Damien chuckled as he poured his young master a fresh cup of tea. "Yes, you are correct in assuming I gain strength through consumption. Your father even gave me an affectionate nickname. He called me "The Apocolapse on Legs." That was an affectionate nickname? Placing the half empty pitcher on the table, Damien set to work in cleaning his own dishes. The time for doing so didn't take long-he was a butler after all-and soon the demonic creature was once more at his master's side in a loyal manner.

"After I slaughtered my kind, I abandoned my realm and stumbled around aimlessly with no real purpose but to feed. That is, until your ancestor discovered my existence. Ezekiel Warwick." Damien grinned as he rembered that dark day. "We made a pact right then and there. I would serve his family with undyng, unwavering loyalty, becoming a tool for destruction for his doings. And me?" Damien took Cateline's hand gently within his own, embracing her warmth. How human...

"I would continue to feed to my content."