nature. Maybe it is to you... humans," he said, flicking his gaze distastefully up and down.

The darkness continued to swirl around him as Fwrthyrn bathed in it, sighing in its comfort.

Loyal didn't say anything, he stayed quiet for a while and then. "No, don't worry about it..." He turned away, still deep in thought.

Loyal shook his head. "That's the point...I-I'm not so sure anymore..." He muttered, frowning.

Loyal just smiled, sighing. "May I ask you a question?" He looked at the demon. "What happened to your family...?"

"Contradicting yourself, do it much?" Fwrthyrn pointed out, a bemused look alighting his features.

"Family," he muttered darkly. The question brought back horrible memories, "They're dead, deceased, whatever you want to call it. They're not living, and they're not dead in the sense they can come back. Mere ashes," Fwrthyrn trailed off.

He smashed his fist down on the table, anger radiating from his body. "I will get them," he said, barely suppressing the anger within.

"Anyway, what about you? Alone in the world today? It seems like it for everyone," Fwrthyrn muttered.