A flat scaly face filled the mirror just then, its bright eyes peered out at him suspiciously. This demon was heavy-set and incredibly ugly. A symbol on its forehead denoted that it belonged to some high rank. This was his father- although no familial attachment was made between demons save for with Satan himself- and so he saw this beast as his master, sometimes even as just an employer. His place under this demon was amongst all 666 of his slave children- a legion, as it was called on the surface. Of course their situation was not singular- his master had 665 other siblings who worked under their father/slave master and [i]he[/i] was under the power of another high ranking demon- and the chain continued for some time until it reached the Throne. Vaylian, however, had no children and most likely never would- his place on the long chain of demon rank was to remain at its very bottom and serve as a demon of contracts and possession.

"Vaylian- I see you found a mirror. I take it that the contract went well."

The blue demons tail flicked from side to side as he spoke,

"Yes, it has been sent your way for approval. The client has allowed me to step on to this plane."

"Oh-ho. That makes it a great deal easier for us, then."

"I suppose it does."

"Well then- I'll touch base with you once its approved."

"Yes my liege."

"Very well then- ah, Vaylian, if you have any questions on the matter- you should contact Ashirom. I've placed him in charge of supervising your progress on the surface."

He was surprised by this news, the blue demon pressed his face closer to the glass, but did not venture on asking. His master cleared his throat here and continued,

"It should be your top priority at this point to possess something and keep out of sight. The Veil has been broken and you'll be visible to the humans now. You must possess quickly or the feathered ones will find you."

Gravely, he nodded, and bid his master farewell. The mirror fogged over for a moment and cleared to reveal only Vaylians reflection. He unhooked his claws from the wall and dropped to the floor. It had almost completely slipped his mind that he was vulnerable in his true form while on the surface. He turned and looked at the human, but saw that she was preoccupied with something. [i]How curious[/i], he thought as he tilted his head to observe her, [i]it busies itself with something already.[/i]

"What is it that you are doing?"

The pure pigments of the paint smelled intense and synthetic- he liked how they burned his nostrils. The demon ventured forward and noted that she had been dabbing at them with a brush only then to mark away on some pulled parchment. At first he mistook the canvas as some sort of animal skin- for down in hell the dilettante there work on such material- but saw that it was quite unlike it.